Page 109 of Savage Claim

And I was his now.

But he also had to be mine.

I pushed Fane onto his back, tearing his teeth from my neck. He looked startled, having been lost in the euphoria. “It’s my turn to claim you.”

Chapter

Thirty-Eight

Fane’s nostrils flared, barely holding onto any control as I made him aware of my intentions. He didn’t get to claim me without giving me the same opportunity.

“Do it.” He yanked me onto him, gripping my hips and shoving me down on his hard length until he was fully sheathed inside. I moaned as desire coated every square inch of me. My nerve endings were raw and exposed, crackling with each touch between us. Having him inside of me, us physically and mentally connected, ignited my blood.

As our hips clashed, the smacking of our flesh and our heavy, erratic breaths filling the yard, I leaned forward and sank my teeth into his chest, right over his heart.

I’d bitten him in this spot many times before.

Now it was different. We were different.

Fane’s roar shook the heavens, and the flapping of wings echoed as he sent wildlife fleeing from the trees.

My beautiful beast.

Mine.

He spilled inside of me as my bite dug deeper. “Tate, fuck!”

Our hearts tapped out the same erratic beat. The exact same.

There was no going back. We were tied together. Forever.

We were mates.

Something inside of me shattered. The amulet’s hand gripping mine fell away, and the shadows receded. The dark me floated far beneath the surface, satiated by the beast.

I was me again. The real me.

The mate bond settling in place had broken the Infernal Sol’s hold, forcing it down to a slumbering state. For now.

“Fane.”

“You’re back.” His arms wrapped around me. “I brought you back.”

My teeth withdrew from him, blood spilling out while more leaked from my neck. “You always bring me back.” But this time, he had to claim me.

Memories suddenly rushed forward, horrific flashes speeding through my mind like snippets of nightmares. My insides churned as I recalled sucking a royal demon’s life out. All of it. And I’d almost drained that witch’s soul. If Fane hadn’t stepped in and killed her, I would have.

The Anders had witnessed all of this. They’d seen me kill and inflict torture. It didn’t matter that the demons and witch deserved it for harming Dylan. I’d completely given into the Infernal Sol and became something terrifying. Sinister. Evil. The madness had leaked out of me all over little Dylan. Even Wrath, a powerful high demon, had felt it. None of them could get close except Fane.

The Infernal Sol made whole villages go mental. And I was capable of doing that.

A sob slipped out, and Fane’s arms tightened. “The things I did…”

“They know it wasn’t you,” he murmured. “And they know you did it to save Dylan. He would have died without you.”

I shook my head. “How can they ever look at me again?”

The Anders told me I was family, but how could they want this cancerous thing to infect their lives? I would only ruin them. Look what had already happened.

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