Page 8 of Savage Desire (The Savage Six #2)

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WYLDER

D espite the sand in my eyes, I know she’s gone, making a run for it. My ears perk up with the first step she takes, but like hell am I going to stick around here as she tries to put distance between us.

She’s right to do so, I’m being an ass, taking my issues out on her when it’s me with the problem, but attempting to admit that outloud is more complex than thinking it. Keeping the revelation to myself is the only option.

Swiping at my eyes, I squint through the discomfort to find Minnie glaring at me from her mat two rows over. She points to her right and I catch a flash of silver hair before Polaris disappears around the side of the building.

Fuck.

I trudge after her, leaving the sand to irritate my eyes as I hone all of my senses on her.

“Mr. Aires,” Professor Drummond hollers disapprovingly, but I don’t bother to turn around. I can deal with her consequences later. Right now, I need to work on the ones I have with Polaris.

Thankfully, as I cut across the grass, I hear Lincoln’s voice carry through the air, attempting to soothe the professor, giving me the out I need to up my speed.

I rub at my eyes as I reach the academy building, the discomfort little more than a scratch now as I take a deep breath, searching for her sweet, intoxicating scent. It’s stronger than I expect, and the moment I step around the corner of the stone wall, I see why.

Her back is leaning against the wall a few feet away. Her hands are braced on her knees as she sucks in a breath and fails miserably as she opts to mutter a line of curses instead. Her silver curls hang over her face, shielding her from my view, and me from hers, while I take the moment of peace it gives me to inhale her scent.

I’d had no intention of being an ass to her.

Not one.

When Tatum promised he had smoothed things over with her yesterday, I was ecstatic. When I saw her across the dining hall this morning, I was even more ecstatic. It was all perfect until Bianca chimed up from her seat across the table, bringing me tumbling back to Earth, or Hell, whichever is the worst.

“When you’re done panting over your latest obsession, remember what was promised between our families.”

Bianca was right. I am infatuated with Polaris. Beyond words. Which is great and all, except for one fact, one major factor that threatens to bring me to my knees.

She’s not a wolf.

Not even a little.

She’s a witch. A fact that I hadn’t seen as an issue until I was reminded of the fact that quadrants don’t mix. Not since the blood kin curse was bestowed upon us all, long before our time.

Vampires stay tangled up in vampires.

Humans are all about loving other humans.

Witches are luring other witches under their spells.

While wolves fuck everything and everyone when the full moon shines, only to settle down with a wolf that bonds your pack with another.

It doesn’t matter how obsessed I am with Polaris. That’s all it could be: a fleeting bout of excitement. It doesn’t matter that I want to make sure she is safe at all times. It doesn’t matter how much I want to see her smile, and it definitely doesn’t matter how much I want to taste her sweet pussy on repeat.

I am a wolf and she is a witch.

Since Polaris isn’t in my first class, I spent the entire time distracted from the actual lesson as I worked on building the walls between us, well aware I was going to have to face her once combat class came around.

I’d done great, played down all that we are. Then she walked in and fucked it all to Hell with a simple soft smile and a single word. Hi .

It’s embarrassing how quickly my walls collapsed in her presence, but nowhere near as embarrassing as knowing I was taking it all out on her.

“Fuck.”

Startled blue eyes dart to mine, and I realize too little too late that I blurted that out loud.

I lift my hand, taking a tentative step toward her as if I’m approaching a ferocious animal ready to pounce, but the second I eliminate a single inch of distance between us, she takes off.

Gone.

Fuck.

Like hell is she getting away from me.

Her hair dances in the wind as she hurries toward the nearest door, but my main focus is settled on the sway of her ass. It should be impossible for it to move like that while running, but her entire body draws me in.

Definitely screwed.

Stomping after her, I reach the doorway she disappeared through as the door shuts after her. I open it with more force than necessary, sending the wood colliding into the wall. It ricochets as I step over the threshold, and a squeak comes from the left, where I find Polaris looking back with raw panic in her eyes.

She’s afraid.

She should be.

The things I want to do to her…

Fuck .

My tongue sweeps over my bottom lip as I dart after her, like a lion prowling after its gazelle.

I am the predator with my prey locked in sight, there is no way she’s getting away from me now.

As she rounds the corner at the end of the hallway, I’m not far behind her, but she quickly slips through the door leading to the girls’ bathroom before I can get ahold of her.

I freeze for a second, more with amusement than anything else. If she thinks hiding in here is going to make me back off, she’s in for a rude awakening.

Pressing my palm against the door, I make sure to be a little gentler in opening it, discreetly slipping inside before leaning back against the wall, trying to remain as undetected as possible.

