Page 74 of Savage Desire

He rocks back on his heels, the only hint that he’s slightly excited by what he has to offer, and my emotions flip flop between curiosity and panic. Two warring emotions that always come with a visit from this man.

“I believe there’s something hidden alongside the artifact I want that may be of interest to you,” he states, making my lips purse as I give myself a moment to absorb his words without revealing too much of my intrigue.

“And what’s that?” I ask, tilting my head as I stare him down, and the grin that spreads across his face tells me he’s got me exactly where he wants me before he even speaks.

“The chalice used to create the blood kin curse.”

26

POLARIS

Sleep clings to me like a second skin, a feeling I’m not all that familiar with, and as I pry my eyes open, the sweet remnants of it dissolve. Light bathes over me from the window since the curtains aren’t drawn and it takes me a moment to consider why I wouldn’t have closed them.

The memories of last night flood me all at once, an intricate slideshow that plays in my mind.

Asher’s hand in mine.

The fight.

Asher’s hands on my body.

The win.

Asher’s words.

Theword.

Asher’s praise.

The climax.

Myfucking climax.

Everything was… fucking everything, until it wasn’t.

I still don’t know what the hell happened last night, but the second that man and his cronies flooded The Aurum everything went to shit. I was no longer entranced by Ashers words andtouches, and instead, draped in a fucking table cloth to hide the remnants of what we had been doing.

Was it all stupid?

Fuck, I made an embarrassment of myself.

To his credit, and my utter surprise, Lincoln didn’t say a word. If anything, he was… protective. The second Asher left the VIP area, Lincoln kicked into action. He gathered my scattered clothes and my purse before bundling me tighter under the tablecloth and escorting me downstairs.

I had the delight of witnessing one of the guys punching Asher in the face before Lincoln guided us through the same side door we used last time to get us the hell out of there. I didn’t want to leave Asher, it didn’t look safe, but I didn’t have a choice.

Waiting outside were Wylder, Tatum, Minnie, and Bryony. They each took one look at me before glancing at Bryony. A few mutters under her breath and a pinch of her sand later, I was dressed in what remained of my clothes.

At least I could make the journey back to the dorms looking a little less compromised.

No more time was wasted as Tatum led the way, leaving Wylder and Lincoln behind to wait for their friend. Thankfully, I managed to avoid any kind of conversation with my friends on the return home, darting straight for the shower when we made it back before I passed out on my bed the second my door clicked shut behind me.

Now, as I look up at the ceiling, I still can’t decide whether I regret any of it or not. My legs ache and my mind is still riding the tendrils of the orgasmic glow that followed the fun we had. Yet I already get the sense that it’s not going to make a difference in how today goes.

If Wylder fucks me, eats me, or finger fucks me, then he’s sweet afterward, showering me with attention and sweet kisses like I deserve joy and happiness. Tatum leaves an air of promise,a sweetness that makes my cheeks heat to unbearable levels. Yet when it’s Lincoln, everything goes to shit. He fucks me, then my world crumbles. If my guess is anything to go by, then Asher’s going to be the same. I’ll be two for two between the four of them. Half will bring me joy, the other half disaster.

I hope that’s not the case, but really I need to pull my head out of my ass and realize that it’s highly likely. Those men are wolves, and I’m a witch. I’ve been told time and time again that quadrants don’t mix, but I still find myself in their grasp.

If anyone is going to get hurt, anyone at all, it will be self-inflicted by metome. I’m screwed.

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