Page 60 of Savage Claim

“You’re not going to tell me to stay out of trouble like everyone else?”

The demon lord licked his lips. “You have my permission to get into trouble, beautiful.”

He and Perry disappeared through the crowd, and I sighed, resuming my solo dancing, lonely without the demon lord’s company.

“You really just can’t fucking help yourself.”

I yelped as Fane emerged from the shadows, his eyes burning like two mystical flames. “How long have you been there?” And why didn’t I get a tingle in my tattoo to alert me of his presence?

“Long enough to see Ruin proposition you.” His lips curled back to bare his teeth in a snarl. “That prick really knows how to piss me off.”

My heart slowed to a normal pace. Fane wasn’t actually here. Instead, his consciousness had found me in Wrath & Ruin. “Ruin didn’t even know you were there. He can’t see you.”

Fane shrugged. “He knew it would get back to me.”

I turned my back on him, swaying my hips and attempting to ignore his overwhelming presence.

“You shouldn’t be here alone.” Fane moved behind me, his hot breath blowing on the back of my neck. “Venna and Mykel might be dead, but you’ve got plenty of enemies, ones you aren’t even aware of.”

“I can handle myself, Fane. I’m not some helpless idiot.”

“You’re far from helpless, Teague.” His arms wrapped around my waist to trap me against him. His hot body scalded mine, and when he tilted his pelvis, rubbing his hardening length against my ass, fire blazed down every vertebra. “Which is what I’m worried about.” His gruff voice spread goose bumps across my skin.

My eyes rolled in the back of my head as his lips dragged over my throat. “Why are you worried about me fighting my own battles?”

His ghostly hands roamed my curves, drawing a whimper from me. “Because Barric is already suspicious of you. You can’t afford to flip out and give him another reason to become an enemy right now.”

I had a hard time thinking with Fane’s touch setting me on fire. Anyone around me probably assumed I was high on drugs. “I don’t plan to poke the sleeping amulet any time soon.” My head turned as his lips skimmed my jaw, bringing them less than an inch from mine.

Fane’s chuckle had my core throbbing. “You rarely plan on it, but it happens anyway.” His hand ran down my stomach, his fingers dipping into my jeans. “Come back, and I’ll?—”

He cursed and pulled away, peering over his shoulder. “Seriously?”

Come back, and he’ll what?

“Someone’s banging on the door.” He angled back to me, smirking at my obvious disappointment. “I’ll be there soon to get you.”

My brows slammed together. “I don’t need an escort home.”

He licked the tattoo on my throat, shooting a dose of pleasure right to my core. “Stay there, fiera mika. Don’t make me punish you for being a bad girl.”

Fane faded, and I staggered back, sweating and shivering. The bastard knew exactly how to tease me. Well, fuck him. I wouldn’t stick around to wait for him. I didn’t need an escort or bodyguard.

Before I stormed out of the club, a familiar face caught my attention, and a flare of anger rushed through my bloodstream.

Roxie slinked through the crowd toward the VIP room on the left. Memories of catching her riding Hawk while they were high on Rapture flooded my mind, and I couldn’t stop from following her.

Chapter

Twenty-Two

Angry fire ignited within my veins as I marched toward the VIP room hidden behind dark curtains. Were Roxie and Hawk partying in there again? Was Hawk dealing—or not dealing—with his emotions by getting strung out on Rapture with her?

Roxie always had a wild streak, and I wouldn’t be surprised if she became an addict, but Hawk had better sense, or he used to.

My gut clenched. I really didn’t want to find Hawk on some drug binge.

As I neared the velvet ropes, the demon bouncer lifted them and gave me a nod. Dim blue lights glowed within the smoky atmosphere, and a heavy dose of lust slapped my senses. Moans from deeper in the room traveled to my shifter hearing. A man sat between two female demons, one taking dainty sips of his soul while the other kissed his neck. His eyes rolled as euphoria distorted his expression.

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