Page 102 of Savage Fate

Our ragged breaths filled the room, and he rested his forehead on mine, still inside of me. “I’m never letting you go, Tate.” The possessive edge to his voice had me shivering with desire. “I will fucking chain you to me if I have to.”

“And here I thought you never wanted this bond,” I panted, sweat dampening our bodies.

A savage smile curved his lips, swollen and wet from our kisses. “It doesn’t matter how this bond came to be. You’re mine now.” He sucked on my bottom lip. “No one is stealing you from me, and if anyone were to try, I’d tear them to pieces.”

The subtle threat directed at Saint had the tiniest bit of worry for the alpha growing in my gut, but I shoved it down before Fane sensed it. I had nothing to worry about. Saint wouldn’t try to steal me. I’d never allow it.

Fane Maverick’s hold on me was so strong that nothing, not a powerful spell or a fated mate, could keep us apart.

Not only was I completely addicted to him. I was in love with him.

One day, he’d say those words back.

Fane gently tapped my cheek, stealing my focus. “I know you’re not drifting off to sleep yet.”

“Of course not,” I mumbled. “Just resting my eyes.”

His sinful laugh had goose bumps rising on my flesh. “I’m nowhere near finished.” He pulled out of me, still erect, and flipped me on my stomach. His palm met my ass cheek as he slapped it hard, the sting shooting electrical pulses to my already sensitive core. “On your hands and kneesnow.”

The rough command and the promise of more pleasure-pain he was such a master at had me instantly obeying. Even though my limbs trembled, I lifted and planted myself in front of him, my ass in the air.

He gave a low, satisfied hum. “You’re such a good girl for me, aren’t you?”

“No,” I muttered.

He laughed again as his heat spread behind me. “The way you did exactly as you were told would say otherwise, fiera mika.” He slapped my other cheek, and I gasped at the pleasure. “But there’s a reason I call you little rebel. Youdolike to disobey me.”

“See.” I grinned over my shoulder. “I’m letting you have a few moments before I start misbehaving.”

His lupine smile and the threat behind it had me shaking. “Oh really?” Fane grabbed my hair and positioned his cock at my entrance. “We’ll see how rebellious you are while you’re begging me—just like you were a moment ago.”

I opened my mouth to blurt a smart-ass remark, but Fane slammed into me so hard I nearly hit the headboard. My loud groan made it perfectly clear that there would be no disobeying for the next hour or so.

And I loved every second of his savage dominance, and I wanted him to own my body until I couldn’t think straight.

That was exactly what Fane did for the rest of the night and well into the morning.

Hawkand I circled each other in the Anderses’ backyard as a few shifters watched, his hazel eyes glinting with humor despite his serious expression. My best friend always loved being the center of attention, and when Camus suggested we hold some raven-style training sessions, he jumped at the chance.

“Take it easy on me,” he mumbled under his breath. “I’m trying to impress Mina.”

Of course this had to do with a girl.

I fought back a smile. “Then you better give me all you got, Brycen.”

Since more sub-demons had been lurking around the perimeter, Camus thought it would be good if others had some formal hand-to-hand training.

Shifters knew how to fight and trained with each other, but their style was less refined and relied more on strength, teeth, and claws. Not all sub-demons were easily killable in shifter form.

Hawk lunged forward, but I dodged his hit and spun, slamming my fist into his side. He grunted and parried with a hit to my sternum. I purposely let it land to give him a few points. It was an unfair fight after all. I’d trained hard as a raven, and I wasn’t your average shifter. I could have taken Hawk down in seconds.

“Go, Hawk!” Ryan, Dylan’s friend, cheered from the sidelines. “You’re definitely going to win.”

Dylan let out a barking laugh. “No way! Tate’s going to crush him.”

Ryan hopped up from the grass and punched his fists in the air, shaking his shaggy russet hair. “She’s too small to take him.”

The youngest Anders shared a conspiratorial smirk with his brother who stood near Mina and Will. They knew I could crush Hawk.

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