Page 86 of Savage Blood
“Yes, Fane, make me yours.”
A snarl burst from him, and one of his hands left my hip, tangled in my hair, and pulled my head back. “Youaremine, fiera mika. Always have been. Always will be.Mine.”
That one word made electricity ripple low in my center, poised to push me off that high cliff and send me soaring toward the heights of ecstasy. Stars spotted my vision, and my panting grew louder.
His hips pistoned into me at a nearly unbearable tempo, rough and fierce like an animal that had never known the inside of a cage.
Wild. Savage. And perfect.
Fane’s teeth flashed in the mirror moments before he sank them into my neck, right over his bite, and the orgasm ruptured within me. I screamed, and tears spilled down my cheeks from the intense undulations of hot bliss rolling in my stomach, to the ache between my legs, and out toward every limb.
I would have fallen if Fane wasn’t holding me up, continuing to pump in and out, chasing his own release. My talons dug farther into the marble as the entire counter shook with the force of Fane’s primal onslaught.
“We’re going to break the fucking counter,” I mumbled, or at least I thought I did.
Either way, Fane understood and unlatched his mouth from my throat, blood dripping down my neck and chest. He snatched my hands off the counter.
When he pulled out of me, I whimpered at the loss, but my disappointment evaporated like hot ash once Fane jerked me around and crushed his mouth to mine. A moan ricocheted between us as our tongues tangled, the briny taste of my blood mixing with his seductive, smoky flavor.
My pulse throbbed as Fane lowered us to the floor, the cold tiles like ice against my burning flesh. He maintained the kiss as he spread my thighs and drove his hard length into me again.
And again.
He could use me and mark me all he wanted. If I died right now, I wouldn’t care, not with him, my mate, inside of me.
“I fucking missed you.” His mouth trailed down my neck, sucking, biting, and marking.
Fane did it on purpose, unable to control his beast’s instincts to lay his claim and show everyone, especially Saint, who I belonged to.
After a few more moments of Fane’s punishing thrusts, we both came, the pleasure bouncing between the bond and doubling over with so much intensity the whole damn compound could have felt it.
“Tate!” Fane roared, spilling inside me as his talons scraped the floor by my head.
I trembled beneath him, a helpless slave to our desire while flames licked at my every crevice and filled my every cell. A dozen curses tumbled from the demon shifter’s mouth, and he dropped on top of me, our frenzied breaths mingling.
We stayed wrapped in each other, a tangle of arms and legs, while he remained inside of me, neither of us willing to let go. My heart crashed against my ribs in the same frantic dance as his.
The mate bond between us crackled and hummed with contentment, something it hadn’t felt in weeks.
And something it might not feel again for a long time—if ever.
Someone shook me awake,and for a moment, I thought my neck tattoo tingled. “Fane,” I murmured.
“Sorry, it’s only me.” Dark strands of hair fell into Saint’s worried face as he perched on the edge of my bed, the moonlight from the windows casting a glow around him. “You were having a nightmare.”
My cheeks heated while guilt curdled in my gut. “I didn’t mean anything. His name just came out.”
That was a lie. Fane had been on my mind all night. After we’d rested on the floor in the bathroom for a few additional minutes, Faneclaimedme a couple more times. When he left, I could barely keep my eyes open.
But he was all I saw when I closed them.
We knew it was a one-time—okay, four-time—thing. Having sex didn’t magically fix our relationship. He’d still hurt me, and he was hurting me even more by pushing me toward Saint.
I understood he wanted me to heal, but why couldn’t we find some other way? Why was Fane so willing to risk our bond? Just being around Saint might not even work. Like Enid said, we were fated mates but not mated.
Did Fane really want me to break our bond and mate with another man?
I blinked back the tears, a lump growing in my throat. What if that was the only way to save the bitten shifters from Barric?
