Page 103 of Savage Blood
Saint’s hand slipped between my legs and cupped me through my jeans.
An electric shock hit me low in the belly, and I arched into him, panting.
This was wrong. So fucking wrong.
“I know you love him. You’ll always love him,” Saintwhispered. “But we could be good together, too. Maybe you could have us both.”
What the ever-loving hell was he doing to me?
And how could I be that selfish? Sharing me would drive them nuts. They were too damn alpha male for that. I was attracted to Saint and cared for him, but my feelings for him would never be as strong as they were for Fane.
That just wasn’t possible.
Saint’s hand drifted higher until his palm pressed against my bare abdomen. “I don’t mean to put pressure on you, but I want you to know what I’m willing to do to heal you. And to make you happy.”
As more cracks burrowed through my resolve, attempting to shatter it, I lifted my arm and wrapped it around his neck, rolling my hips to the beat of the music.
And then fire ignited over my neck tattoo as I found Fane on Ruin’s—now Wrath’s—VIP balcony above the club. Those powerful tattooed fingers curled around the metal railing, and a pair of smoldering irises, one blue and one gold, materialized through the shadows.
My stomach tightened, and heat consumed every inch of me while Fane Maverick watched me dancing with another man, just like he’d done the first night we met. The lust Saint had poured into my bloodstream was nothing compared to what Fane did just standing across the club.
Goose bumps broke out over my flesh, and I had to bite my lip to keep my whimper from slipping out. Rage pummeled through the bond.
And desire.
Those ghostly hands ran over my body, tormenting and tempting me.
Years ago, I’d fought the urge to leave the dance floorand find that nightworlder on the balcony. Here we were again, locking eyes across the club while another man tried to seduce me. And still, the demon shifter was the one who made my knees shake.
Would I deny the urge once again, or would I go after what I wanted?
Chapter
Twenty-Five
My heart crashedagainst my rib cage with enough force to pulverize bone while Fane’s searing gaze set me ablaze. I could hardly breathe, hardly think, as the hunger throbbing between us magnified. Those rough, undeniably powerful hands gripping the metal railing, tendons popping, promised all kinds of delicious, mind-altering pain and pleasure.
I inhaled sharply as those phantom touches dragged down my front, and I felt the brief sting of teeth biting into my breast.
My body was not my own.
It belonged fully to the nightworlder looming above the club like a vengeful god.
Would he punish me for all the terrible things I’d done?
I certainly hoped so.
“I have to go.” The words dropped from my mouth in a shaky breath.
“Tate, wait.” Before I could take more than a step, Saint’s fingers circled my wrist to stop me. “I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have pushed you.”
As I spun in his direction, the worry in his expression smothered some of the raging heat Fane’s presence ignited in me—but not enough to keep me there.
Why did Fate pick me for Saint? What did he do to deserve this shit situation? He was too good for me, and he should never be someone’s second choice.
“You didn’t do anything. I just need to… talk to Fane.”
Saint finally saw the demon shifter looming on the balcony, the bouncing lights flashing over his nose and lip piercing. Some of the lust fizzled from the alpha, and he released my wrist.
