Page 81 of Savage Hope

Only when the feelings subside inside of me does he retreat from my body, and I immediately feel the loss, another whimper tumbling from my mouth as he falls back on his ass, eyes still fixed on me.

Holy crap.

“Little Witch,” he rasps, shaking his head in disbelief, and I follow the movement with my own head, wholly enraptured by him.

I need to do something, anything, to have more of him. Before I can change my mind, I sink to my knees, peering at him with hungry eyes. “I can…” My gaze falls to the outline of his cock I can see through his shorts, and he scoffs.

“No, you fucking can’t.”

My body stiffens with embarrassment as I try to return to my feet, but his fingers wrap around my wrist before I get anywhere.

“It’s bad enough your first climax is in a place like this, Polaris. You’re not dirtying your knees in here. Next time, though. There will be no question. Besides, my adrenaline won’t be fueling me, and it will be…better,” he explains, making me gulp as I fixate on one part.

“Next time?”

“Yeah, next time.” He rises to his feet, bringing me along with him, when a knock comes from the locker room door, reminding me exactly where we are. “I’m surprised the cavalry waited this long,” he states, scrubbing a hand over his head as he looks fromme to the door and back again. “Ready to party?” he asks, and I scoff at him, but the look on his face is way too genuine.

“Wait, I can barely walk, and you want me to party?” I ask, and he nods, a smirk stretching across his lips as he leans down to grab something off the floor. I groan in horror when I realize it’s my torn panties in his hand. He stuffs them in his pocket before I can grab them from him, leaving me to gape at him in disbelief. “I can’t party without any panties,” I grumble, trying to tug my hand from his, but his hold only grows tighter.

“Little Witch, I’m only just getting started with you. Partying with no panties is just the first step we’re taking. My dick is going to be hard all night long, knowing there’s nothing beneath your skirt. Besides, what do you have to lose? We might all be dead soon.”

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POLARIS

My cheeks heat the moment we exit the locker room, but there's no one waiting like I expect. I feel tingles zing up and down my spine, every inch of me on edge, ready to combust as if someone’s waiting to scream and point in my direction, singing truths about my first orgasm.

First freaking orgasm.

I climaxed.

No failed attempt at my own hands like the few times I’d tried before.

No.

This was all him.

Allhim, and now there’s a fire burning deep in my core that has never existed before.

If Wylder notices I’m falling apart, he doesn’t say a single word as he tugs me down the short, narrow corridor to where the looming spectators await.

Instead of someone standing with an accusing finger aimed my way, our audience comes in the form of a packed-out space ready to greet us as we re-enter the room where the fight took place. Only now, the ring is gone, the lights are dim, and the music is vibrating through the floor. Bodies are everywhere, butthe second Wylder makes an appearance, it’s as if every set of eyes turns our way.

Another round of applause echoes around the room as we're bombarded by people congratulating him. I try to slip my hand from his and put as much distance between us as possible so I can slink into the background, but it’s impossible when his hold tightens. He pins me to his side as he tries to make his way through the mass of people. I try to keep my head down, avoiding the attention as best as possible, but I still manage to spy a few familiar faces dispersed throughout the crowd.

The desire to lift my head is intense, but I tilt my face to the left, avoiding the vampires to see a flash of familiar brown-swept hair and wide blue eyes as he lifts his hand, stopping us in our tracks. Instead of looking at his friend as I expected, his eyes bore into mine.

“Midnight.”

One word from his lips and my cheeks burn at the acknowledgment, and I shake my head, desperate to put an end to this now.

“Polaris,” I murmur, my name barely audible over the music thumping through the room.

His eyebrows gather. “What?”

Clearing my throat, I muster whatever strength I have. “My name is Polaris.” I’m louder this time, refusing to continue with this charade that Wylder instigated. He might have brought me to the peak of my desired sensations, but no more lying, even if it’s just pretending.

Lincoln tilts his head to the side, staring deeper at me like he's waiting for something to pop up as some form of an explanation before he shakes his head. “Polaris, as in silver-haired witch, Polaris?”

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