Chapter 30
Chapter
Thirty
Electrical throbs hit me right in the center as Fane unbuttoned my jeans and dragged them down my legs. Would we be doing a lot more of this now that he didn’t want to kill me?
I sure as hell hoped so.
Cool air hit my skin, and Fane’s head dipped forward, his lips trailing kisses along my inner thigh. As he inhaled, smelling my arousal, a primal growl crawled up his throat.
“I can’t wait to hear you beg for mercy, my little rebel.”
Moisture pooled between my legs, and Fane licked right over the damp spot on my underwear. A moan spilled out as I arched into his touch, already panting.
“Are you going to play games with me, Maverick, or are you going to—” My words sheared off as he tore my panties to shreds and dragged his tongue over my center.
I gasped, and my legs fell open, my hips rocking. “Fane.”
His sinister laugh vibrated my sensitive flesh and sent bolts of electricity right to my clit. “My name will be the only one you ever utter while coming, isn’t that right?”
My fingers gripped his ebony strands. “Yes, Fane, only your name.”
Damn. I didn’t even try to hold out. Like I could anyway, not with Fane’s tongue doing unholy things to me. It wouldn’t take long before I was toppling over the edge.
As he nibbled and licked, his finger plunged into my entrance, pushing me closer to bliss. “I love how you taste,” he murmured into my mind. “I will never get used to this sweetness.”
I fell into the dizzying whirlwind as Fane stole my sanity. My heart crashed against my rib cage, and blood thundered in my ears, dulling my heavy pants and moans. It had been so long since Fane took me without the threat of Kaspin’s spell hanging over our heads.
Not since our last night in Heldrok.
The freedom that filled me knowing he’d never have to fight the urge to kill me again had me feeling weightless. When I finally shattered and tumbled over the cliff, free-falling into a cloud of pleasure, I screamed his name so loudly my throat strained.
My body was nearly boneless, and I had to fight to keep my eyes open.
“Don’t pass out on me yet, Tate.” Fane’s rough voice swirled into my ears, and the bed shifted as he vanished. The purr of a zipper and then the rustle of fabric echoed before his weight fell on me. “I’m just getting started.”
Fane barely gave me any time to recover before he thrust his hard length inside, yanking a broken cry from my mouth. He groaned at the sensation of being fully sheathed inside me.
“Oh, damn, I forgot how damn good you feel, fiera mika.”
His mouth covered mine, kissing me like a savage and forcing me to taste myself on his tongue. As he slammed in and out of me, the bed creaking and headboard crashing into the wall, I begged and pleaded for more.
Harder. Faster.
I wanted him to tear me apart and then stitch me back together just to break me again.
“Fane, please .”
My thighs parted even more, allowing him to go deeper, to push the boundaries of what I could handle. My bones would definitely break from the brutal clashing of our bodies if I was human.
Our moans intensified alongside the slaps of our flesh, creating a sensual soundtrack that had fire spilling over me.
Fane’s tongue dragged across my throat, lapping up a drop of sweat. “Tell me what you want, fiera mika.”
“You,” I panted as my core tightened and faint ripples began to spread out. “Only you. Forever.”
A satisfied growl vibrated his chest as he dug his teeth into my neck tattoo. “No one else will give you the pleasure I do. And no one else will ever be inside of you. You are mine .”
Fane bit down, and I cried out as another mind-blowing orgasm erupted inside of me. Lights flashed over my vision, and flames licked at me. Every nerve ending opened wide, reveling in the erotic sensations drowning me.
I was going to freaking pass out.
The demon shifter snarled, and his tempo quickened, the movements harsh and uncontrollable.
Just how I wanted it.
As he ravaged me, his pupils thinned into diamonds while he bared his jagged, blood-stained teeth. He didn’t hesitate to show his darker side anymore, and having him give this much of himself to me had another wave of pleasure swirling low in my belly.
“Fuck!” He roared, spilling inside of me and tearing another release from my body as his own pleasure swelled through the bond.
Our ragged breaths filled the room, and he rested his forehead on mine, still inside of me. “I’m never letting you go, Tate.” The possessive edge to his voice had me shivering with desire. “I will fucking chain you to me if I have to.”
“And here I thought you never wanted this bond,” I panted, sweat dampening our bodies.
A savage smile curved his lips, swollen and wet from our kisses. “It doesn’t matter how this bond came to be. You’re mine now.” He sucked on my bottom lip. “No one is stealing you from me, and if anyone were to try, I’d tear them to pieces.”
The subtle threat directed at Saint had the tiniest bit of worry for the alpha growing in my gut, but I shoved it down before Fane sensed it. I had nothing to worry about. Saint wouldn’t try to steal me. I’d never allow it.
Fane Maverick’s hold on me was so strong that nothing, not a powerful spell or a fated mate, could keep us apart.
Not only was I completely addicted to him. I was in love with him.
One day, he’d say those words back.
Fane gently tapped my cheek, stealing my focus. “I know you’re not drifting off to sleep yet.”
“Of course not,” I mumbled. “Just resting my eyes.”
His sinful laugh had goose bumps rising on my flesh. “I’m nowhere near finished.” He pulled out of me, still erect, and flipped me on my stomach. His palm met my ass cheek as he slapped it hard, the sting shooting electrical pulses to my already sensitive core. “On your hands and knees now .”
