Page 32 of Savage Fate

A flood of heat consumed us as we became lost in each other, ignoring the gore covering the area.

Wedidhave a special gift for getting distracted even in the middle of a battlefield. When we claimed each other, a dozen fallen demons had covered the grounds around us in Kesa’s backyard.

Of course, violence had always been our love language.

Fane’s phantom hand detached from his body and roamed over my inner thigh, and as I felt his touch beneath my jeans, a moan burst out of my mouth.

“Unless you want me to tear your clothes off and take you against this tree, we should probably stop.” Fane’s rough, lust-filled whisper sent shivers down my spine.

But he didn’t stop.

Instead, his ghostly fingers ran over my center, one plunging inside, making me gasp.

“If you’re trying to get me to push you away, you’re doing a terrible job.” I writhed against him, feeling the bulge in his jeans hardened to steel while his fingers toyed with me.

“You’ve got the wrong idea, fiera mika.” Hot breath blew down my neck as he gave a sinister chuckle. “Iwantto shred your pants off and screw you right here. I was only giving you a choice in the matter.”

“Oh.” Lava poured through my bloodstream, and I ground against his invisible hand as he continued to pleasure me. Soon, I’d tumble off the cliff and there would be no stopping anything.

Who was I kidding? A forest fire wouldn’t stop this now.

The demon shifter sucked my bottom lip into his mouth, and his tongue stroked the soft flesh. “Unfortunately, any choice other than me burying deep inside you is now off the table. I’m about to do terrible, unspeakable things to you against this tree.”

Another moan tumbled out as the images his words invoked had more moisture pooling between my legs. His nostrils flared, inhaling my arousal.

“I guess you better get started.”

He smiled. “No rest for the wicked.”

Fane’s real hand gripped the waistband of my jeans to rip them off just as a strange sensation unfurled in my center.

It felt like I swallowed a pound of Pop Rocks, and they fizzled like crazy. As hot tingles traveled down my spine, I gasped at the unexpected feeling.

“What is that?” I murmured against Fane’s mouth.

He pulled back, studying me as confusion swirled in his mismatched irises. “That’s what I felt when—” His gaze swiveled to the right, and fury swelled around him as he stared at something emerging from the shadows.

I angled my head around to find Saint Grimstone standing in a shaft of moonlight, his eyes wide as he clutched his chest.

“What are you doing here?” I asked.

He licked his lips and took several deep breaths like he was trying to calm himself. “It can’t be,” he whispered, gazing at me like he was witnessing a miracle.

“No.” A low, threatening growl vibrated Fane as he drew me from the tree, and I slid down him until my feet hit the ground. His body turned to scalding granite against mine. “Don’t even think about it, Grimstone.”

Saint’s hands fell to his sides as he swallowed hard, swaying on unsteady legs among scattered sub-demon corpses. “You know this isn’t something I can control, Maverick.”

“What the hell is going on?” When I tried to pull out of Fane’s embrace, he maneuvered me behind him as if he needed to protect me from the young alpha. “Someone better start talking.”

“I didn’t mean for this to happen, Tate.” Saint dragged a trembling hand down his face. “You’re my fated mate.”

Chapter

Ten

Saint’s wordsripped a hole in my center as a sinking feeling hit my gut.

You’re my fated mate.

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