Page 37 of Savage Desire

The second her head bows, I retreat, slamming back inside of her with more force this time, and to my surprise, I feel her hips move, meeting me half-way.

Holy fuck.

“That’s it, Midnight. Take me. Take my fucking cock like a good girl. Paint me with your ecstasy, just like you stained mewith your blood,” I growl, curling one hand into her hair while the other bites into the flesh at her waist.

She whimpers and groans, rolling her hips in time with my thrusts, and I can’t help but envision her spread out on my bed, naked from head to toe with her tits swaying from the movement.

“Lincoln,” she pleads, her pussy wrapping like a vice around my cock as I thrust into her again and again and again.

We’re charging toward the cliff, barreling toward the edge without care as we chase the intoxication that intertwines us.

“I still hate you,” I snarl, my thrusts becoming harsher as I sense the tingling of my need burning at my spine. “I’m just fucking you out of my system,” I warn, my entire body alight with heat as I tug tighter at her hair.

“Good,” she snaps breathlessly before an almighty cry of euphoria parts her lips.

She jumps from the ledge and all I can do is dive after her. Wave after wave of pleasure crashes through me, every ripple from my cock causing another spasm of her pussy, and we’re locked in a riptide, swirling in ecstasy for what feels like an eternity.

Blinking my eyes open, my brows furrow as I try to recall when I closed them, but as the world comes back into view, disappointment with myself takes hold.

I gave in to my desire.

I gave in to her.

Fuck.

Unraveling my hand from her hair, I release my hold on her waist, slowly slipping from her core, staring down at the remnants of my orgasm that fills the condom.

A flash of a thought from my wolf chokes me, and before I can think better of it, I tuck myself in my pants and run.

I run, acutely aware of the foolishness of leaving her there in the woods alone, but the alternative… that’s the unthinkable. It shouldn’t be in my thoughts, but it’s there.

I don’t stop until I’m home, safely within the confines of the wolf dorms, condom still in hand as I hurry into the bathroom. Forgotten is the fact my pack will need me soon, that a run is necessary on the night of a full moon. Gone is any thought of responsibility as regret burns bright in my eyes as I stare at myself, but as each second ticks past, I’m acutely aware it’s not because I left without a word, but because I left without coming inside of her.

13

POLARIS

Stumbling through the woods, I tighten my arms around my waist, trying to hold back the swarm of emotions that threaten to rise to the surface.

He left.

He fucked me… and left. Without a word. Not a single one.

I can’t decide if that’s better or worse than the rage that came last time his dick was inside of me, but either way, it’s not proving well anytime he gets close.

My mind is scrambled, the fog impenetrable. The whiplash from Lincoln has reached its limit, and just as I predicted, I’m left hurting from the repercussions of his actions. It’s not physical. Well, the marks on my body are undeniably delicious, but the state of my mental health is another story altogether.

Left alone in the dark, the thought of rejoining the party is the worst idea I can come up with, but going back to the witches’ dorm feels even worse. So here I am, walking through the woods completely unprotected like a fool.

I don't want to think about it. I don't know what to make of him and our encounter.

As I try to straighten my thoughts before I head out into the open, I stumble over a few branches and protruding roots Inotice the music getting louder. A flash of students dancing to my right has me veering to the left. At least I know I’m still in the bubble of the wolf party, but I’m thankful there aren’t any onlookers to witness my walk of shame.

Tucking my chin back against my chest, I continue to wander in a daze. I have no idea where I’m going or what I’m trying to achieve, but a familiar sight pauses me in my tracks a little while later.

I run my hands over my upper arms, trying to remove the slight chill from my bones as I find myself right back at the starting perimeter. Not quite in the direct line of the party, though, but a little off to the side where the maze is nestled among the shrubs.

A pang of relief washes over me at the sight. It's my hiding spot, especially in broad daylight, but even now, cast under the shadows of night, it’s a beacon to my crumbling mentality. One that has my feet moving before I even realize it, heading deeper into the perfectly trimmed maze, I halt two steps over the center as eyes meet mine in the dark.

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