Page 125 of Savage Fate

“So that’s it, Teague? If you’re just going to give in to the amulet, you might as well crawl on your belly and submit to me.”

Tremors raced through my limbs, and I was back in my human form as my demon side fought for dominance over the shifter. I was completely naked, and blood smeared my abdomen, but the stab wound was nothing more than a healing mark within the sun tattoo.

“Fuck you, Fane.”

He gnashed his teeth and then shook his head, reforming into a naked man with black tattoos and scars digging into his bronze flesh.

“If you weren’t a little weakling, maybe Iwouldfuck you.” His cruel laugh made my skin pucker. “Guess you’ll have to getsomeone else to scratch your itches. I wouldn’t want to break your weak body in half.”

My jaw dropped as his words penetrated my brain. “You son of a bitch. Are you trying to piss me off now?”

He smirked and sat back on his haunches, looking like an arrogant prick. “You call yourself weak without the amulet. I’m only agreeing, Teague.” His huge shoulders lifted as he shrugged. “Prove me wrong. If you can.”

Rage burst through my veins, and I lunged for him, pushing Fane onto the ground before straddling his waist. “I’m still strong enough to take you as savagely as always.”

Fane’s length hardened to hot steel between my legs. “I don’t believe you.”

“You will when I’m done with you.” I leaned forward and gripped his throat, catching my reflection in his eyes. My pupils were in diamond slits just like his.

When I rocked my pelvis over his throbbing cock, he let out a feral snarl, and arousal clouded the air.

Someone cleared his throat.

“I’m just going to grab Reese and find a place to secure her.” Saint averted his gaze as he passed us.

Horror slammed into me, and fiery crimson washed over my entire body.

Mynakedbody.

I might as well have been on fire.

I’d completely forgotten Saint was in the room.

I crossed my arms over my breasts even though he wasn’t looking. “I-I’m sorry, Saint. I wasn’t thinking?—”

“Don’t apologize for wanting me, Tate.” Fane forced my arms down and planted my palms on his chest. “He knows I’m your mate.”

One of his phantom fingers pulled away from his physical form and suddenly plunged inside me. I choked back a groan as my head fell back.

“It’s fine,” Saint muttered, lifting Reese and throwing her over his shoulder. “Things got a little chaotic. I’m just glad you’re not in danger of going on a suicide mission for the amulet.”

Saint was right. The craving for the Infernal Sol had fallen to the back of my mind once Fane had taunted me with sex.

The demon shifter had always been capable of distracting me, even in dire situations.

But we were literally hooking up right in front of someone else, my fated mate to be exact. Had Fane done it on purpose, his way of marking his territory?

Maybe knowing I’d slept in Saint’s bed while he held me ruffled the demon shifter more than I’d thought.

“We’ll find you when we’re done.” Fane gave a sexy grin. “It’ll be a while.”

Saint grimaced as he headed for the door with Reese swaying on his shoulder, his muscles tense. “Whatever.”

Pangs zipped through my heart, and I wanted to go after him. This was borderline cruel.

“Maybe we should?—”

Fane grabbed my thighs, hoisted me up, and then thrust his hard length inside of me so fast the shed spun.

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