Page 24 of Savage Sacrifice (The Savage Six #4)

POLARIS

F inding an outfit to wear is far easier here than it ever was at Trinity Falls Academy.

The person who curated my replacement wardrobe did an excellent job.

I opt for a pale blue dress with cute daisy prints scattered throughout and a white denim jacket featuring lace cut-outs.

They might not really be mine, but it feels more like me than anything I wore at Trinity Falls.

The second I’m happy with my hair and makeup, I slip my black sandals on and perch myself by the window, watching, waiting.

My gut twists a little as I let myself fall into my thoughts.

I already miss being able to use my magic to get ready.

I had only just started to enjoy using such power to complete mundane tasks, but I’m already feeling the loss more heavily than I could have ever imagined.

I hadn’t considered this part when I drove the blade through my heart, but it’s a consequence I’m willing to deal with if it means Minnie is safe.

It’s weird how confident I feel in that statement. I don’t waver in my thoughts, not even for a second. I’m becoming more aware of what I’ve lost, but none of it compares to the idea of losing my friend. My heart aches at the mere thought of it, just like it did in that moment.

Movement outside catches my attention, pulling me from my mental spiral, and excitement immediately pools in my gut when I spy Blaze strolling down the street.

I take a moment to enjoy the view, watching the way his muscles flex beneath the sleeves of his fitted black shirt, while silently pleading for him to turn around so I can catch a glimpse of his ass in those jeans.

Too eager to wait, I hurry downstairs, taking two steps at a time before attempting to gather myself at the bottom.

With a deep breath, I run my hands over the front of my dress, trying to calm myself.

It does little to settle the giddiness inside of me, so I don’t even bother to wait for a knock at the door.

Instead, I charge toward it, grabbing the door handle and swinging it open with more force than intended.

There’s a frown on his face as he slips his hand into his pocket, and I’m sure I catch a glimpse of something cream colored disappearing beneath the denim. “What’s that?” I blurt, instantly berating myself for not actually saying hello, but he waves me off.

“Nothing,” he insists, eliminating the remaining distance between us until we’re chest to chest and his hands rest at my waist.

“Blaze,” I breathe, my warning waning as I melt into him.

If he hears it in my voice, he doesn’t acknowledge it as he pulls me closer, and I wrap my arms around his neck.

“Inside, Amica Mea,” he rasps, his arms banding around my middle as he lifts me an inch off the floor and carries me across the threshold. He kicks the door shut behind us, blindly heading deeper into the house with his eyes locked on mine.

I’m so caught up in his presence that I don’t realize he’s moved us into the kitchen until he lowers me back to my feet, but he doesn’t release me.

“You look beautiful,” he states, eyes delving deep into mine, and I feel the blush creep over my cheeks.

Clearing my throat, I place my hands on his shoulders. “You don’t look too bad yourself,” I reply, and the corner of his mouth lifts in a teasing curl before he hoists me in the air once again.

This time, he takes me higher, and I instinctively wrap my legs around his waist, clinging to him like my life depends on it.

“I’ve fucking missed you, Amica Mea,” he rasps, molding his hands around the globes of my ass as he grinds me against the denim hiding his thick length.

I shiver, releasing a small puff of air as I gape at him, eyes wide.

“I’ve missed you too,” I admit, tensing as his hands move beneath the hem of my dress before I quickly melt further into him. “Aren’t we supposed to be leaving?” I ask, and he winks.

“We will, but it’s not very often I get you all to myself,” he murmurs, running his fingers over my panties, and his eyes widen a fraction when he feels the damp spot already forming.

“I love how responsive you are,” he adds, making my cheeks burn even more, but I relish in the fact that he likes it.

Emboldened by the moment, I lean in closer, pressing my lips to his ear before I speak. “Why don’t you move my panties aside and feel how wet I really am for you?”

I have to bite back a groan, excitement pooling in my center at the mere idea of it, but it becomes impossible to refrain when he snarls, his chest rumbling as he speaks. “You’re going to bring me to my knees, Amica Mea,” he states, making me gulp as my body tingles with anticipation.

