Page 89 of Savage Desire

Wylder snickers, but there’s no humor in his tone. “You’re having a tantrum. Do you want your pacifier or would you rather suck on your own dick?” he goads, and I rise from the desk in a flash.

“Fuck you.”

He shakes his head at me like I’m boring him. “I’ve already fucked my girl today, I’m good.”

“Wylder,” I warn, and he waves me off.

“It’s almost funny when you’re floundering,” he teases, and my eye starts to twitch as I fight to rein in my mood.

“I’m not floundering,” I bite out, and Asher sighs, clasping his hands on his knees as he gives me a pointed look.

“Are you going to get over yourself or not?” If I thought anyone might be on my side with this, it was him, but it seems he’s turned to thinking more with his dick like the other two.

“We can’t mix business with pleasure,” I declare, earning a confused look from each of them.

“And what business is that?” Tatum asks, scrubbing the back of his neck nervously, and I shrug, leaning back against the desk now that I hopefully have their full attention.

“The Crow’s offer.” My words hang in the air like an anvil, crashing over us and plunging us into unknown territory.

“You’re going to accept?” Wylder asks, glancing between Asher and I, but it’s Asher who nods.

“If we want the chalice.”

“And we think it can help with the curse?” Tatum clarifies, his face tight, but the hint of hope in his eyes is bright and it cuts through me.

“We either succeed with it or learn from their mistakes,” I offer, and the three of them nod in agreement.

We made a promise, not just to Tatum, but to each other. Ending the curse has to be possible, because all magic has a loophole and this will be no different, we just haven’t managed to find it yet. It’s both a blessing and a curse that The Crow knows what we desire. He can use it against us as he does so often, but he can also bring things to our attention. Because the reality is, the curse affects all of us.

For sure The Crow already passed his test of the blood kin curse, as have many of his men, but the allure of having more people to prey on if the curse is broken is more than appealing to him.

“And that somehow involves Polaris,” Tatum mutters, and I nod.

He mentioned it a little while ago, the need for an extra person—someone not in our world that we can trust, and the flash of understanding is clear in his eyes as I say it out loud.

“It does because we need a witch.”

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POLARIS

The ache still lingers between my thighs, yet I wake up feeling amazing. I slept well despite the danger I know awaits me and for once, the bags under my eyes don’t look as heavy. Maybe I need to be fucked nightly to help with the sleep.

I grin to myself all the way down to the bathroom and back, ready to face the day once I’m in my room again.

Nervously nibbling on my bottom lip, I grab my grimoire from the nightstand and spread it out on my bed. I bookmarked the spells I wanted last night before I fell asleep among the pages, but now, as I look down at them, nerves threaten to get the better of me.

Trying to shake the worry away, I wring my hands out as I take a deep breath, followed in quick succession by two more. “Get on with it, Polaris,” I mutter out loud to myself, exhaling slowly before I turn to the armoire.

I open the door to reveal the mirror, instinctively shying away from my reflection, and it quickly turns me back to the grimoire.

Grabbing a pinch of sand, I read the spell, saying the word in my head first before I repeat it out loud.

“Vestis.”

I envision the clothes from the armoire that I want to wear, closing my eyes for good measure, and the air shifts around me. Fabric drapes over my body and a few moments later, the atmosphere calms and I pry my eyes open.

A grin spreads across my face when I see the loose jeans and fitted shirt on my body. I step into my sneakers, noting to try for those too next time. Excitement gets the better of me and I spin back to my grimoire, grabbing another pinch of sand as I flick the page.

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