All Chapters of Claimed by Fangs and Claws: Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

The air inside the dark bedroom grew so heavy it felt impossible to breathe.Salvatore stood at the threshold of the door, his towering frame silhouetted against the dim hall light. His dark leather armor was scuffed and dirty. He looked fiercer and completely exhausted, yet his burning amber eyes locked onto mine with a raw, consuming intensity that made my knees tremble.The agonizing heat at the base of my neck flared into a feverish, throbbing burn. The mate mark was screaming, demanding the proximity of the man who had forged it.Yet, as my heart leaped with an overwhelming urge to hurl myself into his arms, the terror inside me snapped awake. My growing, unstable hybrid magic reacted instantly to my panic.CRACK!A wall of shimmering, pitch-black shadows erupted from my skin, solidifying into a dark, pulsing barrier between us.I backed up until my calves hit the edge of the mattress, my long dark hair falling wildly over my shoulders. "Stay back, Salvatore!" I warned, my voice

The soft glow of dawn slowly broke through the high canopy of the dark woods, casting long ribbons of pale gold across the floorboards of the cottage. The morning air was cool, but inside the bed, wrapped in heavy velvet blankets and buried in Salvatore’s overwhelming heat, I had never felt warmer.Salvatore lay on his side, his broad chest rising and falling in deep, rhythmic breaths. One of his large, calloused hands rested possessively over my hip, pulling me flush against his solid body as if he feared I might dissolve into mist the moment he loosened his grip. His dark hair was tousled, falling across his forehead, and his sharp, regal face looked softer in sleep than I had ever seen it.I traced the line of his jaw with my index finger, marveling at the quiet peace between us. For six months, I had convinced myself that isolation was my only sanctuary. But lying here, feeling the s

The cool forest breeze whipped through the ancient pines as the black warhorse galloped down the narrow, fog-shrouded path leading toward the High Frost territory. The rhythmic, heavy thud of hooves against the damp earth vibrated through the air, but inside my chest, my heart was hammering to a completely different, violent beat.I was seated directly in front of Salvatore on the high leather saddle, clad in a long, dark velvet gown he had pulled from the cottage chest before we left. Yet, despite the heavy fabric, every single inch of my body felt as though it were on fire.Salvatore towered over me from behind, his broad, solid chest pressed tightly against my back with every stride of the horse. One of his massive, calloused hands held the leather reins firmly, guiding the warhorse through the misty woods, while his other arm was wrapped possessively around my waist, anchoring me to him. The scent of him- fresh rain, crushed pine, and pure, intoxicating Alpha heat- enveloped my se

The steam rose thick and heavy around us, weaving through the flickering lamplight of the private bathing chamber like a curtain of liquid silver. The water was hot, but the heat radiating from Salvatore’s broad, battle-scarred body was suffocating, burning away every lingering trace of the cold forest and the dark threats that sought to tear us apart.Our mouths met in a fierce, breathless collision that felt less like a kiss and more like two starving souls claiming their ground. Salvatore’s hands were large and hot against my skin, pinning me securely over his thick thighs as the water splashed around our waists.Slowly, his lips parted from mine, trailing a burning path of wet, heavy kisses across my cheek, down my jawline, and over to the sensitive shell of my ear."You drive me mad, Jennifer," Salvatore growled, his deep, gravelly voice rumbli

The soft, golden light of the morning sun filtered gently through the sheer silk drapes of the grand bedchamber, casting a warm glow over the tangled, dark sheets. The cool mountain air brushed against the stone balcony, but inside the sprawling bed, the air was still thick with the lingering heat of our uninhibited passion from the night before.I woke up slow and warm, wrapped completely in the heavy, solid embrace of Salvatore’s arms.I didn't move. I simply lay there for a quiet moment, resting my head against his broad, bare shoulder, taking in the steady, rhythmic rise and fall of his battle-scarred chest. His face was relaxed in sleep, his sharp, regal jawline softened by the morning light, his dark hair falling wildly over his forehead.Smiling softly, I reached up with my hand, gently running my fingertips through the dark hair on his chest, care