Page 94 of Savage Claim

My laugh came out in a shaky breath. “Maybe it’s the other way around, Maverick.” My hands dug into his bare shoulders when he added another finger, and I cried out, slamming my head against the hard wood. “The door was open, so maybe you lured me here, knowing I’d shift, leaving me naked and vulnerable for you to take advantage of.”

His lethal chuckle vibrated my throat as he dropped kisses along it. “So we’re both guilty? Do you want me to throw you on the couch and take you like a beast?”

Yes!

My leg wrapped around his waist, allowing him to go deeper, his thumb flicking my tight bundle of nerves. “I’m pretty sure you know the answer, Maverick.”

He grinned against my neck and then sucked it, his teeth scraping the sensitive flesh and making me shiver. His hand went around my ass, ready to lift me, when he froze, his head cocking to the side.

A string of curses tumbled from his mouth, and he pulled his fingers out, leaving me feeling empty. “You should get dressed.” I opened my mouth as hot anger built within me, but he shook his head. “My family is here.”

The fury vanished, and I leaned against the door, breathing heavily. “Why? What’s going on?”

“Wrath thought it would be a good idea to bring them into hiding for a little while in case Barric tried to use them against us.”

My heart plunged to the bottom of my gut as his words sank in. Because of me, the Anders had to leave their pack and be uprooted for who knew how long. The head alpha of Georgia had suddenly become their enemy.

All because of me.

“Not everything is your fault, Teague,” Fane said. “Stop blaming yourself.”

“How is this not my fault?”

This was the very thing I was afraid of. Anyone close to me suffered. Now the Anders were caught in the tangled mess of my life. I’d thought Venna would be the one to hurt them, but it was Barric, their own head alpha and my father.

“Stop hating yourself and get dressed before Dylan comes looking for you and realizes exactly what he interrupted.”

“He wouldn’t be able to tell.”

Fane’s heated gaze scorched into me as he lifted his fingers, the ones that had been inside of me, and stuck them in his mouth, sucking off the remnants of my arousal. A deep growl of approval rumbled through him.

My core pulsated with another dose of desire. That was one of the most erotic things he’d ever done.

“He most definitely would have. It’s so fucking thick in the air, I’m having a hard time letting you leave.”

That was when I realized his other hand still held my hair, keeping me from moving more than an inch away while his hard length bulged in his jeans.

I swallowed hard and fitted my hands between us, my palms burning against his chest. “You better let me leave then.”

The tiny muscles in Fane’s jaw feathered as he clenched his teeth before finally releasing his grip on my hair. “Get dressed.”

His words said one thing, but his eyes said the opposite.

“Tate!” Dylan met Fane and me at the bottom of the grand staircase, bouncing on the balls of his feet like an excited puppy. As he hugged me, I wrapped my arms around him.

Fane gave a dramatic frown. “Nice to see you too, Dyl.”

The boy released me and grinned at his cousin, playfully punching his shoulder before going in for a hug. “You know I love you, too, Fane, but who wouldn’t want to hug Tate first?”

“I suppose you’re right.” He ruffled Dylan’s caramel and copper hair. “You’re getting big. You’re taller than Tate now.”

My heart gave a flutter at his casual use of my first name, and I avoided eye contact even though he’d probably felt my elation.

“Come on.” Dylan gripped my hand and led me toward the left. “Everyone wants to see you, and I want to show you the snacks I made.”

“Oh, snacks. Of course.” I widened my steps to keep up with his hurried gait. “You only had to mention your homemade spicy snacks, and I would have gone anywhere with you.”

Dylan laughed. “I knew it! I’m your favorite person, right?” He glanced at Fane. “Well, second favorite.”

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