My lips part, ready to tease him as he seems to hesitate, but we’re suddenly moving. We don’t go far, but the speed is faster than I’m used to before he lowers me. Relaxing my hold around his neck, I drop my arms at the same time he places me on the kitchen table and blink up at him, jaw slack.

This is the complete opposite of what I wanted, and I’m about to tell him that when he stands between my spread thighs and flips the hem of my skirt up, revealing the pretty white lace beneath.

“So fucking beautiful,” he breathes, teasing his finger over my panties once again, but as I grind my hips up, desperately searching for more, he curls his finger beneath the material, making me pause as he snags at the fabric, revealing my needy core.

“Blaze,” I gasp, eyes locked on his as I plant my hands on the table, his fingers exploring my center as the tension ripples between us.

“I didn’t think I would ever get to taste you again,” he states, dropping his gaze to where his touch holds me captive.

Without warning, he plunges two fingers deep inside of me.

A moan escapes my lips as my head falls back and my eyelids threaten to close, but he grabs my chin, forcing my attention back to him as he swirls his fingers in my pussy.

“Your desire is my lifeline, even more than your blood, Amica Mea. Don’t ever take it away from me again. ”

My lips part, a response frozen on my tongue as he fucks me with his fingers. He doesn’t relent, driving his message home, and I’m more than willing to accept it as my muscles tighten, coiling with a frenzied need for the release he’s dangling in front of me.

“Blaze,” I chant, his name a whispered prayer on my tongue, and he grins as he reaches for the neckline of my dress, swiping a finger beneath the material to tuck it beneath the swell of my breasts, revealing the fact that I didn’t put anything on underneath.

“Look at your pretty pink nipples, Amica Mea. They’re as desperate for me as I am for you,” he whispers before leaning forward to capture one in his mouth.

I groan, melting into the swirl of his tongue around my taut peak as he increases his pace, working me with precision as a tingle rushes through my limbs.

My hands curl around the edge of the table as I grind my hips in time with his movement.

I’m close, so damn close, when he sinks his teeth into my flesh, biting at my pebbled peak, and the climax claims me.

Wave after wave rushes through me as I find my release, and he rides every drop of it with me, taking everything I have until I’m spent.

Looking at him through hooded eyes, I watch as he releases my nipple and retracts his fingers from my core to bring them to his lips, offering me a show as he laps at my juices coating his hand.

Holy crap.

My cheeks burn bright, but I continue to watch, enraptured as he yanks at the button on his jeans to reveal his thick cock jutting in my direction.

There are no boxer shorts obscuring my view, just him. All of him.

“I want you, Blaze,” I breathe, my pussy clenching with excitement as the corner of his mouth turns up.

He wraps his hand around his length, taking long, tight strokes as he rakes his teeth over his bottom lip. “Do you want my cock, Devoted?” I tremble as I nod. “Let me hear you say it,” he pushes, swiping his thumb over the tip, and I spy the glistening of precum against his skin.

Damn.

Rubbing my lips together, I fail to take a deep breath that actually works before I speak.

“I want your cock, Blaze.” I tear my gaze from his dick to his face just in time to see his eyes darken.

“I want it right now.” I didn’t think it was possible, but they widen further, flaring with desire.

“Please,” I add for good measure, pouty lips and all, and it’s the word that breaks his bravado, kicking him into action.

I squeal as he releases his cock, only to immediately grab my hips, flipping me over without pause before bringing my feet to the ground. I don’t get a second to catch my breath before he splays his palm between my shoulder blades, encouraging me to lean forward, and I go willingly.

Bent over the dining table, my palms flat against the wood, I shiver as he teases his cock at my entrance.

“Are you slick for me, Amica Mea?” he rasps, grinding his cock through my folds, and I moan, attempting to nod in agreement, but I’m too lost in his touch to be sure so I opt to use my words instead.

“You know I am, you can feel how wet I am,” I say, anticipation bundling through my body as he teases his cock at my entrance only to swipe through my folds again.

“Wet for me?”

I sink my teeth into my bottom lip. Even in my orgasm-induced brain fog, I can see that he likes it when I talk dirty to him. A shiver runs down my spine at the acknowledgement, empowering me. Glancing over my shoulder, I settle my eyes on his. “I’m always wet for you, Blaze.”

