Page 107 of Savage Claim

Even knowing that, knowing what he planned, I had trouble resisting him while he gazed at me as if I were a goddess, ready to sacrifice his life at my altar.

“What’s it going to be, little rebel?” His rough voice, laced with lust, had flames licking between my legs, right where he should be.

I could have him and still deny his claim. He’d never do it against my will.

All I had to do was say no when he asked.

“Worship me, my beast.”

As soon as the words hit the air, Fane tossed me onto the ground and used his talons to shred my jeans off. Heat swelled through my insides and throbbed low in my belly. His phantom hands roamed my body while he loomed over me, watching the desire intensify.

Black demon blood covered him, and his hair was tossed around his face in wild, messy waves. A bright glow emanated from his eyes, his pupils in thin slits like mine. Battle torn and disheveled, he should always look like this.

Such a glorious sight.

“You like my dark side, don’t you, fiera mika?”

A smile curved my lips. “Stop talking and start worshiping.”

His laugh promised pleasure and pain. “As you wish.”

Fane didn’t waste any more time, tearing his jeans to pieces before falling on me. His mouth captured mine in a vicious kiss, bruising my lips as he shredded the remainder of my clothes.

I moaned into his touch while his fingers plunged into me at the same maddening tempo as his tongue, tasting and teasing until I writhed beneath him. I bucked my hips and ran my claws down his back.

His growl as I broke his skin vibrated against my chest, shooting electric sparks down my spine. “You really want the beast, don’t you?”

“Of course,” I rasped as he continued to work me into a frenzy. “Have I not made that clear?”

Fane arched his head toward the sky, and his muscles clenched and hardened as his tattoos quivered. His beast roamed closer to the surface as if he’d released him from his cage.

No more chains. No more leash. No more collar.

When the demon shifter brought his face back to mine, the lust ricocheting between us intensified. His teeth had sharpened, so deadly he could easily rip my throat out.

“You wanted this.” His voice, a savage snarl that had me shaking with need, poured out as he forced my legs apart and lined his cock up to my entrance. “Remember that when you’re screaming.”

Fane drove into me, yanking a cry out of my mouth at the huge intrusion. He pulled out and slammed in again. And again.

His brutal thrusts stole my breath, and the only sounds coming out of me were broken, ragged pants as I tried to gulp air. Twigs and leaves dug into my back as the fire seemed to heat the entire area, or that might have been us. I scraped my claws down his back.

“You always liked it rough,” he whispered into my ear between grunts. “I don’t remember, but I feel it.”

Images flashed through my mind, memories from the old me still lingering inside. Fane had torn me apart and put me back together a hundred times those hours we spent screwing in the woods in Mohan Wilds. The first time, he’d tried to hold onto his control, but I begged him to let go.

It had hurt. And it had felt so damn good. So perfect.

“I remember our first time.” My legs widened, allowing him to thrust deeper, pounding me into the ground. “You were afraid to show me the real you.”

“Did I show you?” He licked the tattoo on my neck, and I arched into him, moaning as sparks of pleasure rippled from the mark all the way to my center.

More memories of us colliding and the electrifying bliss they brought flowed through the bond, spurring Fane to go harder. Faster. “Yes.” I tried to catch my breath. “I wanted you even more. I didn’t shy away like everyone else. I stayed and begged for more.”

“I want to give you more, fiera mika.”

The heavens blurred above, the stars dancing and melding together as this beast devoured me. The scent of our arousal mixed with the blood and death surrounding us. I could still taste the violence on my tongue.

My thoughts began to slip out of reality as the sensations Fane produced intoxicated me. He was a drug I craved, and I’d surely overdose on him. I was losing my mind, falling under his spell.

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