The rough command and the promise of more pleasure-pain he was such a master at had me instantly obeying. Even though my limbs trembled, I lifted and planted myself in front of him, my ass in the air.
He gave a low, satisfied hum. “You’re such a good girl for me, aren’t you?”
“No,” I muttered.
He laughed again as his heat spread behind me. “The way you did exactly as you were told would say otherwise, fiera mika.” He slapped my other cheek, and I gasped at the pleasure. “But there’s a reason I call you little rebel. You do like to disobey me.”
“See.” I grinned over my shoulder. “I’m letting you have a few moments before I start misbehaving.”
His lupine smile and the threat behind it had me shaking. “Oh really?” Fane grabbed my hair and positioned his cock at my entrance. “We’ll see how rebellious you are while you’re begging me—just like you were a moment ago.”
I opened my mouth to blurt a smart-ass remark, but Fane slammed into me so hard I nearly hit the headboard. My loud groan made it perfectly clear that there would be no disobeying for the next hour or so.
And I loved every second of his savage dominance, and I wanted him to own my body until I couldn’t think straight.
That was exactly what Fane did for the rest of the night and well into the morning.
Hawk and I circled each other in the Anderses’ backyard as a few shifters watched, his hazel eyes glinting with humor despite his serious expression. My best friend always loved being the center of attention, and when Camus suggested we hold some raven-style training sessions, he jumped at the chance.
“Take it easy on me,” he mumbled under his breath. “I’m trying to impress Mina.”
Of course this had to do with a girl.
I fought back a smile. “Then you better give me all you got, Brycen.”
Since more sub-demons had been lurking around the perimeter, Camus thought it would be good if others had some formal hand-to-hand training.
Shifters knew how to fight and trained with each other, but their style was less refined and relied more on strength, teeth, and claws. Not all sub-demons were easily killable in shifter form.
Hawk lunged forward, but I dodged his hit and spun, slamming my fist into his side. He grunted and parried with a hit to my sternum. I purposely let it land to give him a few points. It was an unfair fight after all. I’d trained hard as a raven, and I wasn’t your average shifter. I could have taken Hawk down in seconds.
“Go, Hawk!” Ryan, Dylan’s friend, cheered from the sidelines. “You’re definitely going to win.”
Dylan let out a barking laugh. “No way! Tate’s going to crush him.”
Ryan hopped up from the grass and punched his fists in the air, shaking his shaggy russet hair. “She’s too small to take him.”
The youngest Anders shared a conspiratorial smirk with his brother who stood near Mina and Will. They knew I could crush Hawk.
“Getting a little slow now that you aren’t training every day, are you?” Hawk danced out of my reach, taunting me. “Are you out of shape, Tate?”
I snorted. “And here I thought you wanted me to take it easy on you. Why provoke me?”
He shrugged and gave a light chuckle. “Because it’s more fun.”
Adrenaline coursed through my veins as I ducked under his arm, letting my smaller stature work in my favor. He never saw my hit to his ribs coming and grunted at the impact. I went the extra mile just to annoy him and swept his legs out from under him as he tried to grab me.
As Hawk fell toward the ground, I dropped and thrust my hand out, catching his head before his skull slammed into the grass. He would have been fine, but I’d rather not rattle his brain more than it already was.
He grinned despite losing the round. “Thanks for catching me, Strawberry Shortcake.”
“What are best friends for?” I never thought I’d be able to call him that again after what happened between us, but staying in Mohan Wilds had healed some of the deep pain within him, and he didn’t hate my guts anymore.
Before I could reach my hand out to help him, Hawk did one of those fancy flips and landed on his feet, pulling me up with him. Ryan was thoroughly impressed, clapping for his new hero.
“Size doesn’t matter when you’ve got skill.” Hawk, of course, used this to make a point as if his loss was planned. “Tate’s small, but she can take on opponents twice her size or more.” He draped his arm around my shoulders and tucked me into him, winking at Mina.
The strawberry blond shifter rolled her eyes even as she tried to mask her smile. Hawk’s charm was definitely getting to her.
“When do we get to learn how to use a sword?” Will, Mina’s twin, sliced the air with an invisible blade. “I’d look badass with a sword. I’ll name it Beast Slayer.”
Mina scoffed. “Fighting with a sword in a video game is not the same as real life, Will. You look like such a tool right now.”
Even though she had no sword training, Mina had improvised when the nest of agrigon demons attacked us. Her brother could probably pick up on it quickly too.
“I’m excited just to learn more defensive skills.” Hailey was also watching from the sidelines. After Fane and I returned to Mohan Wilds, she approached me and asked if I could teach her some moves. She never wanted to be in a vulnerable position for the Collective Hunt or this other cloaked group to snatch her.
Hawk jogged toward the deck and grabbed his water bottle from the steps. “Swords will come later, but I like your enthusiasm, Will. Knowing how to wield one is pretty awesome.”
“Aw, can’t you and Tate just give us a little show with swords?” Ryan asked. “That would be so cool!”
I chuckled as I passed Hawk’s newest fan en route to the deck. “Maybe next time.”
He turned his puppy face on Hawk and pinched his thumb and index finger together. “How about a minishow?”
Immediately falling for the kid’s pleading, Hawk angled toward me. “Maybe we could do just a little display.”
“You are such a softy, Brycen.” I chuckled and bent down to grab my water, and the backyard suddenly spun.
Oh shit.
Not this again.