Fangs, Fate & Other Bad Decisions novel Chapter 135

Chapter 135

I freeze, my hand halfway to my wine glass, as Thane’s words hang in the air between us. “Because if you did, I’d have to kill him.”

I blink, not sure if I heard him correctly, but there’s no mistaking the sincerity in his voice. I glance up at him, arching a brow as I let my lips curl into a teasing smile. “You wouldn’t dare.”

An ominous chuckle rumbles low in his chest, and he leans back slightly in his barstool, crossing his arms over his chest. His eyes darken as he watches me, something predatory flaring to life in his gaze. “Oh, I would. For you, I’d do just about anything.”

Ishift slightly, suddenly feeling the weight of his words more than I expected. His voice, so smooth and intense, with a tone that’s dipped in dark chocolate, has a way of settling into the pit of my stomach, then spreading lower into my core.

His gaze locks onto mine, intense and unwavering. It’s almost too much to handle, this pull between us, this electricity in the air that seems to pulse with every beat of my heart. I want to look away, to sever the moment, but I can’t. My body won’t move, and my mind feels like it’s trapped in the heat of his stare.

I feel his eyes on me like a physical weight, watching me, seeing right through every shield I’ve ever built. It’s both thrilling and terrifying, the way he makes me feel exposed, raw, and yet… Something else, too. Safe. Wh

is that so hard to admit?

What if I don’t want you to kill him?” I reply, keeping my voice light, but it’s

challenge, and I feel his gaze sharpen as I speak.

“Then I’ll settle for making sure he and every other man on this planet knows who you belong to,” he says, his words dripping with something dangerous. “And trust me, no one’s going to forget who that is.” He punctuates the sentence with a smirk, and my breath hitches, caught in the

undertow of his words.

I try to laugh it off, try to downplay the way his possessiveness makes think that’s going to work? You’re going to mark me like I’m some-

my

pulse

race, but my voice comes out quieter than I intend. “You really

“Mine,” he interrupts, his voice softer now, but no less confident. “I would. And I think you’d like it.”

I open my mouth to retort, to give him a snarky reply, but the words get stuck in my throat as his gaze drops to my lips. It’s like the air between us thickens, charged with something hot and primal. I can feel the heat crawling up my neck, spreading to my cheeks, and my heart is suddenly beating louder than ever before.

“What if I like the idea of you marking me?” I ask, my voice low, barely controlled. I know I’m playing with fire, I know I’m baiting the beast that is Thane Draeven, but I’ve never been accused of having a good sense of self–preservation, so I might as well enjoy it while it lasts.

My words hang between us, charged with a dangerous kind of anticipation. There’s a flicker in his eyes, something predatory, and I can feel the shift in the air, like the temperature’s risen just for us. Maybe I’m tempting fate, maybe I’m asking for trouble… But fuck me, in this sexually charged moment, there’s a part of me that wants to see just how far this wild game of ours can go.

Thane doesn’t respond immediately. Instead, he leans in closer, his elbows resting on the counter’s edge as he tilts his head, studying me with that siow, voracious gaze of his. His lips curl into a teasing smile, and his voice drops an octave lower. “You think you can handle what I’d do to you if you liked that?” he asks, his tone laced with something dark and tempting,

His eyes trail over me, making my skin flush and goosebumps to follow in their wake, like his gaze is physically touching me. I can feel the weight of his words, but it’s the heat in his eyes that gets to me, that makes me forget how to breathe. “Because if you do, Harley,” he adds, his voice softer but no less dangerous, “don’t think you’ll ever be able to run from me again.”

His words stir something inside me, something that isn’t just physical, but profound–a craving that’s been building since the moment he walked de my life. My heart races again, and my fingers tremble against the base of the wine glass. I push it away slowly, forcing myself to stay calm, but it’s no use. Thane knows exactly what he’s doing.

I stand up abruptly, grabbing our empty plates, needing space, needing distance, before I completely lose control. I step around him, but Thane’s eyes never leave me as he smoothly swivels around on his barstool. And even though his expression is unreadable, the tension in his gaze makes sy puder spike.

Whats wrong, Harley? Getting cold feet already? His voice is a low rumble, carrying an edge of amusement, but it’s the quiet intensity behind it that sends a chiver up my spine. His gaze locks onto wine, and the space between us feels charged, like the world has paused just for this

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