Page 8 of Savage Desire

I want to feel the ecstasy of release rush through my veins, but more than that, I want to see her with my own eyes first. Especially after last night. I’m not touching myself while thinking about her until I’ve had the pleasure of tasting her on my tongue again. The vow to myself is an instant regret by the time I’m dressed and barreling down the stairs two at a time.

Tatum and Lincoln are pretty much exactly where I left them, waiting for me without a word. The three of us step outside and the fresh air is like heaven against my skin. My wolf preens inside of me, appreciating the glow, but it still does nothing to calm the outline of my cock beneath my sweatpants.

There's no denying that my footsteps are a little quicker than normal today as we head over to the dining hall, eager to set eyes on my little witch. The second I step inside, it's not the wolf table I'm interested in, nor the group of vampires beside it. It's the witches’ table that immediately draws my attention, but the usual flash of silver hair that I've become accustomed to is nowhere to be seen. My steps slow, so slow that Lincoln and Tatum leave me in their wake as they find their seats, but I’m too distracted, unable to find her among the crowd.

By the time I’m at my seat, I’ve managed to find Bryony at the far end of the witches’ table, but Polaris isn’t in her usual spot beside her.

“You're obsessed,” Lincoln grumbles, but I ignore him. There's no use in arguing, not when I can't deny it. Especially when this girl is fucking with me.

I feel exposed with her near, and ever more bare without her. I've gone from my weakness being the raw vulnerability of getting a swift kick to the balls to it now being her.

“She's hiding,” Asher states from his spot a few seats down, and I grunt.

“No shit, asshole,” Lincoln interjects, still not over the shit storm from earlier, but I continue to ignore him. “Besides, it's best if she does,” he adds, and Asher shakes his head.

“It’s not,” he mutters, eyes downcast as he digs into his food.

“Someone has to go and talk to her,” Minnie declares, addressing us for the first time as all our eyes hone in on her.

“What a great idea from a great candidate,” I blurt, raising my brow at her. She'd be perfect for the job, but she quickly dismisses my idea with a swift shake of her head, putting a pin in my genius recommendation.

“Not me. You fuckers did this, you can fix it. And you better fix it. That’s my friend. She has enough shit going on in her life and I swear to all that is holy I will not allow you fucktards to make it any worse. Now, buckle the fuck up and grow a pair of balls. You have until the end of the day.”

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POLARIS

“Tell me what you like, Polaris?” I can’t see him, but I would know that voice anywhere. Wylder. “Tell me, Polaris. Don’t make me ask again.”

I shiver, shaking my head frantically as I stutter. “I-I-I don’t kn-know,” I rattle, teeth chattering as desire wreaks havoc over my body.

“We can’t give it to you if you don’t tell us,” he insists as a fingertip ghosts over my thigh, forcing my legs to squeeze shut as I bite back the need flooding my veins.

“W-W-We?”

“She obviously doesn’t want it, Wylder,” Lincoln states, disappointment in his tone, and I shake my head more frantically as hysteria gets the better of me.

“I-I p-promise. I j-just d-don’t know.”

They have to believe me, they have to. Otherwise, I think I just might self combust.

“Guys, you’re forgetting the most important fact.”

Is that… Tatum? Hands spread over my thighs, fingertips digging into my bare flesh as they pry my legs apart, and a cool breeze brushes over my exposed pussy.

“How is she going to know what she likes if we haven’t given her a sample of it yet?” I nod in agreement with Tatum, hoping he can see me despite my inability to see him.

That’s it. That’s exactly it.

“He’s right, Linc. Just because you took her virginity doesn’t mean she has any idea of the other ways we can bring her to climax,” Wylder states, and although I’m still blind to them, I know he’s smiling right now.

“I have an idea.”

Oh, fuck… Asher too?

Dead.

D.E.A.D.

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