Page 77 of Savage Desire

I shake my head. “I don’t know. I thought we were safe. I thought he didn’t see her. I thought?—”

“You thought wrong, Ash.”

His words are like a blade to the heart, confirming the mess I’m drowning in. I should have known my uncle would taint everything and anything that offers me even a glimpse of happiness.

Thankfully, a brief moment of raw desire with Polaris is enough to last me a lifetime. It’s a pity I want more of it. Only… that’s not going to happen now.

Fuck.

I need to think.

Scrubbing a hand through my hair, a low growl rumbles from deep in my chest, my wolf feeling the same intense agitation, which only serves to heighten everything I’m feeling.

Lincoln hollers my name as I follow the same path Polaris took, but I ignore him. For the second time in just a handful of minutes, the front door vibrates with an unnecessary slam as I hurry out into the morning sun.

I barely feel it against my skin before I succumb to the burning desire deep in my bones, and a second later I’m taking off through the trees in my wolf form.

I run.

Hard. Fast.

Time passes, but at what speed I have no clue. All I know is the pain and panic that threatens to claim me for all of eternity, and the one question that swirls around and around in my mind, consuming me, digging deeper with each passing minute.

I brought the trouble to Polaris. I put her in the spotlight of the man I despise most. Walking away now will only leave her at his mercy.

So what am I going to do about it?

Sweat clingsto every inch of me by the time I’m done, the lack of clothing as I shift back into my human form is irrelevant as I lie on the wood chips by the rear entrance of the wolf dorms. My chest heaves, just as it did when I first left, but now it’s labored for an entirely different reason.

My mind is set, focused. I swayed off track for a bit there, but I know my next move. The one after is still uncertain, but it’s all about one step at a time right now. Otherwise, I risk my world crumbling.

Staring up at the sun, I take two more deep breaths before I sigh, standing with a groan. Nothing beats shifting into my wolf, but the ache in my bones is undeniable.

I saunter inside, each stride gaining more confidence as I take the stairs two at a time and all but fall into the shower. The water starts cold, chilling me to the brink of ice, and I relish in it before basking in the hiss as the heat changes, rising as I finally let my thoughts linked to my uncle shut down for a minute.

Instead, a flash of silver plays across the back of my eyelids.

I try to imagine what it would look like wet, under the spray of my shower right now, and a shiver ripples through my bones, stiffening my cock. I squeeze my fingers around my length, a grunt ripping from my lips as I give in to the idea of her one last time.

Mere weeks ago, I was living a quiet life, unaware that she even existed. Even days ago, I could tell you she was stunning, a total fucking vision, and I was content with that, but after last night… after touching her, tasting her, fucking her… fuck, how do people come back from that?

I’ve fucked plenty of pussy, but none as sweet as hers.

God, her scent alone… I tug at my cock, attempting to ease the tension that fills my body, but I’m a fool if I thought it would do anything other than make me need more. I don’t think, I just take it.

Remembering the way her hair wrapped around my fist perfectly, the way her back arched, her moans filled the air.

Fuck.

My limbs lock, the wave of ecstasy unavoidable as I come, spraying the tiled wall with my release as the water continues to beat down on me. I rake every drop out, thinking of her with every sigh before I have the gruelling job of washing it all away.

Going through the motions of washing my body and hair, I turn off the shower a few minutes later, wrapping a towel around my waist as I step into the hallway to head back to my room. Thankfully, it’s still quiet. The wolves will either be sleeping or out for the day, and as soon as I’m ready, I’m going to head out myself. There are conversations that need to be had.

Heat still clings to me, so I rifle through my drawers for a pair of black shorts and a fitted black tee. Sweeping my hair to the side, I quickly put on my socks and sneakers before reaching for my cell phone.

Asher: Has anyone seen Polaris?

My message pings in the group chat and the familiar green ticks light up a moment later, confirming everyone’s seen it, but it takes a few minutes for anyone to respond.

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