Page 52 of Savage Fate

“Yes.” There was no hesitation, and even though I tried to mask the agony with anger, he must have felt the pain this realization caused me. “You would rather give me to another than keep me.”

He could be free now.

Instead of admitting it or at least leaving me alone in my misery, Fane eviscerated the distance between us and slammed his hands on the counter behind me, rattling the faucets.

“The thought of someone else touching you sends me into a blind rage.”

“And yet you keep pushing this thing with Saint.”

Fane’s nostrils flared, and the sound of his talons ripping gouges in the counter sent chills down my spine. “If you think Iactually want to give you up, that my beast would ever willingly deny his claim on you, you’re sadly mistaken.”

“If that’s true, then why the hell are you trying to push me toward him?”

His Adam’s apple bobbed as he swallowed hard. “I just want you to be happy.”

Tears burned in my eyes again, and my bottom lip wobbled. “But I’m happiest with you.”

“What if that changes?”

I gripped his shirt, inhaling his scent with every breath. “I’d rather be miserable with you than happy with anyone else.”

He rested his forehead on mine. “Misery loves company, fiera mika.” He released the counter and gripped the hair at the base of my neck, angling my head back. “So you still want me even though the universe picked someone else for you?”

“The universe can get bent for all I care.”

A sinister grin twisted his lips. “Such a dirty mouth for a pretty woman.”

“I have a dirty mind to go along with it.” My hands lowered to the waistband of his jeans, a hard bulge already straining against his pants.

The door suddenly swung open, and two female shifters screeched to a halt when they saw Fane and me. Hell, they could probably smell the sudden arousal mixed with fury in the air.

“Get the fuck out.” As soon as Fane’s vicious growl burst out, the two stunned women scurried from the bathroom, hopefully warning everyone else to stay away. I didn’t want any more interruptions.

Fane jerked my head back even more, my scalp burning. “You’re mine, fiera mika, and I’m going to make damn sure you know that.”

Flames spilled through me as the demon shifter’s mouth covered mine, his tongue plunging inside and exploring. He tasted like cinnamon and fire.

Like sin and lust.

Danger and addiction.

“This won’t be slow or sweet.” His harsh whisper had my knees shaking. “My beast wants to claim you, and my control is slipping with every moment I’m not inside of you.”

“Take me any way you want me, Fane.” I tore his black t-shirt off and ran my hands down his chest to find the symbol our bond created right over his heart. “Remind the universe who claimed me.”

The primal snarl that slithered between his teeth awoke my every nerve ending, like a field of flowers all blooming at once to soak up the sun.

Fane delivered another brutal, punishing kiss before he jerked me around and shoved my chest down on the counter his talons had ripped into. “No time for games. I need to be inside of you, or I’ll shift and tear this bar apart.”

The images of his beast going wild all because he wanted me so badly had moisture collecting between my legs. Hell, my underwear was already soaked, my body ready and aching for him.

Fane yanked my jeans and underwear down to my knees, and another savage rumble erupted from him as my arousal scented the air. “You’re always ready for me, aren’t you?”

I wiggled my hips, practically begging him to touch me. “Please, Fane.”

His ominous laugh had goose bumps rising across my flesh. “Be careful what you wish for.” Thick fingers plunged into my entrance, and I moaned at the flood of desire rushing through me.

“Fuck, Tate.” The sound of his zipper, like an erotic purr, mixed with my whimpers. “I need you right now.”

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