Page 71 of Savage Blood
I tore his shirt off and raked my nails down his back. His low groan vibrated through my chest, and the pleasure rippling within the bond had more heat building between my legs. Fane sniffed, his lips curling back as he scented my arousal.
We hadn’t had sex in our physical bodies since before Barric abducted me and locked me in Karn’s dungeon. I trembled with need, and every frayed nerve ending soaked up the demon shifter’s touch.
“Fane,” I murmured, arching into him as his tongue glided over my neck tattoo.
He squeezed my breasts and pinched my tightening nipples through my clothes. A whimper slipped out of me, and moisture pooled between my legs. I rocked against the hard ridge in his jeans, unable to contain my lust any longer.
“I need you inside me, Maverick.”
His nostrils flared again, and the savage snarl that ripped from his mouth made goose bumps erupt over my flesh. When I reached for the button on his pants, he gripped my wrists, lifted them over my head, and pushed me onto the table until my back hit the cool surface.
“Don’t think you’re in control, Teague.” A terrifying grin split his wet lips. “I am.”
“Once you’re inside me, neither one of us will be in control.”
He didn’t deny it. When we were together, the world fell away, and nothing else mattered but the two of us colliding.
Fane unbuttoned my jeans and thrust his hand between my legs. My back arched off the table as he found my slick heat. I moaned when his fingers pushed inside, torturing me in the best ways imaginable.
“That’s it, my little rebel,” he murmured. “Let me give you what you’ve been craving.”
Between nightmares and sleepless nights, Fane filled my dreams while he did terrible, depraved, and delicious things to me.
But this was no dream.
This was real.
As I rubbed against his hand, panting and ready for more, my thoughts plunged into a dark hole where unhinged Collective members tortured Hawk in the very dungeon I’d escaped.
A bucket of ice water crashed over my scorching body, dousing the flames and shoving me back to reality. Fane felt the change come over me, and before I could kick him off, he backed away, eyes glowing and pupils in slits.
“You don’t get to do this,” I hissed as the loss of his heat had me shivering. “You don’t get to betray me and then make me fall under your spell.”
Silently, the demon shifter snatched his black t-shirt from the floor and shoved it over his head. Those soft black strands fell in his face, and my hand twitched with the urge to run my fingers through them.
No!
I hopped off the table and buttoned my jeans with shaky hands. “I can’t just forgive you for sacrificing Hawk.”
Fane raked his fingers through his hair. “Ifyou think Hawk and everyone else on that mission weren’t prepared to sacrifice themselves for you, you’re delusional.”
My mouth dropped. “That’s bullshit.”
His bitter laugh reverberated through the dim room. “You’re important, Tate. And they all know it. But Hawk would have done it simply because he loves you.”
I choked back the acid trying to ooze up my throat. How could I deny Fane’s words, at least where Hawk was concerned? The others, though…?
Logan would have. Obviously, Fane. But Wrath? Certainly not Mina. Maybe Kourtney.
“I never asked anyone to do that,” I muttered, my chin wobbling.
“You didn’t need to.” Fane stepped into my space and fixed my shirt so it was no longer hanging askew. “Don’t let Hawk’s sacrifice go to waste. Let Saint heal you.”
Guilt ate away at me again, tearing me apart from the inside out, clashing with anger.
Maybe Iwouldallow Saint into my bed. Maybe I’d give in and let him drive a bigger wedge between Fane and me.
I bolted awakein my bed, a cold sweat beading my skin and making my t-shirt—okay Fane’s t-shirt that I stole—stick to me.
