Page 9 of Savage Blood (Den of Shadows #6)

Chapter

Seven

Fane’s stare blazed a trail of fire down my bare back as the pink satin sheets rubbed at my sensitive skin. Every nerve ending was frayed and open, sucking up the onslaught of stimuli still peppering my body.

Well, not my actual body, of course. That was back in Karn’s—or now Barric’s—dungeon in the Underworld.

“Stay still, fiera mika.” Fane’s deep, resonating voice made goose bumps rise on my arms.

After satisfying our sinful craving for each other, we lounged in the room I stayed in when I was Ruin’s prisoner.

The edges of his lips twitched into a sinister smile as he sat in a leather chair next to the bed, midnight strands of hair wild around his flushed face. Moonlight flowing through the window—framed in white and pink drapes—glinted on the steel hoop piercing his bottom lip and the one in his nose.

He looked hot in any setting, even this pastel hell ripped right out of the eighties.

“Why don’t you come back over here?” I patted the bed, and the sheet fell a little more, exposing the top of my ass. “I’m getting cold.”

“You’ll only distract me from getting answers out of you.” His bare chest, covered in ebony tattoos and scars, peeked from behind the sketchpad he held.

“But you like my methods.” My tongue darted out to lick my lips, and I angled to the side, giving him a view of my breasts.

The growl vibrating his throat and the lust flashing in his mismatched irises had my nipples pebbling, aching for his touch again. Fane felt my desire through our bond, intensifying his own. The bulge between his legs, barely hidden within his gray sweatpants, swelled.

“Keep misbehaving, and I’ll punish you.” When he heard my little whimper, he arched an eyebrow. “Or maybe I won’t punish you, since you like it so much.”

Ugh!

I flung a pillow at him, which he snatched out of the air and tossed onto the floor, a chuckle shaking his broad shoulders.

“Tell me what I want to know, and I’ll come back to bed and do terrible, despicable things to you.” The scratch of Fane’s charcoal pencil across the page echoed.

A few days had passed since Barric captured me and locked me in the dungeons. After the ritual knocked me out of my body, I’d been able to reach Fane, but the sickness from the Infernal Sol could weaken me and steal that ability.

The first time I contacted Fane again, I told him about Alicia. Thankfully, he informed Knox, and even though he couldn’t get to her, at least he knew where she was. And he knew I’d protect her as much as possible.

I should have been using this time to devise a plan to steal the Infernal Sol from Barric and escape, but I couldn’t do much from the dungeon.

He had to let me out of my cell eventually.

“I know you’re hiding something from me, fiera mika.” Fane sucked his lip piercing into his mouth as he concentrated on his sketch. “And until you tell me, you won’t get to feel the pleasure of my touch.”

For shit’s sake. He wasn’t even trying to be sexy, and yet tingles exploded between my legs.

“Is that so, Maverick?”

I hadn’t told Fane about Barric’s goal with the Admordum Nexia Covenant, nor had I mentioned that I planned to take the Infernal Sol back. He knew there was a big chance I couldn’t resist the call of dark power, and the amulet would burrow inside of me.

But what choice did I have? If I didn’t stop Barric, he would wipe out every bitten shifter in the world.

Once Fane found out, he’d try to talk me out of it. He’d assure me there was another way.

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 I didn’t get 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 hear don’t , but I see do in 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 tongue over 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.”

“I couldn’t even if it tried.” He thrust into me while I matched his relentless pace. “You always bring out the beast in me.”

Talons sprouted from my fingers, and I raked them down his back, drawing blood. We moaned as the metallic scent hit the air and mixed with sex. The powerful slap of flesh resounding through the bedroom sent fire sweeping over my spine.

Our inhibitions and worries fell away as we became slaves to our desire, desperate to cling to this moment.

We had no idea when we’d get another.

Fane’s incorporeal hands roamed over my breasts and my ass, gripping and squeezing. “I can’t go this long without you, fiera mika. I need you.”

“You have no idea how much I need you, Fane. Always.” I thrust my tongue into his mouth, lapping up his intoxicating flavor.

Need. Want. Love.

My addiction to him was overwhelming and completely uncontrollable. But I’d gladly drown in it, letting this bliss steal my sanity, my soul, and even my life. All those things belonged to Fane anyway. They became his before we even claimed each other.

His movements grew frantic, his touch searing me as an orgasm built in my core. Sweat beaded our flesh, and my hands glided over his now slippery back. Releasing a frustrated moan, I gripped his hair, tugging on the strands until he snarled, and I rode him harder. Faster.

Nothing in this world or the next could ever sever my ties to this beast. We belonged to each other in every sense of the word, and I would walk through fire, move heaven and hell, and burn down the universe for him.

Looking into those smoldering, hypnotic eyes that held me captive, the same sentiment shone out of them. Fane would tear a hole in the very fabric of existence just to be with me.

“I love you, Tate. I will always fucking love you. ”

Those words sent me over the cliff, and I screamed his name as an explosion of bliss erupted through me. Fire inundated my veins, and my head fell back while I reveled in the pure ecstasy overtaking my body.

“Tate!” Fane came right behind me, his warmth spilling into my center while he gave a dozen more ruthless pumps of his hips. A feral roar tore from his mouth right before he sank his teeth into my neck, biting me right over the tattoo.

And a second orgasm shattered me to pieces.

Our ragged breaths filled the room, and I slumped against him. Sweat clung to our skin, and electricity crackled around us. Fane wrapped his thick arms around me, pinning me to his chest.

If only we could stay like this forever, locked in a happy bubble of pleasure and love.

But the outside world circled us with sharp daggers, threatening to pop our safe bubble at any moment.

“I discovered Barric’s big plan,” I blurted, my voice raw from screaming.

Might as well be the one to pop our fantasy before someone else takes the pleasure.