Page 30 of Savage Desire (The Savage Six #2)

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POLARIS

I ’ve had some long-ass days at Trinity Falls Academy since I arrived, but I think today takes the cake. I want to close my eyes and start the day again. Before there were gifts awaiting me from The Crow, not a single feather or card in sight. Where there was no let down from Asher, and no B sitting on my bed.

B. Ben. Benjamin. He still didn’t say what he preferred, but more than that, he’s here, he’s okay. Or he seemed it for the most part.

The water from the shower beats down on me as I hang my head, my eyes closed as I try to breathe through the carnage that remains of my thoughts. I never would have guessed something else would happen today with the strength to overshadow my concerns over The Crow, but this place constantly proves me wrong.

I’ve seen him three times. I’ve lost my memory three times. Is that a coincidence? Maybe, but if so, why? It doesn’t make sense, but nothing here seems to.

To top it all off, he disappeared before I could say or do anything more, leaving me to reel in my thoughts, tearing them apart to try and figure out why the hell I can’t remember. I’ve pinpointed the probable cause as compulsion from a vampire, but I’m still left questioning their motives, or who specifically it might be.

Sighing, I tilt my face up toward the spray, letting it wash over my face as I slick my hair back. The second I think I have any reprieve from my worries that revolve around B and his sudden reappearance, I’m quickly drowned in the turmoil that comes from Asher.

I’m mad at him, but I’m more mad at myself.

Turning to him when I needed help, knowing full well he could turn out to be a total ass like Lincoln, only to be burned by his initial reaction, is my fault. I told myself not to put too much hope in him, but I did it anyway.

Now he’s ready to help and I’m being just as stubborn. I’m going to have to speak to him eventually. Tomorrow, maybe. But tonight is going to involve absorbing as many pages of my grimoire as possible. I need to learn and actually put my magic into practice instead of just saying I will.

With my mind able to focus, even just a little better than before, I run through the motions of washing myself before shutting off the shower.

Blindly searching for my towel hanging on the back of the cubicle door, I press it to my face, taking a deep breath as a cool chill sweeps over my skin. The sound of the door slamming across the room makes me pause, calculating the footsteps that will follow, but all I’m greeted with is silence.

A sickly feeling nestles in my gut as I strain to hear any sound, but there’s nothing, yet my pulse quickens with the sensation that I’m not alone. Lowering my towel, I drape it across my front as I open my cubicle door an inch.

“Hello?”

My panic heightens when only the sound of dripping water greets me, but I swallow down the nerves and close my door again. The second my limited view of the rest of the bathroom is gone, heavy footsteps bounce off the walls.

I stumble back, plastering my back against the cool towels as my eyes widen and my heart rate escalates. Every thundering footstep is a bullet to my chest, leaving me breathless, until black boots appear beneath my cubicle door.

I’m dead.

I’m going to die.

I didn’t think to bring my sand in here with me.

Now look at me.

My eyes dart around the small cubicle, desperate for an escape, but it’s hopeless. The door separating us swings open with force, ricocheting off the partition wall, and I scream at the top of my lungs. The man towers before me, familiar, with a teasing smile on his lips, but it does nothing to calm the noise burning from my throat.

When I finally stop to suck in a breath, my chest heaving with every shallow inhale, he steps inside the cubicle. Dark denim jeans fall over his black combat boots, with a white tee hanging loose over the waistline and a black leather jacket fitted over the top.

“Boo,” he says with a grin, and I glare at him, nostrils flaring as my body remains in fight or flight mode.

“Fuck, Wylder, you’re an ass,” I blurt, slapping my hand against his chest as he inches closer, my fingers curling into the fabric of the towel, but it doesn’t stop him from moving closer and closer until we’re toe to toe.

“I’ve missed your ass,” he replies, a smoldering look darkening his eyes as he peers down at me, and I shiver under his intense stare. A subtle move that seems to calm the raging storm inside of me just a little.

Sighing, my head dips. “I’ve had a long day today, Wylder. I?—”

“I know, Little Witch, that’s why I’m here,” he interjects, curling his finger under my chin to tilt my head back so he can look at me. With his free hand, he trails it down my bare arm, sending a pulse of goosebumps across my flesh, and I quickly realize that there’s only a towel shielding me.

“Wylder,” I breathe, running my tongue over my bottom lip as he exhales slowly.

“I missed you after the fight. I’d spent all week working and pushing myself harder and harder, knowing I had the most delectable treat waiting for me when I was done. Then came Asher and his cockblocking moves,” he explains, and a pit forms in my gut. He's disappointed.

