Page 48 of Savage Torment

I hiss as he runs his fingers over my clit, running through my folds until he’s fully cupping my pussy.

“Polaris.”

I gulp as he breathes my name, his hand enveloping my core as he uses his free hand to tap a finger against his cheek. I understand the command instantly, and with his hand locked in place, warming my center, I rise on my tiptoes and do what I’ve grown addicted to…

I brush my lips across his cheek.

The second I make contact, he detonates, his fingers kicking into motion. He plunges deep into my pussy, wrangling a gasp from my lips. I stumble backward, my legs catching on the shrub behind me as he uses his free hand to grab my waist, holding me in place as he fucks me with his fingers.

His touch is all-consuming as I grind against him, my hips moving without prompt as I desperately seek everything he has to offer.

“Please, Tatum,” I breathe, pleading for what exactly, I’m not sure. I just know I need more. Of him, his fingers, his everything.

I feel light-headed.

The last time we were this close, I was on my knees in front of him in Professor Whitmore’s office. Now, the tables have turned,and I was a fool to think that I am ever even remotely in control when it comes to him.

His fingers swirl inside of me, making my pussy clench around him as the familiar tingles of an orgasm zip up my spine. But it’s not enough. I want more.

“I need more, Tatum. I need you,” I rasp, and he shakes his head.

“When you have me, it’s going to be slow, cherished. Right now, I feel too feral for that,” he grunts, grinding his palm against my clit, and I hiss as my eyes roll to the back of my head.

“What if I want you feral?” I look at him through hooded eyes, sinking my teeth into my bottom lip.

“You don’t know what you want.”

“Show me the side of you no one else sees,” I plead, his restraint hanging by a breath as his fingers pause inside of me.

“You don’t know what you’re asking for, Polaris.”

“I do,” I insist, my body trembling with my impending release as he denies me once again.

“Come on my fingers, Polaris,” he orders, ignoring my pleas as he resumes the intense pace of his fingers, and just as he commands, I fall apart at his touch.

I whimper when he slips his fingers from my pants, bringing the dripping digits to his lips. Wordlessly, I watch, gaping with desire as he tastes me, his eyes latched with mine as he brings his painted fingers to my lips. “I can see the disappointment in your eyes, Polaris. But there’s no way in Hell I’m fucking you for the first time because I’m trying to remove every trace of a vampire from your thoughts. That’s not me. That’s not us. When I fuck you, and I will, there’s no denying that it’ll be all consuming because we’re lost in each other, not trying to erase someone else.”

15

POLARIS

After hiding away in the maze with Tatum through lunch and sharing another turkey and Swiss sandwich, the rest of my classes were mundane. It doesn’t help that I’m once again distracted by thoughts of wolves, vampires, and covens, but I manage to stay focused enough to know I’m not missing anything important.

As the final bell rings, I hike my backpack over my shoulder and head for the door with a relieved sigh.

“Hey, I have a meeting with The Renegades. Are you going to be okay heading back, or should I call Minnie?” Bryony asks, appearing at my side, and I shake my head.

“I’m good. Blaze is just being… Blaze. Heading back to my dorm in a sea full of other students doing the exact same thing is going to be fine,” I insist, watching as her eyebrows rise at the mention of the vampire, but she manages to keep any questions to herself, nodding instead.

“Okay. If you need any help with witchy business tonight, just let me know,” she offers, squeezing my arm as we step out of the classroom.

She heads left as I turn right, following the flow of students toward the exit. Some head toward the dining hall, but most lead out to the pathway toward the dorms.

I enjoy the calm, the peace amongst the chaos.

As much as I love my… friends? Every time I’m with someone, I end up embroiled in drama. At least, alone, I can narrow the chances of that happening. It’s just like being back at Florentine’s. The drama didn’t really find me there.

With every step I take, I formulate a plan for the evening—one that involves my grimoire and snacks—lotsand lots of snacks. I decide I’ll head back out to get some later as a little treat, once I’ve actually managed to get some work done, as I take the sandy path that leads to the witches’ dorm building.

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