Page 66 of Savage Claim

“I’ve always been addicted to you and this feeling between us.” My legs wrapped around his waist, our hips clashing together and bringing me another dose of that pleasure-pain I craved. “My need for you is even stronger than the pull of this amulet.”

Fane’s head lifted, and he gripped my jaw, forcing our gazes to meet. “Why aren’t you afraid of me?”

“I never have been.” My fingers, still tipped in talons, traced his spine and the scars mottling his back.

His thumb brushed my bottom lip, his brow furrowing. “No woman has ever wanted all of me, the beast and the man. You don’t shy away when my dark side takes over. You never look at me in disgust or fear. You don’t ask me to be gentle or careful.” Fane’s mouth skimmed over mine. “You just let me be… me.”

My chest ached as his whispered words squeezed my heart and had my eyes burning. Fane hadn’t had the easiest life and was rarely accepted, but I’d always wanted all of him. Angry, moody, domineering, and possessive—I loved him for those things, not despite them.

I did love him. He wasn’t ready to hear it yet, but at least I could admit it to myself.

As Fane kissed me, his thrusts grew deeper, harder, threatening to split me in half. If I died while he ravished me, I wouldn’t mind one bit.

“Fane!” I screamed as every drive of his cock had me falling further into a storm of bliss. The bed shook, and chains rattled, the headboard slamming into the wall. The thudding base within Wrath & Ruin dissipated under our moans and slapping bodies. Sweat slicked my skin as heat brewed between us, hot enough to melt steel.

The demon shifter’s teeth pressed against my tattoo, his tongue swirling over the black ink. “You are mine, Tate. No other man will ever be inside of you as long as you live. Say it.”

“I’m yours.” He was so possessive, but it only made the fires within me burn brighter. “No other man will ever touch me.”

“Not even Ruin.” His fingers curled around my throat. “Next time he touches you, remember this moment when I was inside of you, making you scream my name. You remember that I’m the only one allowed to make you come.”

My heart crashed against my ribs, and I could barely breathe between ragged pants and groans as Fane took and took. “I’ll remember. I promise.”

“Good girl.” He sucked my tattoo, and my orgasm hit so hard I shrieked and violently jerked beneath him.

Fane’s grip tightened on my neck, cutting off my air as fireworks popped in my vision and waves of pleasure ripped through my core and out to my extremities. His roar erupted through the air as he spilled inside of me, his movements becoming uneven.

His attention was fixed on me as we rode out the intense high together. My ears rang, and stars still popped on the edges of my vision. I opened my mouth to gulp some much-needed oxygen and suddenly realized Fane’s fingers were still wrapped around my throat.

And they were tightening.

Chapter

Twenty-Four

I grabbed Fane’s wrist to break his grip, but he wouldn’t release me. “Fane, let me go!” Neither my struggling nor my voice in his head had any effect on him. His irises were glazed over, shadows blackening them.

Kaspin’s spell had a hold of him, and he was going to kill me.

The Infernal Sol stirred as it sensed the mortal danger.

Don’t even think about hurting him.

I wouldn’t allow anything to harm Fane, not even if my life depended on it.

“Fane, come back to me.” I rested my hand on his cheek and connected with his emotions, attempting to pull the pain and confusion away. Maybe relieving him of that would make him snap out of this daze.

As the room dimmed and my strength waned, Fane’s eyes became the focal point of my vision. Moments before everything went black, life sparked back in him, and the shadows receded.

The pressure around my throat vanished, and air inundated my lungs, each breath painful. Fane jumped off, a flood of curses in a demon language bursting from his mouth. I rolled onto my side as the room rushed back into focus.

Fane trembled at the side of the bed, gripping the roots of his black hair. “I almost killed you.”

“You stopped,” I choked out, wincing from the pain each word brought. My voice was scratchy and hoarse.

He leaned over me and gently tilted my chin, his lips thinning. Was I already bruising? “I was going to kill you.”

“But you didn’t.”

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