Page 111 of Savage Hunt

“I know.” I didn’t shy away or flinch. Fane didn’t scare me even as the need to snuff out my life flared within him. Without thinking, I cradled his fist in my palms and allowed his torrent of emotions to pour into me. So much anger and confusion battered him. A sob stuck in my throat from the weight of it bearing down on me.

Fane’s eyes widened, and he yanked his hand out of mine, stopping the flow. “What are you doing?”

“Taking your emotional pain,” I whispered, quickly brushing away a tear. “It’s one of the perks of the bond.”

Instead of pushing me away, he rested his hand on my cheek, and I sighed as some of my physical agony drained. “I dreamed about doing this,” he gritted out. “Or maybe it wasn’t a dream at all. Maybe it was a memory.”

My heart leaped into my throat. Was he starting to remember?

Fane snatched his hand away. “Don’t get used to it. I just wanted to see if it worked.”

“Maybe if you stopped fighting this so much, you’d find some peace.”

His lips thinned. “Even if I am attracted to you, it doesn’t mean I’d ever be with you.”

Pangs ripped through me, and I turned away to finish, the tension building with every passing second. Unable to bear the choking atmosphere anymore, I slipped out of the shower. My fingers trembled as I wrapped a towel around my body, the urge to escape this cramped space overwhelming me.

I quickly raked a comb through my hair and headed for the door as the water cut off.

“Where are you going?” Fane’s deep, commanding voice hit me right in the gut. “I didn’t say you could leave, Teague.”

There was something different in his tone. It was rougher but not just in anger. Lust suddenly infiltrated every syllable he spoke.

I angled toward him as he stepped out of the shower, not bothering with a towel. His erect cock bobbed as his gaze burned into me, steam looping around his scarred, tattooed form. The air caught in my lungs, and all the moisture evaporated from my mouth.

“Are you going to stop me from leaving?” I challenged. “I was under the impression you hated being around me.”

“I do.” Water cascaded down his rippled abs, soaking into the dark smattering of hair around his pelvis. “I just thought of something that might help.”

My brow arched. “And what is that?”

He eviscerated the space between us, his powerful legs eating the ground until his toes touched mine. “If I can have you once and get you out of my system, then I can forget about this bullshit and move on.”

A bitter laugh slipped out. “You think I’m just going to let you screw me?”

Fane’s thighs bumped into mine as he forced my back into the edge of the counter. “Don’t act like you aren’t dying to have me between your legs, Teague.” His hand slid up my chest, his long fingers coiling around my throat. “I know you want me. There’s no point in denying it.”

Chapter

Thirty-Six

The bastard was right of course. I wanted Fane like I wanted air to breathe. My life had been turned upside down since Heldrok, and I missed him. My body ached for his, and my soul was empty and lost without him.

I swallowed back the desire, though. “I won’t let you use me just to toss me aside.”

“That’s exactly what you’ll let me do.” His face lowered, his lips hovering over mine. “Stop me then.”

My hand flattened on his chest where his heart crashed against my palm. “Stop.” His hard, heavy length pressed into my stomach, throbbing and taunting me. “We’re not doing this.”

But even as those words tumbled from my mouth, my blood heated and moisture pooled between my legs. Fane’s pupils narrowed as he scented my arousal.

“You sure about that?” His tongue swiped my bottom lip before he sucked it into his mouth, sending a bolt of desire right to my center. “I’m calling your bluff.”

My hand slid down, tracing the dips and curves of his abdomen. “I doubt this will have the desired effect you’re hoping for, Maverick. Having sex with me might make your attraction worse.”

He shrugged. “Then prove it. Make me realize how much I’d rather have you alive and with me than dead by my hands.”

Son of a bitch. He was luring me into a trap, and I was falling for it.

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