Page 20 of Savage Hunt

“I’ve been considering breaking out of my cell for real and finding yours,” Fane growled against my mouth. “In fact, I dream about doing it every damn night.”

I tore the buttons on his jumpsuit, the metal disks flying in either direction, revealing his scarred and tattooed chest. “I have no doubt that you could do it.” My lips pressed against his bare flesh, and my teeth dragged over it while I sucked and sampled his salty flavor. “But I wouldn’t want you to get tossed in those cages.”

His fingers tangled in the hair at the base of my neck, and he wrenched my head back. “They couldn’t keep me in those cages if they tried.” Fane's mouth darted forward, his tongue licking a trail across my neck tattoo.

A ragged cry burst out of me as bolts of pleasure traveled right to my center. “Fane.” I yanked his jumpsuit down to his waist, my nails raking over his ripped abs. “I’ve gone a little insane without seeing you for so long.”

“I know the feeling.” He roughly yanked the top of my jumpsuit down and then shredded the gray tank top and bra right off, exposing my breasts. “You’re so fucking perfect. Everything about you is perfect for me.” His calloused hand dragged down my ribs where those circular scars spotted my side.

Fane Maverick was the only person to know the origin behind my scars, having seen them happen in my nightmares. He didn’t shy away from the ugly marks.

He had his own scars too, inside and out.

I arched into his touch as his thumb circled my nipple, quickening my breath. His eyes burned as his head lowered, and he took me in his mouth, nibbling and sucking on my hardened peak. Heat spread over my skin, and I gripped his head to hold him in place.

How could I ever live without this pleasure? Fane had been right when he said he’d ruin me for anyone else. No one would be able to satisfy this hunger except him.

My hips rocked against his, rubbing his hardened length as it pulsated between the apex of my thighs. If he didn’t bury himself inside me soon, I’d fall to my knees and beg him.

He did like me on my knees.

As Fane continued to lavish my breasts with his hands and mouth, working me into a frenzy, I reached into his jumpsuit and found his cock. He moaned against me as I stroked him.

“You’re playing with fire, fiera mika,” he whispered.

Instead of stopping at the warning in his voice, my rhythm increased. “Are you ever going to tell me what that means?”

He nibbled on my ear hard enough to make me gasp. “I will if you’re a good girl.”

Those words coming from him had my pulse racing. “I’m not sure I can be good.” I pulled out of his grasp and dropped to my knees in front of him. “In fact, I’m feeling like a very bad girl right now.”

Fane’s lips curled back in a snarl as I licked the tip of his length before taking him fully in my mouth. His fingers tangled in my hair again, gripping the strands while I moved up and down. “I guess I have to punish you then.”

Chapter

Seven

Punish me? A shiver wriggled down my spine in anticipation. I loved any kind of punishment from Fane.

While I had him at my mercy, his veins popping and pupils thinning to diamonds, his phantom touch suddenly caressed between my legs and thrust inside me. A gasp slipped out at the sensation of his digits toying with me even though his hands weren’t there.

Hell, neither of us was actually here.

Fane’s low laugh had my blood simmering. “This link between us does allow for some interesting abilities. How do you like this one?”

I couldn’t speak, but my long moan as his invisible fingers pumped in and out was answer enough. Fane’s touch would have me aching and ready for him in no time.

Obviously, that was his intent.

His grip on my hair tightened, burning my scalp. “That fucking mouth, Teague.” The tendons in his neck strained, and his chest heaved as I continued to pleasure him. “You look so damn good on your knees in front of me. This image will forever be burned in my mind, keeping me company when you’re not next to me.”

When his thumb stroked my clit, I nearly lost it. This was supposed to be my way of making him surrender, but instead, he had me bending under all the bliss he delivered.

Bastard.

I growled, and his lips pulled into a savage smile.

“Is someone getting angry?” Fane brought another phantom hand out and ran it over my breasts. “You’re only provoking me.”

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