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POLARIS

B est. Day. Ever.

It’s all I can think as we head inside the witch dorms.

“Do you want to come and watch a movie?” Bryony offers, and I shake my head. It’s been the best day, but now I'm exhausted. Like actually. Me. Who knew?

“No, go enjoy yourselves,” I insist, following them up the stairs.

“Are you sure?” Minnie asks with a frown. “We?—”

“I’ve been the third wheel long enough. I’m honestly exhausted,” I insist, cutting her off.

She doesn’t need to worry that I’m going to feel left out.

It’s not like I’m inviting them to my room while I…

never mind. I need to cut that train of thought now, otherwise I’ll end up restless and definitely won’t be able to sleep.

Minnie smiles at me, reaching out to squeeze my arm in comfort. “If you change your mind, you know where we are,” she insists, and I nod.

“Thank you, and thank you for an awesome day. It really was spectacular.”

They carry on up the stairs, and I detour to the bathroom. I feel gross. All the steps we took today have left me tired, but also sweaty, and I want to feel clean and refreshed when I slide between my sheets.

Thankfully, the girls’ bathroom is empty as I grab a towel from the shelf, but I still hang all of my items on the back of the stall door before I step under the spray and go through the motions.

I let the water beat down on my hair for what feels like an eternity, my movements getting more languid as time passes, but it’s a weird feeling, one I like.

I’m sure I should be more alert and stressed over what’s to come this week, but…

I feel content. Focusing on my hair, I shampoo and condition the ends before turning my attention to my body.

My skin feels even drier since it’s that time of the month, and I half regret not taking Bryony’s offer earlier.

She mentioned a spell that would stop the bleeding altogether, and I almost said yes, except, Blaze’s comment still lingers in my mind.

Drying myself off, I take a pinch of my sand and mutter under my lips, preening at the feel of my soft pajamas donning my arms and legs.

I decide to watch my spell work its magic on my hair, so I gather my belongings and move over to the vanity.

Satisfied, with my hair dried and braided down my back, I’m ready to get lost in my sheets.

It’s still surprisingly quiet when I head out into the hallway and make my way to my room. I half expected the wolf following us to make an appearance, since no one likes to let me be alone. It’s kind of nice to be in my own presence and be happy, though, so I bask in it.

Opening my bedroom door, I startle at the man waiting on my bed. Sprawled across the sheets, back against the headboard with his hands laced behind his head, he looks ridiculously hot.

My mouth instantly runs dry. I clear my throat as I close the door and cross the room, placing my belongings by the desk before giving him my full attention.

“You scared me,” I murmur, tilting my head at him, but he doesn’t say a word.

He simply stares at me, making me shuffle nervously from foot to foot.

When it’s clear he’s really not going to say anything, I sigh.

“Okay then. This is great. The last time I saw you, your dick was in my mouth and now you don’t care to speak to me, I?—”

“Amica Mea, you’ve been keeping something from me today. I’m deciding if I should punish you or not,” he states, cutting off my rambling, and I gape at him.

“Punish me?” I repeat, and he shrugs. “That feels unfair,” I mumble, and he cocks a brow at me.

“So is something you want being held out of reach,” he retorts, and my cheeks heat of their own accord. “Ah, so you do know what I’m referring to,” he muses, lust darkening his gaze as he looks me over from head to toe.

“Hmm,” I breathe, lacing my fingers together in front of me, unsure what I should say.

“Playing cute suits you,” he states, making my blush deepen as I shake my head.

“You’re insane.”

“Only for you,” he replies quickly before twisting his body to face me, legs over the side of the bed as he crooks a finger at me. “Come here.”

“I’m good,” I breathe nervously, and he grins, raising an eyebrow in question.

“Really?” I shrug, nerves getting the better of me, and he rolls his eyes.

“Are you worried I’m going to see the wolf’s bite mark?

” he asks, and my eyes widen in surprise.

My jaw falls slack, but I can’t find the words to speak.

“Do I look mad?” I shake my head, a slight tremble running through my body at the fact that he knows, but still remains impassive. “Then come here.”

My teeth sink into my bottom lip as I cut the distance between us, but the second I get close, he readjusts himself so he’s positioned in the center of the bed with the headboard behind him.

“On my lap,” he orders, and I gulp, my muscles tense as he pats his thighs.

I crawl up onto the bed slowly, and when I’m close enough, he grabs my waist, lifting me in the air before quickly dropping me into his lap, thighs splayed on either side of his. He keeps one hand at my waist while he brings the other to my chin, cupping my cheek as he looks deep into my eyes.

“Did you use magic?” I gulp, and he seems to take that as his answer because he groans, rolling his hips up against me so I can feel the bulge of his cock nestled between my thighs.

“Fuck, Amica Mea. You’re going to be the death of me,” he rasps, sweeping his tongue along his bottom lip as his eyes become hooded. “Show me.”

My heart thunders in my chest, the sound vibrating in every part of my body. Desire leaves me wanton, but I can’t pluck up the courage to do that.

“No,” I whisper, shaking my head ever so slightly.

“Why are you embarrassed?”

I’m startled by the genuine curiosity in his gaze. He’s unhinged. He has to be.

“Why are you not?” I retort, but I avoid his gaze, looking down at my lap as I question him, but he quickly nudges at my chin, bringing my gaze back to his.

“You’re forgetting I’m a vampire, remember?” His words are soft, his tone laced with desire, and I think I’m going to pass out from my body overheating.

“An insane one,” I rasp, and he grins wickedly.

“You’ve already said that.”

“I get the feeling you’re going to make me say it a lot.”

