Page 26 of Savage Blood
There wasn’t.
Ruin knew more about the Infernal Sol than any of us. When he claimed it was too attached to Barric and I was the only person who could remove it, I believed him. If Ididn’tget the amulet, either Barric would kill me during the ritual or I’d succumb to the sickness tearing me apart.
I tossed the covers off and stood, revealing every naked inch of me. “Oh, well, you might be able to resist touching me when I’m all the way over here, but let’s see how you do when I’m inches away.”
Fane’s pupils thinned the tiniest bit as he clamped his jaw shut, the small muscles around his mouth feathering. “Don’t test me, Teague. I’ll tie you up if I have to.”
“I can go incorporeal if I want, Maverick.” My hand went through his sketchpad just to show him. “No chains or ropes can keep me bound—unless I want them to.”
Before he could react, I snatched the sketchpad out of his grip and tossed it on the bed behind me. He clutched the pencil like a weapon, and his threatening snarl only made me smile.
“What are you going to do with that? Tickle me?” I plucked it out of his grasp and threw it over my shoulder.
The last few times I visited Fane, I could affect objects in this form now, but he had to be touching them. I wasn’t sure what someone would see if they walked in, though. Would they have seen the sheets draped over an invisible form, or would the bed have looked as if no one was there?
“Just tell me what you’re hiding, Tate.” Fane’s nostrils flared as I ran my fingers down his chest, caressing the delicate tattoo that appeared over my mating bite. “You’ll have to eventually.”
He was right, of course. I didn’t want to spoil this moment yet.
“Touch me, and I’ll tell you,” I taunted.
The demon shifter remained rigid, but the heat and desire pouring off him as his gaze ate me up had moisture collecting between my legs. The ridge between his own had grown just as hard as the rest of him.
“Fine. Be stubborn.” My fingers curled into the waistband of his sweatpants, and I jerked the material down to unleash his cock. “I think someone’s feeling a little ignored.”
Fane caught my wrist before I could stroke his shaft.
“Don’t,” he warned.
“I heardon’t, but I seedoin your eyes.”
I pulled out of his grip, but instead of taking him in my hand, I fell to my knees between his legs and ran my tongueover his hot, salty tip. The groan he released had shivers racing down my every vertebra, and his control finally shattered.
“That’s it, Fane. Just give in.”
As I took him in my mouth, licking and sucking, he let out another ragged, throaty moan, and his fingers tangled in my hair.
“Fuck. Tate.” He massaged my scalp and guided my head up and down. “Your hot, wet little mouth feels so damn good.”
He could never resist this.
Fane’s hips bucked, relentlessly thrusting in and out, saliva dripping down my chin. Fire lapped at my body, and even though he wasn’t touching me, my clit throbbed. Every part of me ached for him, and I whimpered as it intensified with each passing second.
Moisture slicked my thighs. I was ready for him, as always.
My mate.
My beast.
Fane cursed and pulled out of my mouth, his eyes glowing as his pupils shrank to slivers. “Why do you insist on driving me crazy?”
I wiped my chin, holding back the pleas attempting to fall from my mouth. “Because it’s so easy.”
And I was going insane right along with him.
Fane growled and jerked me into his lap, his hard length plunging into my entrance with my next breath. I cried out as he filled me, and my head fell back, pleasure rippling through every nerve ending.
“Fane, don’t stop.”
