Page 45 of Savage Hunt

Fane would have followed me to the ground and taken me on my hands and knees.

“Is this what you’ve been dreaming of, fiera mika?” His rough voice in my ear, each word punctuated by another hard thrust, sent bolts of desire to my core. “Me owning you and mercilessly taking you like a beast.”

“Yes,” I cried out, tears welling in my eyes. “All of it.”

His rumble of approval vibrated my back. “Such a good girl for me, aren’t you? You want me without any chains holding me back.”

“Yes, Fane.” I wanted all of Fane Maverick—the man, the wolf, the demon, and the beast. Every part of him called to me, and I crumbled at his relentless touch. He owned me in every sense of the word as he ravaged my body.

I was his to destroy.

And he was mine to please.

No matter what happened in our future, Fane would have a part of me no one else could touch. My walls vanished around him, and he barged in, dominant and demanding.

But always protective.

He didn’t make me feel ashamed for what I wanted, no matter how dark it was. Even though I still struggled with the fact that his own brother murdered Jayla and my friends, his touch burned away that guilt.

It returned of course, but not for a while.

Fane made everything—better.

His fingers bruised my hip and my wrists as he crushed me into the wall, my release inching closer with every relentless thrust. Fane’s mouth fell on my neck, his rough, wet tongue dragging over my tattoo.

My head arched back, and my limbs trembled in anticipation. I knew what was coming. I could feel the need in both of us.

“You are mine.” Fane’s teeth sank into the mystical tattoo from his bite, hitting me with a dose of pleasure so intense I screamed, and my orgasm hit like a freight train. Tremors raced through me as tears streamed down my face. But he wasn’t close to being finished.

When my legs buckled, he spun me, picked me up, and shoved me onto his throbbing length. My head jerked into the wall from the force of his movements as he continued his ruthless thrusts.

“Fane.” My fingers dug into his shoulders, drawing blood. “I don’t know how much more I can take.” My body wanted this, but it had also endured months of torture and malnutrition. I’d lose consciousness soon.

Passing out while the demon shifter ravaged me wasn’t so terrible.

His lips pulled into a snarl that sent my heart racing and blood boiling. “You’ll take it until I’m done.” He bit my bottom lip and sucked on it. “And don’t think for a second you won’t be begging for more soon.”

Of course he was right.

Moments later, my legs squeezed his waist as I pleaded for him to go harder, faster.

And Fane gave me exactly what I wanted.

Another orgasm hit me, and his yell shook the bathroom as he came at the same time. Veins popped in his neck, and his teeth flashed, longing to bite me. So I arched my neck, begging him.

“Do it. Fane, please.”

His mouth fell forward, and he marked me again, claiming me. The pleasure that spun inside had my vision blurring. This man—this beast—knew exactly how to make me fall under his spell.

He was right that day in the woods when he said sex with him would ruin me. It had. No one would ever be able to bring me to this point and fill me with so much bliss that I forgot everything except for this feeling.

After the room stopped spinning and the waves of desire lessened, Fane pulled out and slid me down, resting his forehead on mine. Our ragged pants were thunderous in the suddenly quiet bathroom.

“I can’t go that fucking long without having you, fiera mika.” He nibbled on my bottom lip and then soothed it with his tongue. “It’s the worst torture imaginable.”

I would have to agree. “Are you ever going to tell me what that nickname means?”

Fane pulled back, his eyes still glowing and pupils in thin diamonds. His large, calloused hand brushed over the sun tattoo on my sternum. “The Infernal Sol is quiet again?”

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