“Oh.” I don’t know what I’m supposed to say or do, but the way he continues to stroke his fingertips up and down my arm is reassuring at least.

“And I was all but fucking wild thinking about it. My eyes were fixed on the balcony from the second you let him lead you away,” he continues, and I blush. Not completely disappointed then? “I saw you, Little Witch,” he mutters, leaning so close that his breath fans over my lips, and it’s more than my cheeks that heat this time. It feels like my entire body is ready to combust. His thumb presses harder against my chin as he shakes his head. “Don’t be embarrassed. It was the hottest thing I’ve ever seen. Well, almost…” His words trail off, leaving me gaping at him, desperate to know more.

“Almost?” I repeat, and he nods, his hand pausing at my wrist so he can run his thumb across my racing pulse.

“Nothing beats having you like this, right in front of me, Little Witch.” Well damn. “I’m here because I’m selfish, but I’m hoping you can be a little selfish with me,” he breathes, so close now that if I were to move just a single millimeter our lips would touch.

“I can be selfish,” I rasp, the rest of the world fading to darkness around us as he lights up my entire soul.

The corner of his mouth ticks up in a smile. “That’s my girl,” he praises, and my heart skips a beat. “Now, do you want me to take all of your worries away or do you want to be the one calling the shots?” he asks, and I understand the meaning behind his words immediately, but I shake my head.

“I can’t call the shots,” I mutter, and he cocks a brow at me.

“Says who?” He stares deep into my eyes, his lips grazing mine as he speaks.

“I wouldn’t know…”

“Close your eyes,” he orders, and I frown at him, but he leans in closer, fuck knows how, but every inch of him is touching every inch of me. Head to toe. It’s intoxicating. “Close them,” he repeats, and I relent, letting my eyelids fall closed as he consumes the air around me. “Where do you need me the most?” His words linger in the air, stealing my breath.

“I don’t…” I whisper, and he ghosts his lips at the corner of my mouth.

“Where are the tingles?”

I run my tongue over my bottom lip, answering with the first thing that comes to mind. “My breasts.” I feel my cheeks burn at the acknowledgment, and a second later he’s no longer hovering face to face with me. I pry my eyes open to see where he’s gone just in time to capture the moment he wraps his lips around my nipple.

The towel does nothing to shield it, hanging loosely at the side, and it quickly flutters to the floor as he yanks it from my body while I bask in the warmth of his mouth. His tongue swirls around my taut peak, soothing every pass of his teeth raking over the sensitive flesh. My back arches, moans tumbling from my lips, and just when I’m certain I’m going to climax from this alone, he releases my nipple and moves over to the next.

A shiver runs down my spine as his fingers trail over my hips, and when he moans around my pebbled skin, I clench my thighs together, blindly searching for friction.

Sweep after sweep of his tongue and teeth has me a writhing mess, desperate for him to inch lower, and when he peers up at me through hooded eyes, I know he knows it too. Releasing my nipple with a pop, he cocks a brow at me.

“Say it, Little Witch. Tell me where you want me.” I gape at him, my breaths coming short and shallow as I shake my head. “Say it,” he repeats, and I gulp, swallowing down the nerves threatening to consume me as desire truly takes hold.

“My pussy.”

He grins victoriously, but shakes his head. “Nah, it’s mine.”

Stunned at his words, I watch as he sinks to his knees, the denim of his jeans likely soaked from the wet tiles, but he doesn’t seem to care. His eyes are set on the apex of my thighs as his hands glide over my skin, nudging my legs apart before he teases a single finger through my folds.

I hiss, needy for more as my hips desperately flex in his direction.

“Say it’s my pussy, Little Witch,” he rasps, swirling his finger around my clit, and I gasp.

“I thought this was you letting me take control.”

He cocks a brow. “We’re both being selfish, remember? If you want to ride my tongue and drench my face in your sweet essence, then you’re going to have to tell me who this pussy belongs to.”

I press my lips together, nerves getting the better of me because I know without a shadow of a doubt that the second I say those words, he’s going to claim them forever. Not just now, not just in this moment.

But fuck I want him to devour me.

“Don’t worry, Polaris. I can share,” he adds, as if reading my thoughts, and I nod.

“It’s yours.”

“What’s mine?” he pushes, teasing his finger just at my entrance, and I bite back a groan.

“It’s your pussy,” I whisper, my face an inferno as he offers me a salacious grin before dipping his tongue between my folds.

Sweet ecstasy floods my veins as he plunges two fingers into my core. My hips move, riding him desperately as he feasts on my center, sucking my clit into his mouth as he fucks me with his fingers.

