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But even as she lost herself in the heat of the moment, a part of her couldn’t shake the feeling that this was only the beginning. The darkness was still out there, waiting for them.

And it wasn’t going to wait much longer.

Chapter

Six

SAVANNAH

The night air was thick with anticipation and desire as Savannah and Gage stared at each other in the moonlight. They found themselves alone in his loft, the echoes of their recent battle with demons still lingering in their minds. The adrenaline from the fight had morphed into a different kind of energy—one that simmered between them, crackling with unspoken passion. They had escaped the clutches of both the demons and the cops, running through the dark alleys of New Orleans, their hearts pounding for different reasons altogether.

Savannah felt the tension radiating off Gage's muscular frame. She knew he was a Rougarou, a creature of both demon and wolf-shifter heritage, and that only added to the allure. His dark hair, close-cropped beard, and smoldering eyes made her insides flutter with anticipation. As a demon-hunting water faery, she was no stranger to danger, but the danger she sensed in Gage was of a different, more enticing kind.

Lifting her head, she licked her lips as she placed her hand on his chest, feeling the steady thud of his heart beneath her palm. "You know," she purred, her voice dropping to a seductive whisper, "we could spend hours talking about our strategies andplans." Her fingers traced circles on his chest, making his breath hitch. "Or..."

Gage's eyes narrowed slightly, a mixture of desire and caution flashing in their dark depths. He seemed all too aware of Savannah's fearless nature and her tendency to take charge, but he also sensed her hidden desire to surrender control. As a musician and songwriter, he would have an innate understanding of the power of rhythm and melody, and Savannah was willing to bet he would use those skills to make her yield to him.

"Or what, Savannah?" he asked, his voice husky with restrained need.

Leaning in, Savannah let her lips brush against his again, the merest whisper of a kiss. "Or we could find a different way to occupy our time," she murmured, her breath warm against his mouth. "A way to forget, just for a little while, about the demons and the darkness."

As if he couldn't resist the invitation, Gage pulled her closer, his hands sliding around her waist, pressing her soft curves against his hard body. He claimed her mouth in a kiss that was both demanding and tender. Savannah melted into him, her lips parting under the insistence of his tongue, a moan escaping her throat as she tasted the wildness within him. His kiss was like a song, each touch of their tongues a note that built the melody of desire.

The kiss deepened, and Savannah's hands found their way into his hair, pulling him closer as if she couldn't get enough. Gage growled softly, the sound vibrating through her, sending shivers down her spine. She could feel his dominance, his need to possess and control, and it ignited a fire in her belly. Savannah had always craved a man who could make her submit, and Gage, with his raw, primal energy, was the perfect candidate.

Breaking the kiss, Gage trailed hot, open-mouthed kisses along her jawline and down her throat, making her arch her neck in surrender. His teeth nipped at her sensitive skin, leaving a trail of tingling sensations in their wake. "You taste so fucking good," he growled, his breath hot against her ear. "Like a temptation I can't resist."

Savannah's breath came in short gasps as he continued his path of kisses and nips down her neck, exposing the delicate skin above her breasts. "Gage," she whispered, her voice hoarse with desire. "I want..."

"I know what you want, baby," he interrupted, his voice a low rumble. "You want me to take charge, don't you?"

She nodded, her eyes closing as she savored the sensations he was eliciting. "No, but… yes."

"You want it rough, don't you, Savannah? You don’t want to have to submit. You want me to make you." Gage's hands roamed over her body, cupping her breasts, thumbs brushing over her hardened nipples through the fabric of her midriff top.

How did he know?She couldn’t bring herself to say anything, so she simply nodded.

His chuckle was part demon, part wolf, and all alpha male. "You want me to make you beg."

A shudder of pleasure ran through Savannah as he accurately voiced her desires. She wanted the roughness, the edge of pain that heightened her senses. "Yes," she admitted, her voice barely audible. "But not too rough."

Gage chuckled, the sound sending a thrill through her. "Oh, I'll be gentle where it matters, but I plan to make you scream my name first."

With that, he spun her around, pressing her body against the cool glass of the enormous windows. The view of the city lights spread out below them, but neither of them was paying attention to the scenery. Gage's hands slid up her thighs, comingaround her waist, unfastening her jeans and pushing them and her panties all the way down, stripping her bare. He kneaded her flesh, squeezing and caressing, making her squirm with anticipation.

"You like it like this, don't you?" he whispered, his hot breath against her ear. "You like being taken, being claimed."

Savannah's head fell back against his shoulder as he spoke, her body trembling with need. "Not claimed, but the other, yes," she breathed, her hands flattening against the glass. "But not like this..."

"Not like what, baby?" Gage nipped at her ear, his hands continuing their exploration, sliding up her inner thighs, dangerously close to her core.

"Not from behind," she panted, her voice laced with desperation. "Please, Gage, I want to see you. I want to watch you fuck me."

Gage stilled for a moment, his hands pausing in their exploration. "You want to watch, huh?" He turned her around to face him, his hands gripping her hips. "Then watch me, Savannah. Watch me worship this perfect body of yours."

He went down on his knees before her, his hands parting her thighs. The cool air teased her exposed skin as Gage's gaze raked over her, pushing her top and bra up, revealing her breasts. He growled softly as he took in every inch of her nakedness. His eyes burned with a fierce hunger as he leaned forward, his breath hot against the damp curls covering her mound.

"You're so fucking beautiful," he growled, his hands gripping her thighs. "So wet for me."

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