Page 83 of Savage Blood
When I reached for my plate, he blocked my hand.
“At least let me clean this up for you.”
I nodded, thankful I could escape the kitchen before I had a full-on meltdown. “Thanks.”
By the time I entered my room and slammed the bathroom door shut, a cold sweat beaded my flesh. I leaned over the gray counter, sucking in gulps of air.
The cravings for the amulet and its twisted power hadn’t been this strong in a while. Had touching the stone, even in the vision, screwed up all my progress?
What would happen when I tore it from Barric’s neck?
Electricity popped along my neck tattoo, and when I met my reflection in the mirror above the counter, Fane’s phantom form stood behind me.
I should have known my emotions would call him.
Heat flushed my skin as his mismatched gaze roamed over my trembling form. But he didn’t need to ask what was wrong. He felt it, like a tempest crashing within, fighting to shatter me like I was a piece of delicate driftwood.
“It looks like you could use a distraction to get your mind off of that amulet.” His rough voice sparked flames low in my belly.
My fingers dug into the edge of the counter as my heart started a frantic beat that had nothing to do with the cravings for the Infernal Sol. “What did you have in mind, Maverick?”
The corners of his lips pulled into a sinful smile as his hand slid up my spine and then curled around my throat, his fingers branding me. “I think you know exactly what I have in mind, fiera mika.”
Chapter
Twenty
A fire spreadover my damp flesh, consuming any rational thought as Fane Maverick pressed his body into mine. His heat had me groaning as did the wicked promise of pleasure-pain flashing in his luminescent eyes.
I sucked my bottom lip into my mouth, every inhale filled with his dark, seductive scent—like danger and smoke.
But my stubborn side emerged, and I gnashed my teeth. “What makes you think I want anything from you?”
At the sound of his low chuckle, throbbing unfurled between my legs. “Let’s not play this game, fiera mika. You know I felt that ache deep inside you the moment I wrapped my hand around your throat.”
I couldn’t stop a whimper from slipping out of me as he caressed the apex of my legs, my body’s warmth intensifying at his touch.
“Besides,” he whispered against my neck, his breath like a flame, “I have a much better game to play.”
My hands pressed into the chilly marble counter as talonsthreatened to burst from my fingertips. “Maybe I don’t want to play any games with you, Maverick.”
He gave a lazy shrug. “I could just vanish, then, leave you with these cravings for the amulet. I’m sure a cold shower could help. Some.”
As he stepped away, my little cry of protest had a sinister grin splitting his mouth. “That’s what I thought.”
The cocky bastard knew I wouldn’t turn this down. And the real reason had nothing to do with alleviating those cravings for the Infernal Sol. This was about another type of addiction altogether. I wouldn’t admit it, though, and neither would he.
We’d just pretend for tonight.
Fane’s other hand snaked around my waist, slid up my stomach, and gripped a breast through my sports bra. But suddenly, his phantom hand moved right through the material, twisting and pinching my nipple.
I gasped at the sting of pain and then the burst of pleasure erupting through my bloodstream. He knew exactly how to make my knees tremble.
“This is nothing, little rebel.” Fane’s teeth dragged down my jaw and then my throat, spreading a line of fire across my hot skin.
Another invisible hand slipped between my legs, and without warning, a finger plunged into my entrance. I cried out this time, my head falling on his hard chest. His satisfied smile in the mirror only made me grind against him.
A rough growl rumbled through Fane as he rocked his hips in time with mine and rubbed the hard ridge in his jeans against my ass. My breaths came in ragged pants, the fingers on his real hand tightening around my throat while those phantom ones stroked my bundle of nerves.