His smile grows. “I like the sound of that,” he murmurs, running his thumb over my crimson cheek. His brows pinch suddenly. “I feel like you have just accepted me.”

“Accepted you?”

He nods. “I thought you would put up more of a fight.”

I roll my eyes, but instantly begin to question myself internally. Should I have? Why didn’t I? But before my mind can spiral out of control, I cut it off, giving him a pointed look. “You would have enjoyed it too much if I had,” I state, and he smirks.

“That’s true.”

“Besides,” I add, running my fingertips over his t-shirt. “Have you considered that being bound changes something in me too?”

His jaw falls slack, his tongue glazing his bottom lip once again. “So fucking beautiful and so damn smart,” he rasps, grinding his cock between my thighs again. “Give me permission and I’ll go look for myself.”

I frown in confusion, but quickly catch up when he trails his hands over my thighs.

Fuck.

I think my cheeks are literally on fire, but despite the wariness, I’ve been intrigued all day.

I nod, but he immediately shakes his head.

“Say it.”

I clear my throat, but it does nothing to dislodge the lump that has formed. Even still, I want it enough to croak around it. “You have permission.”

His fingers trail under the leg of my shorts, instantly finding the apex of my thighs, and I clench, my spine stiffening as goosebumps prickle over my face.

“Eyes on me, Amica Mea,” he groans as he teases the edge of my panties, and I almost fall forward.

Catching myself with my hands planted firmly on his shoulders, I lift my gaze from my lap to find his eyes darker than ever.

“I want to watch you fall apart as I take what’s mine,” he rasps, his voice rich with the remnants of woodsmoke and gravel.

My pulse rings in my ears as he teases the tip of his finger over my clit, drawing perfect little circles before he slips down to where we both want him to be the most. I tense as he finds my entrance, nerves getting the better of me, but he doesn’t slip deep into my center.

Instead, he teases me, drawing more light circles.

“Fuck,” he grunts, eyes narrowed to slits as his chest falls in short, sharp gasps.

His other hand flexes at my waist and I’m certain there will be fingerprint bruises in his wake when we’re done. I wonder which of us will be more proud?

My thoughts are obliterated a moment later as he slowly thrusts one finger into my sensitive core, and I shiver, the movement easing the tension bunching my muscles together.

A soft moan parts my lips and the corner of his mouth curls in triumph.

“You’re going to ride my fingers now, Amica Mea,” he states, no question in sight, just an order.

He adds a second finger to the mix and I know the smooth entrance isn’t just because of how wet he makes me, but the reason he wants me in this moment too.

My blood.

I lift up onto my knees a little more, offering him better access, and he uses it to his advantage, shifting his hand into the perfect position before I take the metaphorical reins he offers me and sink down onto his fingers.

“Fuck.”

We both groan, our breaths mingling together as the embarrassment dissolves and desire takes full control.

Watching him react to me is addicting. They way his jaw ticks, the darkness in his eyes, the rasp to his groans, it’s intoxicating. I want to dance for him, perform on his fingers, make him watch me like I watch him.

“Grind against my palm, Polaris. Paint my fingers with your blood,” he grinds out, but this time it isn’t an order, it’s a plea.

A plea for me.

Holy crap.

Desperate, I do as he says, grinding against his palm like my life depends on it. The intensity of his stare only makes it hotter, and like a puppet on his string, I fall apart, climaxing with a whimper as my pussy pulses around his fingers.

Everything feels extra sensitive as he wrings my body out. I’m ready to collapse in his arms, but the look in his eyes, the sparkle right at the corner, promises more.

Another shiver runs down my spine as he retreats, the loss of his fingers at my core enough to make me pout, but my jaw quickly falls slack as he holds up his hand between us.

Crimson streaks run down his fingers, a sight that should embarrass the hell out me, but watching the desire on his face leaves me speechless.

With his eyes locked on mine, he runs his tongue over one finger, then another, making a show of licking my release and blood. With every swipe of his tongue, a snarl parts his lips, again and again, until his hand almost shows no trace of me.

My teeth sink into my lip, a part of me desperate to stain him repeatedly as I claim him right back. My thoughts must flash across my face because a moment later, I’m launched off his lap and swiftly maneuvered to my hands and knees.

The sound of my pajamas ripping echoes around the room as he turns feral.

I arch my ass in the air, gripping the sheets, desperate as I drop my face into the pillows, attempting to smother my cries as he slams his cock into my center.

Fuck.

His hold on my hips is deadly, his cock punishing as he chants his nickname for me over and over.

He’s deep, so fucking deep, drenching his cock in my blood, and I cry out with pleasure. Desperate for more, I meet every thrust with my own, and he leans over me, removing his hands from my hips to place one on my shoulder and the other on the head board.

“Blaze! Fuck, Blaze,” I scream, my body alight as he fucks me into the mattress. My knees give out, his movements becoming more jagged, but the power behind each thrust grows stronger.

A bang echoes around the room and I gasp, almost feeling as though I’m moving, but it doesn’t truly register as another climax hits, washing over me, leaving me spent and splayed on my bed.

“Fuck, Amica Mea. I’m going to come,” he gasps, and his cock pulses inside of me a moment later, filling me with his release, but it’s the knowledge that his cock will be stained with a part of me that leaves me truly satisfied.

He collapses on top of me, our limbs tangled as sweat beads between us.

I feel like I’m floating for an eternity before he whispers kisses over my shoulder.

“I think we broke your bed,” he murmurs against my ear, pulling me from the afterglow, and I blink up at him, unable to move to see the mess he’s referring to.

I simply shrug, closing my eyes as I let the feeling of contentment grow. “Don’t worry. That’s what magic is for.”