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He blinked as I lowered over him. “What are you doing?”

My laugh came out huskier than usual. “Just a little taste. It’s only fair.” Fane didn’t stop me as I gripped his jaw, pried his mouth open, and skimmed my lips over his.

This wasn’t a kiss. It was so much better. I’d make it feel like a hit of pleasure neither one of us would ever come down from.

I gently coaxed it from his center, stroking his lips with my tongue. When I inhaled deeply, euphoria filled me as I took him in, brushing over every nerve ending and pleasure center. Fane’s moan mirrored mine, and he gripped the back of my head, sealing our lips together, offering more of his…

Soul.

Oh fuck. I was sucking his soul out.

Chapter

Twenty-Four

Fane’s soul seeped into every corner of my body, and I reveled in the pleasure of it, never wanting to let it go.

I was consuming his soul like a demon.

The realization shattered the cloud of bliss trapping me. “No!” I scrambled as far away as possible with the chains still trapping me. “Get away.”

Fane sat up, regarding me with wide eyes. “There’s more going on than the amulet. You are not just a wolf shifter.”

My manic laugh turned into a sob as a tear slid down my cheek. “Blood pooled in the church, and the sun wasn’t finished with me. You wanted it, but I couldn’t find peace in the dark. Pain and fire in my veins. The sun will never leave me be.”

The Infernal Sol wasn’t in complete control, but it had me talking in riddles, sounding like a lunatic.

I squeezed my lids shut, trying to find my way out of the fog. My trembling hand lifted, pressing into the swirling tattoo on my neck. “A bite to give you time, and it only tethered so tightly a coil around enemies. Unbreakable and unforgettable. Maybe not so much. Just remember when you can. I’ll be here. Don’t fret, beast.”

Warm fingers pried my hand off my throat and then tilted my chin. A curse shot out of Fane, and my lids lifted to find him glaring at the mark he’d given me. “What the fuck is that?”

“From your bite.”

The blood drained from his cheeks as he shook his head. “I didn’t bite you.”

“The beast sank his teeth inside and showed me all the pain, sorrow, and loneliness he hides.” I cursed and tried to shove back the haze blurring my thoughts. “I know I’m not making any sense.”

“No, you’re not.” Fane bolted off the bed. “Nothing about you makes sense.” He pivoted and stormed out in a cloud of confusion and fury.

Another sob broke free, and I sank into the mattress. I just fucking sucked on Fane’s soul. Was the Infernal Sol slowly turning me into a demon? Would the wolf inside me forever remain trapped while this darkness prevailed?

I probably shouldn’t call on this power ever again, but that wouldn’t happen. I needed it.

Maybe I was addicted to it.

The burn of the cigarette cherry against my side made me scream into the dingy brown carpet as Wyatt held me down. Mildew and stale beer infiltrated my nostrils, now mixing with the acrid scent of my burning flesh.

“You’re a bad girl, Tate, and you need to be taught a lesson.” Carter, my other foster brother, removed the cigarette from my skin and took a drag, the crackle of the cherry so loud it could have been right next to my ear.

I struggled against Wyatt’s hold, but he was two years older than me and twice as big. “Please! I’m sorry I told on you. I didn’t have a choice.” My voice cracked, and hot tears streaked my cheeks. “Please stop. It hurts.”

Wyatt’s cruel laugh bounced through the cramped living room with damaged furniture and smoke-stained walls. “She makes this funny sound when you burn her. Do it again.”

Carter held the cigarette between his teeth, gripping my hair to tilt my head back. “Maybe I should mark her face. That would really hurt.”

“No!” I fought their hold, but Wyatt crushed his knee into my back, bruising my spine.

“Better not,” he said. “Darla or someone at school will notice that. Just stick to her side.”

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