Page 79 of Savage Hope

Fuck.

My name on her tongue is a sin.

I infiltrate her space until we’re chest to chest again, our breaths mingling between us as we drown in one another.

“I’ve got you, Polaris,” I murmur, watching her brows gather in confusion.

“Got me how?”

“Lincoln doesn’t do virgins, but I can help with that.”

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POLARIS

“You want to…take my virginity so…your friend will fuck me too?” I rasp, blinking up at him in confusion.

I have no idea what’s going on, but I’m caught under his spell, making it impossible to tear myself away even as he says something as crazy as that.

He rakes his teeth over his bottom lip, looking down at me with desire burning bright in his eyes. If he comes any closer, our lips will collide; they’re only an inch away, and I can’t deny how much I want to feel him press them against mine.

Watching him fight? Hot damn.

Watching him prowl through the crowd? Evenhotterdamn.

Watching him stomp away from his cheering audience with me in tow…scorching.

I was mesmerized watching him dominate in the ring so effortlessly. Hearing people cheer his name made my thighs clench, and seeing the sheer force behind his punches left me speechless. In combat class the other day, he could have snapped me in half and tossed me in the trash without a single stutter to his breath, yet he let me drop him to the floor in front of the professor. Hetaughtme instead of treating me to the same outcome as his opponent.

Silently, I thank whoever is watching over me that he believes in teaching skills instead of demonstrating them. There’s power in showing someone instead of raining dominance down upon them. Especially since I’m a powerless witch and he’s…all wolf.

“I bet you make the prettiest circle with your lips when your whimpers fall from your mouth,” he muses, pulling me from my thoughts. The blush on my cheeks grows more intense, burning like crazy as my blood pressure rises, leaving my entire body thrumming with every beat of my heart. “It’s that blush, Little Witch. It makes you glow. I wonder if it would creep down your neck if I explore,” he rasps, making me gulp as I remain still, with my back plastered against the wall and my palms flat against his chest.

He leans in closer, his lips ghosting over mine as he speaks. “I bet you taste sweet here too,” he states, shifting his hands at my waist to press his thumbs against the apex of my thighs, and I gasp, the sound throatier than any noise I’ve ever made before. “Fuck, Little Witch. I know I’m right, but what I want to know is, has anyone ever found out?”

My eyelids fall closed as I dip my chin and shake my head. I’m not scared to tell him the truth; I’m just embarrassed at…I don’t know. I never cared about my lack of experience until I got here. At Florentine’s, I really didn’t care. There was no way in hell I was letting somebody touch me out in the open with the professors watching. But here…there’s privacy at every turn, opportunities to explore, and…men. Real men.

“Don’t hide now, Polaris. Not unless you want this to stop,” he mumbles against my cheek as he lifts one hand from my waist to tilt my chin up.

I sink my teeth into my bottom lip, nerves getting the better of me as I war with myself. I don’t want it to stop, but I can’t bring myself to open my eyes.

“Look at me.” His command is soft, and before I can second guess myself, I pry my eyes open to find his swirling with a feral heat that only grows stronger by the second. “That’s it. Good girl. Now, tell me which lips you think I should taste first.”

His question hangs in the air like a guillotine, threatening to glide through me with unwavering strength as my cheeks burn brighter than ever.

Before I can summon an answer, he falls to his knees at my feet, letting my hands drop to my sides as he runs his fingers over my bare thighs, looking up at me through his lashes. “And you wore a skirt. Is it just for me, Little Witch, or was it for someone else?”

I’m too focused on the goosebumps rising at his touch as he inches his fingertips under the hem of the skirt I borrowed from Bryony. My jaw moves as I try to talk, but it takes a few attempts before the soft words slip off my tongue.

“I wore it for me.”

A sinister grin spreads across his lips, his pupils blowing so wide I can barely tell the outline anymore.

“I like that answer. It suits you, Little Witch.”

I want to put a stop to this new nickname he keeps using, but there’s something about it that makes a burning sensation ripple in my chest.

“Now, give me confirmation, Polaris. I want a signal before I snap. Let me know if you want this, and I’ll make it happen, but don’t keep me waiting. I’ve waited long enough knowing you were watching me in the ring. You were a distraction out there, but in here, you’re my prize. You just have to say yes.”

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