Page 69 of Savage Fire

Stella, naked, angry, her face red as her hair, stamped her foot like a petulant baby. How had he not seen her like this before? After all their years together, how had he not noticed she was a self-centered, immature witch?

“Who am I? I’m the one who’s been fucking Fang for five years. I was his first Bee, and I will be his last. He and I are meant to be together. You are just a momentary blip in our lives, and once he’s fucked you out of his system, he will come back to me, to our home—”

“Shut up, Stella!” Fang snarled, making both women jump with the vehemence and violence of his words. After his initial conversations with Jorge and this ugly display with Stella, Fang was now convinced that Stella was the one feeding his brother information. She was a bitter woman, who struck out because she felt she was losing him to another woman. Utter bullshit. She couldn’tlosehim because she neverhadhim. “You and I are over, done. Finished. I have moved on. The Bees no longer meet my needs—Tessa iseverything. My only thing. I will never fuck her out of my system because she is rooted deep into my fucking soul. I love her, I will always love her, and you need to get the fuck out of her before I let her forget that she’s pretending to be a lady right now.”

Tessa choked on a laugh but remained glaring at Stella.

Stella, finally realizing that she was facing down two people who would gladly hang her out the window by her tits, growled.

“You will regret this,” she hissed, reaching down to grab the sheath dress she left there.

“No, I won’t,” Fang deadpanned.

“You will miss this, what I can make you feel,” she kept going.

“No, I won’t.”

“Yes, and when you’re tired of fucking that fat slut, you’ll come crawling back to me and I—”

Tessa snatched Stella by her hair and frog marched her to the door. Stella struggled but couldn’t free herself from Tessa’s grip.

“Let me go, bitch!” Stella yowled.

“No. I won’t,” Tessa sing-songed mockingly.Dios, he loved that woman like crazy. He waslocoabout her.

Throwing the door open, she thrust an unsteady, spitting Stella into the hallway where a shocked Wolf was standing.

“Get rid of the garage, will you, Wolfie?” Tessa purred, wagging her middle finger in salute at Stella as the brother lead her away.

Tessa, laughing, slammed the door shut then threw herself into his arms.

Fang, wound his arms around his woman, loving the feel of her against him. Like home after far too long in the desert. “I can’t wait for Davey to get healed up. If he were at the gate, there was no way she would have gotten through.” The prospect was on the mend, being waited on hand and foot by Daisy and “bemoaning” every moment of it, the faker.

“Yeah, my boy is a bitch blocker,” Tessa acknowledged teasingly.

Fang chuckled, dragging her against his chest to kiss her.

“Bitch blocker, huh?”

“I guess he isn’t one-hundred percent effective, though, since Amelia keeps getting in,” Tessa mused, her kiss-swollen lips flattening in displeasure.

“No, no,” he tsked, “none of that. We just got one bitch out of here, don’t bring another one into our bedroom with us. I want to forget about all of that, lay you on my bed, slowly undress you, then I want to lick, kiss, and worship every inch of your body until you come from that alone. Then, I’m going to do it all over again.”

His woman trembled in his arms, her mouth opening on a whimper. “Yeah?” she whispered.

“Yeah, because my Tessa, my fire, burns so fucking hot she sets me ablaze,” he murmured against her mouth.

“Mmmm,” she mumbled, returning his soft kisses.

“Will you burn me with, Tessa, my love?”

Tessa threw her arms around his neck and pulled him into a kiss that was answer enough.

Erik “Trouble” Skaarsen threw back the last of his Wild Turkey bourbon, and slammed the empty glass on the scuffed, scratched, yet polished to a gleaming shine bar top of the Savage Raiders MC clubhouse.

Amelia, the top bitch of the club whores, and his usual choice of fuck, rubbed her large, fake tits on his arm, begging for a repeat of that morning when he’d woken up hungover, angry, and found himself in need of a rage fuck. She’d been more than willing to follow him back to his room, bend over the bed, and take his cock like a good little fuck toy taking on her master’s temporary mania.

But tonight, he couldn’t stomach the thought of sticking his dick in her again. Just the feeling of her body against his made his skin crawl and his stomach twist.

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