Page 39 of Savage Blood (Den of Shadows #6)

Maybe I’d always loved him, too, before the bond, before the bite, before fate had thrown us together and torn us apart a hundred times.

Nothing in this world could make me give him up. I couldn’t blame Fane for choosing to save me over Hawk. I’d be a fool to think I wouldn’t have done the same if roles were reversed.

“I love you so much, Fane.” My fingers slipped under his t- shirt, skimming those hot planes beneath my palms. “I need you. Please .”

Fane knew exactly what I needed, what we both needed.

His rough hands dragged up my ribs, grazing over the scars from his brother and the circular burns from foster care. But those memories didn’t rush forward to cool the fire raging within.

The inferno only intensified, pulsing between my legs and burning across my flesh. I whimpered as his mouth lowered to my breast, biting and licking through the lacy fabric of my bra.

And then he jerked the straps, letting my breasts spill out. His tongue circled the hardened bud, shooting electricity right to my core.

“Fane,” I cried out, arching into his touch. “Don’t stop.”

That damn hot mouth of his could make me fall in seconds.

“Nothing short of an apocalypse would stop me right now, fiera mika.” He unbuttoned my jeans and thrust his hand between my legs.

When Fane found my entrance slick and ready for him, he released a growl of satisfaction that had my head spinning. The sultry beat of the music pumping through the speakers and the lust perfuming the air from the other patrons spurred us on.

He pushed a finger inside, and my head fell back while I rolled my hips in time with his movements. Sweat beaded my skin as longing threatened to drown me. His touch was a drug, and I couldn’t get enough. I’d overdose on him and still want more.

“The door isn’t locked,” Fane murmured against my breast, his teeth scraping my nipple, sending a sharp line of fire through my stomach. “Anyone could sneak up here and find me doing terrible things to you. ”

My fingers tangled in his hair, holding him to me as I moaned. “I don’t care if the whole damn club sees. Then they’ll all know I’m yours.”

His inner beast writhed, longing to make sure the world recognized his claim on me. “Everyone would see if I took you against the balcony. How would you like that?”

My hips tilted, and I whimpered when he added another finger. “Do whatever you want, Maverick. Just don’t stop.”

Scarlet flashed in his irises at my complete surrender. I’d let him do anything to me, take me however he wanted, wherever he wanted.

Soft. Slow. Hard. Fast.

In private or in full view of over a hundred humans and nightworlders.

Pain. Pleasure.

Everything in between.

Fane tore off my bra and then his shirt, his bare touch burning me as he crushed me into the wall. His mouth devoured mine, lick after lick, stealing my sanity. My orgasm hit so fast I didn’t even have time to prepare.

As ecstasy flooded my bloodstream, my scream burst between us. The demon shifter’s scalding body pinned me to the wall while wave after wave crashed into me, and he groaned when he experienced my pleasure through the bond.

I hadn’t even finished, the ripples of bliss still radiating through me, when Fane pulled me from the wall. The wicked grin on his lips yanked the air from my lungs. He didn’t say a word as he towed me behind him on shaky legs.

Instead of shoving me against the balcony like I thought he would, I fell backward onto the leather couch. Fane stood over me, his scarred, tattooed chest heaving. His hair lay in wild waves around his flushed face, and those shining eyes burned into me. His slitted onyx pupils matched mine.

As Fane’s beast took more control, I bit my bottom lip in anticipation of his feral side.

“You always wanted me like this when no one else did.” Fane bent forward, tore my boots off, and then jerked my jeans and underwear down, baring me to him.

“I want you exactly how you are,” I said through ragged breaths. “The beast? The man? I love them both.”

He stepped slowly out of his boots and then pulled his jeans and boxers off, his huge erection springing free.

“You’re the only one who’s ever seen me like this, who knows what’s really here.” His talon-tipped fingers touched his heart where the tattoo had appeared after we claimed each other. “We don’t love each other despite our darkness and flaws. We love each other because of them.”

A lump clogged my throat, making it hard to speak above a whisper. “We’re the same sides of a fucked-up coin.”

Fane’s knees sank into the cushions, and he grabbed my leg, parting my thighs. “We were two lonely creatures just trying to exist in a cruel world. And now we have each other. No more loneliness as long as we’re together. It doesn’t matter who else has to share that.”

With his gaze locked on mine, he sank deep into me, and we moaned at the searing fire exploding around us, beneath us, inside of us.

Our bodies clashed together, Fane bruising and marking me. He licked a blazing trail across my flesh, and I screamed his name, pleading for more as he claimed me again and again.

Stars popped in my vision as the desire roared through us and release after release hit me while Fane took me rough at first and then slow and then rough again.

The dark fae would undoubtedly feel the intense sexual energy flowing from the balcony, and I wouldn’t be surprised to find them hovering near it.

We were slick with sweat and arousal as Fane flipped me on my belly, spread my legs, and took me again. I could barely hold myself up when he jerked me onto my hands and knees and fisted my long hair before slamming his hard length into me.

I cried out, begging for him to go harder, faster. Tears streaked my cheeks, and I sobbed as the pleasure overwhelmed me. I never wanted it to stop.

Please don’t stop.

But we eventually had to stop before we screwed each other into oblivion, so we finally collapsed on the now-broken couch.

I lay on Fane’s chest, running my finger over the healing scratches, his feet hanging off the tattered end of the couch where the arm used to be. “Do you think everyone in the club knew what we were doing?”

His hoarse laughter shook my body. “There’s a good chance most of the nightworlders sensed something hot going on up here.”

I buried my face against him. “At least you didn’t rip my clothes, so I have something to wear.”

“What a shame.” Fane caressed the length of my spine. “There’s still time for you to dress and let me tear them off.”

“No way.” I kissed the tattoo over his heart. “How about I shred your clothes this time and you walk out naked?”

He shrugged. “Go for it, fiera mika.”

I lifted my head, gazing down at him. “I’ll do it, Fane.”

His smile made me feel boneless. “You can do anything you want. ”

“I’m calling your bluff and?—”

The hair on my arms suddenly stood on end as my scalp prickled. Fane felt the change, too, his muscles tightening and eyes glowing.

“Something’s going on down there,” he murmured, cocking his head to listen. “We should get dressed.”

My heart thundered against my ribs as a foreboding sensation flooded the club. Tension built, and something sinister grazed my nape.

And then the screaming began.