Page 67 of Savage Desire

Thankfully, the sound is eaten up by the cheers that vibrate through the room as Wylder completely knocks out his opponent, leaving him sprawled across the mat. The bell rings, signaling him the winner as Asher brushes his lips against my neck.

My skin tingles, wondering whether Wylder will jump from the ring like last time, only instead of carting me off, maybe… sharing me with the man completely consuming me right now,but I don’t get to find out as Asher whispers against my ear again.

“My restraint is gone now, Polaris.”

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POLARIS

The room flies past me in a blur, only coming to a slight stop when we reach the security men standing at the bottom of the VIP staircase. The rope is dropped before we even reach them, a simple nod aimed Asher’s way as we pass, then we’re climbing the stairs two at a time.

I scramble to keep up with him, his hold on my hand deathly tight and his strides measured.

As we reach the top, I glance back at the stairs that could lead me back to safety, back to our friends and the celebration, but it’s taken away from me a moment later when Asher tugs on a rope, letting the velvet curtain draw over the entryway.

His hold on my hand is suddenly gone and he strides away from me as I stand frozen in place, watching his every move.

Not like a predator watching their prey.

No.

Far from it.

More like the prey watching their predator.

The music still thrums beneath my feet, but it’s quiet enough to at least hear myself think. Not that I can do much of that when I’m teetering on the edge, uncertainty and desire plaguing me.

From where I’m standing, I can just about see over the edge of the wrought-iron balcony to my right, and I have a clear visual of the entire VIP area; every seat, every table, every glass, every bottle. Except… there’s not a single other person up here.

Just Asher and me.

Fuck.

As if sensing my acknowledgment of our isolation from everyone else, he glances back over his shoulder with his hands braced on the bar area at the opposite end of the room.

Even from this distance I can see the storm warring in his eyes, and I’m somehow centered in it.

Rocking back on my heels, I clear my throat. “Asher?”

He grunts.Fuckinggrunts, and why is it so feral yet… delectable?

It makes my thighs clench, my skin tingle, and my breath fall even more labored.

I’ve been in the presence of this man plenty of times since arriving at Trinity Falls Academy, but truly capturing his attention like this is something else entirely.

His hands ball into fists on the bar top, his knuckles growing as white as his hair, and I gulp.

Again.

I lace my fingers in front of me as my head dips forward, shying away from his intense gaze, and the vibrations of his footsteps approaching come seconds later. His fingertip slips under my chin, forcing my head back so my gaze finds his. The swirl of his blue and green marbled eyes is even more exquisite this close, even if they are fired by what looks like irritation.

Slowly, his hand drops from my chin, but his fingers linger around my face as he curls my hair behind my ears, refusing to leave a strand behind. The touch is delicate, the air is thick.

“The next time you hide behind your hair, I’m going to curl it around my fist and pull it back off your face.”

Hot damn.

My mouth dries as his words stall my thundering heart, and all I can do is gape at him. As if testing his words, he inches closer, running his hand over my shoulder and down my back to toy with the ends of my hair.

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