The second I glance around the room, the entire space falls into the background when I find Polaris hanging over the basin. Her knuckles are white, clinging to the porcelain for dear life as she tries to calm her breathing. Once again, her face is hidden by her hair, and the vision of wrapping the ends around my fist so I can make sure I have a good view of her fills my mind.

My cock throbs at the idea. It’s been burning for attention since I saw her in the dining hall, not deflating in the slightest, not even when I tried to put an invisible wall between us.

I can’t bite back the smile on my face as I stare at her. She really thought I wouldn’t follow her in here?

Cute.

Glancing back at the door, my smile spreads into a wicked grin when I spy the lock. The sound of the latch clicking into place echoes around the room and I’m already staring at the woman in question, eager to watch her reaction, see the realization wash over her face when she finds herself trapped in these four little walls with the big bad wolf.

The sight that greets me has my cock ready to explode.

Her eyes dart to mine, lightning fast, and widen in shock before morphing into horror. Her back stiffens as she stands tall, hair whipping around her face as her eyes dart around the room. I spot the moment she decides running into a bathroom stall would be better than facing me, but I’m moving before she has a chance to reach the cubicle.

She’s in my arms in the next breath, feet clean off the floor, back pressed against my chest as I breathe her in.

“Wylder, I?—”

Whatever she’s about to say is halted when I spin her in my hands, planting her back against the wall by the sinks. Her next word doesn’t come as she gapes at me, gulping around a lump in her throat, and I grin.

“That wasn’t very nice, Little Witch,” I breathe, enjoying the way her eyebrows furrow and her nostrils flare before she finally finds her tongue.

“Stop calling me that.”

I tilt my head, staring deep into her eyes. “But you are my little witch.”

She shakes her head, her lips pursing as she grows more irritated.

Good. Feel mad. Feel frustrated. Feel what I’m feeling.

“Not when you say it like that, I’m not,” she hisses, a flash of disappointment in her eyes, but if she’s aiming that look my way she’s going to be even more surprised.

I won’t apologize for my flaws. We all have them. Her included. I haven’t found a single one yet, but I know it’s there, and I already know I won’t care what it is.

“Say it like what?” I ask, biting back the nickname from my tongue as I inch closer, pressing the length of my body against hers as I tighten my hold at her waist. I want her to wrap her legs around my hips, bring me closer, but she doesn’t.

Stubborn.

I like it.

“Like it’s a bad thing.”

“Like what’s a bad thing?” I push, curious to see if she’ll reveal a little vulnerability to me. I crave it. She’s given me so much already, but I want more. And knowing Lincoln took the most innocent piece of her has me desperate to claw away at the rest of her for everything she has to give.

She rubs her lips together nervously, her bravado slipping for the briefest moment before she narrows her eyes on mine. “Being a witch.”

“Maybe it is.” The words are heavy on my tongue, revealing the truth, and I watch as a frown transforms her face. The confusion is clear in her eyes, especially since our different quadrants have never been an issue before, and she shakes her head, the dejection even more prominent now.

“Put me down, Wylder.” Her words are firm, strong, I’ll give her that, but if she thinks they’re going to work on me, she’s got a lot to learn.

Instead of following her command, I lean in closer, making sure my cock presses against her stomach as I run my nose along the cut of her jaw, all the way up the side of her face until my lips ghost over the shell of her ear.

“ Make me. ”

Her fingers curl into my t-shirt, her breaths growing shorter with every pass.

“I liked you, Wylder. God, I let you…” Her words trail off and my gut twists, hating her use of the past tense.

Liked?

Fuck that.

“You’re going to keep letting me, aren’t you, Little Witch…” I breathe against her ear, feeling a shiver ripple through her limbs as I hold her captive against the wall, leaving her nowhere to hide.

Her palms press against my chest, attempting to put distance between us, but I ignore it, pushing harder against her until I have to drop my face into the crook of her neck. Dragging my tongue over her delicate skin, I feel the goosebumps rise in my wake, and it feeds the ecstasy coursing through my veins. My dick twitches more fiercely at the reactions she’s giving me, and she grunts.

“You’re getting off on this, on being mean to me.”

I can’t deny it, but it’s more than that. It’s…

“Fighting is in my blood, Little Witch. In the ring, in the locker room, in the girls’ bathroom,” I rasp, forcing myself to lift my gaze to hers.

Her blue eyes are dark, like the sky just before dusk falls. Her pupils are blown, a sweet dusting of pink falls over her cheeks, and I know she understands what I’m saying.