His tongue peeks out, sweeping across his lip as his hands tighten at my waist. I can’t wait to see the bruises there tomorrow.

“Yeah?” he asks huskily, and I smirk.

“Fuck me, Blaze. Now.”

It’s the final trigger he needs before he thrusts inside of me with unexpected ferocity. I gasp as he fills me, stretching me oh-so-perfectly as my cries of pleasure echo around the room.

His left hand tightens at my waist as his right hand moves, traveling up my spine so he can wrap my hair around his fist. With the slight tug, and the fact that I’m wedged between him and the kitchen table, I’m completely at his mercy, and it’s addicting.

My breasts sway with every thrust, each one more reckless and desperate than the last, until we’re a euphoric jumble of limbs seeking release.

The second orgasm that takes over my body comes out of nowhere.

There’s no rise, no build up, no sweet flickers across my skin, just pure, obliterating ecstasy that leaves me spasming around his cock for what feels like an eternity.

“That’s it, Amica Mea. Paint my dick with your cum,” he snarls, tilting my hips higher as he pounds into me. I feel the swelling of his cock and brace for his release, but he pulls out at the last minute, showering my back with his climax.

It feels like it sizzles against my skin, my body hotter than ever as I collapse on the dining table. I don’t care that my ass is up in the air or that his release coats my skin, I can’t move.

My eyelids close as I bask in the post-orgasmic bliss, and I try to calm my breathing. I’m close to wiping out entirely when I feel a warm cloth ghost over my skin.

“Thank you,” I breathe, and he grunts.

“Don’t thank me. Not when I plan to leave some on your skin,” he states, and I pry my eyes open to peer over my shoulder at him.

I raise a brow in question, but he just shrugs.

“I want you to smell like me at this party. I want everyone to know you’re mine,” he states, and I bite back the smile that threatens to consume my face.

My lips part as I try to find something to say, when the slam of a door echoes in the distance. Panic floods my body and I quickly stand, straightening myself as Blaze tucks his cock away just in time for Ben to appear in the doorway.

“Oh,” he blurts, glancing between Blaze and me, and I want to hide away in embarrassment, but if he can sense what was just happening here, he doesn’t say a word as he wiggles his eyebrows.

“Polaris, you didn’t say you had a date too,” he states, making my cheeks heat, but before I can say a word, he turns his attention to Blaze, palm out in greeting.

“How’s it going, man?” Blaze asks, surprising me by speaking first, but I note the look in his eyes. Is it pain? Disappointment? Sadness? I’m not sure, but it’s not easy for him to lie to Ben right now, just like it’s not easy for me.

“All good, I’m Ben,” he answers as they clasp their hands together.

“Blaze.”

“Nice. Take care of our little miss here, will you? I have plans tonight, so I won’t be in your way,” he states, earning a nod from Blaze before glancing back at me.

“We’re going to rain check that coffee date for tomorrow, Polaris.

It seems like we’ve got a lot to talk about,” he says with a grin, and I shake my head at him as he exits the kitchen.

The sound of his feet pounding upstairs a moment later confirms we’re alone again.

I sag back against the dining table, turning my attention to Blaze, who is staring at me with his eyebrow raised in question.

“What?”

“A date?” he asks, and I roll my eyes.

“You’ve met Ben. A date isn’t really a date with him. Besides, he’s into Bianca,” I share, and he balks, making me clap a hand over my mouth to stifle a laugh.

“Of course he is,” he says with a sigh, and I hum in agreement.

He moves away from me, discarding the cloth I didn’t realize he had hidden behind his back. My cheeks threaten to heat again when I spot the cream-colored card sticking out of his pocket. Only this time, it’s hanging out enough for me to notice there’s a name etched onto it in black ink.

My name.

“What is that?” I ask, tension coiling my muscles tight, and not in the good way they had only moments ago.

He turns to me, a frown etched between his brows as he follows my line of sight, and it only deepens when he realizes what I’m referring to. He sighs, wiping a hand down his face as he pulls the card from his pocket.

“What I was distracting us from.”

“Distracting us?” I repeat, and as my gaze latches onto the writing once again, my heart stills, knowing exactly what he’s about to say before he even breathes a word.

“The Crow knows you’re here.”