I grab on to his shoulders, struggling for grip as his leather jacket twists in my grasp. My head is balanced against the tiles behind me, barely propping me up as I succumb to his touch.

The tingles start in my toes, shooting up my thighs and making every muscle tighten as it goes. Only when I’m a bundle of coiled nerves does my release find its peak, and I topple over the edge screaming his name.

He doesn’t slow his fingers until he’s wrung me dry, and only when he’s certain he’s tasted every drop of me does he lean back. “I didn’t know it was possible to have a kink for eating pussy, but here I am declaring your pussy as my favorite place to be,” he states, slowly rising to his feet. With one hand at my waist, he uses the other to brush my hair back off my face before stroking a hand over my cheek. “They feel as hot as they look,” he murmurs, referring to my blush with a grin on his lips, making it burn even brighter. “Do you even know how beautiful you are?”

I shake my head, crumbling under his assessment of me, and the smile disappears from his face.

“We’re going to have to rectify that, Little Witch.” He drops his hand to my waist, and before I can understand what’s happening, he’s lifting me off my feet. I cling to his neck, a squeak parting my lips, but I’m quickly lowered once more.

Staring up at him, a moment in time shifts between us, his eyes fixed on mine, my hands on his chest, and an understanding between us. An understanding of what, I’m not entirely sure, but I feel it nonetheless.

My eyelids dip, but burst back open when he spins me on the spot, kicking the cubicle door open and turning me toward the vanity with the row of mirrors offering a glimpse at my reflection. I manage to catch the counter with my hands to break my fall, but Wylder’s hold on me wouldn’t have allowed me to hit the deck anyway.

His eyes bore into mine through the mirror as he releases me to unbutton his jeans, the sound of the zipper sending echoes around the room, making my thighs clench once more. I watch as he tears a condom wrapper and slowly rolls it down his thick length.

I gulp, anticipation getting the better of me as he does it all with his eyes still locked on mine.

He lines his cock at my entrance, but doesn’t thrust inside as he nods at me through the mirror. “Look at your eyes, Little Witch. Look at how they glow brighter than ever when you’re drunk on your climax,” he breathes, and instead of staring at his reflection, I follow his order and turn to look at mine.

He’s right, my eyes are so blue some parts could be white right now. Like the foam of water as the sea crashes against the shore. I’ve seen it in pictures, but the reflection in my eyes is as close to the real thing as I’ve ever been.

“There you go. You see it, don’t you? That’s my girl,” he breathes before thrusting inside of me. He pushes all the way in and I groan, my pussy throbbing with desire as I scramble to hold on to the vanity.

He swirls his cock inside me for good measure as he leans closer. “Look at your cheeks now. That pink hue… fuck. It’s the shade of pink that sometimes paints the sky after a warm day, a promise that tomorrow is going to be beautiful.”

He doesn’t stop fucking me as he speaks every word, making the color brighten as he praises me, and my core tightens around him. “Now look at your perfect tits. Watch how they fucking bounce with every slam of my cock in your perfect fucking pussy,” he adds, and my gaze drops to his point of interest, watching as they sway with every plunge of his hips. The visual, combined with the sound of his skin slapping against mine, is intoxicating. My knees buckle, threatening to take me out, but he quickly winds a hand in my hair, tilting my head back. “And look at the way you bend for me. Perfection,” he snarls, his hips relentless as he claims me again and again and again.

My climax comes from nowhere, washing over me as every nerve ending bends to his will. I sense the moment he succumbs to it too, his hips jutting as he snarls his release.

I’m spent, the issues of the day a distant memory as I stare at the reflection of the man that continues to surprise me.

“I want to stay the night, Little Witch, but something tells me you need a break from us.”

I gape at him, ready to deny his statement, but I recall the few moments before he showed up where I promised myself to continue with the grimoire.

Fuck.

I want to give in to him, but he’s right, and I owe it to myself to put myself first.

“You’re right,” I rasp, and he presses a kiss to my shoulder blade, eyes still on mine through the mirror.

“I’ve got you. Even when you haven’t got yourself.”

“What does that mean?” I whisper, his words jolting my center, and he winks, standing tall like he didn’t just rock my world both physically and mentally. He discards the condom, tucking himself back into his pants, and I notice the watermarks on his jeans. If he’s aware, he doesn’t care as he heads to the door, leaving me a trembling bundle of nerves. With the door handle in his grasp, he glances back over his shoulder at me.

“Tomorrow, Little Witch. You have until tomorrow.”