She blinks at me, but the lust burning in her eyes doesn’t diminish. If anything, it burns more intensely. “You’re messing with my head, Wylder,” she admits, defeat tightening her shoulders, and I snicker, lowering my hands to grab the back of her thighs, forcing her to spread her legs, but the second I do, they instinctively wrap around my middle.

Fuck.

“That makes two of us,” I grunt, eyes fixed on her mouth as she drags her tongue over her plump lips.

She scoffs. “I haven’t done anything, Wylder. I?—”

I crush my lips to hers, done with the pointless conversation. Her mouth molds to mine, battling for control, but I refuse to back down. Swiping my tongue at the seam of her lips, she concedes, a groan tumbling out as I claim her mouth.

The bite of her finger nails at the nape of my neck leaves me moaning my own pleasure as she draws me closer.

“Wylder…”

My name on her tongue flips the switch on the detonator inside of me. All I see is her, all I feel is her, all I want is her.

Pinning her in place with my hips, I release her thighs to tug at the waistband of her sweatpants, pulling her panties along with them to reveal the soft skin of her ass. She gasps at the contact between us, the sound growing louder and needier as I find my way to her core. The material of her sweatpants is bound around her knees as I adjust her again, practically folding her in half to gain better access. It means tearing my lips from hers, but it’s worth it when I feel her folds damp with desire.

“That’s my Little Witch,” I rasp as I sweep my fingers through her folds, and her deathly grip moves to my arm, holding on with all her might.

With my hips hooked just right and my right hand pinning her in place, I dig into my pocket with my left hand, my veins flooding with relief when I feel the foil of a condom in my pocket. I tear at the packet with my teeth, eyes fixed on hers the entire time, waiting for her to try and tell me no, but it doesn’t come. Not as she watches me drop the wrapper to the floor, not when she hears the tear of my zipper, not when she senses me rolling the latex down my length, and not when I shift us once again so the head of my cock nudges at her entrance.

Her warmth wraps around the tip of my dick and I succumb to the desire coursing through my veins.

I claim her, inch by inch, breath for breath, need for need.

I don’t stop until I’m rooted inside her to the hilt, and it takes everything that I am to freeze in place once I make it there. I press my forehead against hers, my breaths stuttering as much as hers until she whispers my name again.

“Wylder… I… please…”

Groaning, I follow the silent order in her plea, retracting all the way to the tip before I slam back inside of her. She claws at my arms, hips flexing naturally to try and meet my thrust, even though the tangling of her pants makes it difficult.

Every cry from her lips is a force to be reckoned with, drawing me deeper, harder, faster. Any restraint I may have had is gone, lost to the vixen before more as I slam into her again and again and again.

She might not be a virgin anymore, but she’s tight as hell. All mine for the taking.

“I-I’m so c-close, Wylder, b-but someone might c-come in,” she stammers, her pussy clenching tight around my cock, and my head falls back, a grin spreading across my face as I soak her in.

“Your screams will keep them away,” I grunt, my pace unwavering as I take what’s mine. The door is locked, but I wouldn’t care regardless.

Wide doe eyes settle on mine as she sinks her teeth into her bottom lip, trying to defy me and stop the whimpers from escaping her lips.

Fuck that.

My muscles strain as I give her everything I’ve got, slamming, claiming, taking, and with every thrust of my cock her cries grow undeniably louder.

“That’s it, Little Witch. Finally, fucking finally, come on my dick. Let me feel your pretty little cunt convulse around my cock. Drench me in your release, leave your scent on me for everyone to know,” I growl, holding back my own release, refusing to tumble before she does.

Her cries of pleasure grow hoarse as her head falls back, nails so tight on my flesh I’m certain she’s drawing blood, but it’s the tightening of her pussy that completes me.

Wave after wave, ripple after ripple, she falls, colliding with ecstasy and pleasure over and over again, and it’s impossible to draw it out for a second longer. Thrusting into her one final time, I stop holding back, finding my own release as euphoria clings to my bones, marking me as hers.

When the world comes back into focus, we’re a smattering of limbs pressed against the wall, perspiration beading between us as we both struggle with shallow breaths. Leaning back, I find her half-mast gaze already settled in my direction.

I reach out, stroking a loose curl behind her ear. “I’m an asshole. If I’ve ever given you any indication otherwise, that’s my bad, but I’m not always a good man, Little Witch. That’s not going to change. If you want sweet and comforting, that’s where Tatum comes in,” I offer, and she stares at me, soaking in every word I say. “But whatever I’m dealing with right now isn’t your issue, that’s all on me.” It’s not an apology, but… it’s something.

“It’s not?” she asks, eyebrows furrowing once again as I slowly shake my head.

“No, Polaris. Your issue is going to be keeping me out of your fucking pants.”