Page 30 of Savage Sacrifice (The Savage Six #4)

Before I have a chance to question how irresponsible it is of me to be thinking with my pussy when my world is holding on by a thread, I’m flat on my back, thighs splayed and a wolf between them. I wrap my arms around his neck, gaze focused on his lips as his tongue peeks out.

Damn.

I reach up, cupping his cheek as he brushes the hair off my face.

“Or maybe we should count sheep instead,” he offers, and I glare at him, nostrils flaring as I instinctively arch my back, grinding my core up against his thick cock that weighs heavily a fraction of an inch away from where I want him—where I need him.

“Don’t offer me my favorite kind of nightcap and then threaten to take it away,” I mutter, and he smirks.

“I wasn’t threatening, I was just double-checking,” he replies before focusing his attention on the sensitive spot between my neck and my shoulder.

My back arches of its own accord this time, exposing more of my throat to him as he runs his lips over my skin again and again. Goosebumps rise in his wake as I breathe his name.

“Tatum.”

I don’t know what I need apart from the resounding truth that it’s him. I need him to consume me more than I need my next breath.

“So beautiful, Polaris,” he rasps, lips dragging over my skin, and I groan. My fingers dig deeper into his shoulders as I cling to him.

His hands find my waist and the delicate glide of his thumb across my skin has another moan parting my lips, but he swallows this one as he crushes his mouth to mine. Every inch he moves higher, his fingers ghosting beneath the oversized tee, has my breath lodging tightly in my throat.

My eyes roll to the back of my head as I pull him closer, giving him better access to roll up my tee, and I shiver as my nipples pebble the moment they’re exposed.

My breath is ragged no matter how much I try to calm myself down, but the second I even attempt to pry my eyes open, his lips wrap around one taut peak as he teases the other with the pad of his thumb.

My eyelids slam closed once again, euphoria coloring the back of them as my body grinds up, desperate to feel him everywhere.

His touch is light, gentle, almost delicate, and it sends need coursing through my veins. He inches lower, trailing kisses between the valley of my breasts before whispering them over my stomach.

I need to see him, I need to watch, I need to know this is real.

Forcing myself up onto my elbows, I peer down the length of my body to find his eyes fixed on mine. Ready. Waiting. A salacious grin spreads across his face as he swipes his tongue around my belly button, sending another shiver rippling through my limbs as he draws closer to my core.

I can feel his body heat over my needy center, but even when his tongue meets the waistband of my panties, he remains slow and languid, teasing me with his body.

“Tatum.”

It’s a plea this time, and he knows it.

Without a word, he inches lower, grazing his lips over my lace panties before raking his teeth over my pussy, making my hands fist the sheets at my sides.

My sensitive nub threatens to detonate with every touch, sending fireworks through my veins.

I’m moving before I realize it, tugging at the hair tie that holds his hair in a messy bun at the back of his head, and I watch in delight as it unravels, cascading over his shoulders and across my thighs while his eyes remain on mine.

Damn.

Balancing on one arm, I run my free hand through his hair before curling my fingers into the ends just in time for him to snap my panties, discarding them without care as he turns his attention to my core.

There’s no second to catch my breath, to prepare, to process the desire that’s about to course through my body.

No.

He’s a man starved, feasting on my pussy like it’s the only thing keeping him alive.

I tug on his hair as my limbs work overtime, grinding up to meet every lap of his tongue. I give up trying to keep my balance, falling flat on the bed so I can press my feet into the mattress to ride his face from whatever angle I can get friction.

“That’s it, Polaris. Fuck my face.”

His husky voice is like a command from the heavens, my body responding without pause as he thrusts two fingers into my core.

My cries grow louder, his name a chant on my lips as I hold on.

I have no control. Need and desire thrum through my body, controlling every move. He stretches me perfectly, swirling his fingers in my core to the point of no return.

“Tatum!”

My orgasm rips through my body, wave after wave crashing into me relentlessly as he laps at my release.

Prying my eyes open as it subsides, I find my knuckles white, grasped in his hair, and I quickly ease my hold as the final shudder of my climax threads through me.

“So fucking beautiful, Polaris,” he repeats, the words muttered in awe, and if my cheeks weren’t already pink from my release, they most certainly are now.

There’s a glint in his eyes, one I’ve seen before, but never on his face. It’s something I know I’ve felt.

Hope.

Purpose.

Contentment.

Three words I truly never believed I would understand the meaning of, never mind the feeling behind them. Yet here I am, not only experiencing them, but noticing them in others.

I drop my hand to cup his face, running my thumb across his cheek, and he tilts his head ever so slightly, leaning into the touch.

“Fuck me.” The words slip from my mouth without warning, but I mean it. I need more of him. I need all of him.

He smirks at me, shaking his head slightly.

“I’m not fucking you, Polaris. Not after everything that’s happened,” he murmurs, and I frown, confusion clouding my vision as his fingers slip from my core and he climbs up the length of my body so we’re face to face.

“Tatum?” I search his eyes, uncertainty weighing heavily on me, but there’s no sadness or withdrawal in his gaze. If anything, the gleam I spotted only shines brighter.

He strokes a finger over my face, brushing the tendrils of hair back as he looks deep into my eyes. “I’m going to make love to you,” he breathes, the corner of his mouth tipping up in delight as he balances on one elbow, using his free hand to lower the waistband of his boxer shorts.

I’m still gaping at him in surprise when the head of his cock presses against my entrance. Wrapping my arms around his neck, I hold on for dear life as he slowly enters my core, inch by delicious inch.

He takes his time, watching every flicker that crosses my features. It’s only when he’s fully seated inside of me that he exhales, resting his forehead against mine as his eyes fall to half-mast.

“You feel like Heaven,” he whispers, and I hum in agreement, unable to speak as his stare pierces mine. “Like home,” he adds, the words even quieter, like they’re a secret, even to him.

He shifts his elbows, resting them on either side of my face as he keeps us eye level with one another. Every flex of his hips has my legs binding tighter around his middle, desperate for more, but he doesn’t speed up. His entire intent and purpose are to draw this out.

“What I did tonight may have benefited Blaze the most, but I didn’t do it for him,” he breathes, his pace unwavering, but the strength behind his thrusts grows firmer and stronger, leaving me breathless as I blink up at him. “It was for you,” he states, confirming what I knew all along.

“Tatum.”

He grins at his name on my lips, flexing his hips a few times before he speaks again.

“The coin may signify that I did something I never thought I would do, but it doesn’t compare to what I know in my heart, soul, and mind.

” I rake my teeth over my bottom lip, my face heating under his intensity as the tendrils of another orgasm flash through my veins, ready to claim me once again.

“What do you know?” I push, desperate to know, to understand, and he rests his forehead against mine again, his thrusts lethal as he slams into me with power that echoes in my bones.

“Polaris,” he bites, his muscles straining as he makes love to me, claiming my every breath as he speaks. “I’d burn the world for you. I’ll do whatever it takes to keep you at my side. Now. Forever. Always.”

I combust at his last thrust, my world shattering at his hands as he speaks his truth while vowing me the world.

Falling apart isn’t a choice, it’s my destiny. And as I feel him pulse inside of me, I know it’s our fate to face the world together.

Now. Forever. Always.