Page 96 of Savage Torment

My vision blurs, stars dancing along the back of my eyelids.

He takes me.

He fucks me.

He claims me.

I writhe beneath him, my body one with his, taking just as much from him as he does from me. The tingling starts in my toes, skirting up my spine seeking release, and I wrap my legs around his waist, desperate for more.

“Come for me, Polaris. I can’t claim you without it,” he orders, and I shiver, on the brink of falling apart as he lowers over me, lips ghosting mine as he speaks. “Leave me dripping in your sweet release, Polaris. Now,” he growls, his eyes golden, but my perfect view of them is gone when he lowers his head, wrapping his lips around my nipple.

He sucks, hard, and I scream, my back arching impossibly tight as my climax wins, hurtling toward him at his command. Wave after wave of ecstasy crashes through me, the feeling only intensifying as he sinks his teeth into the side of my breast, drawing another cry of pleasure from my lips.

His thrusts come faster, harder, needier, and a moment later, with his teeth still latched on my flesh, he finds his release, spilling inside of me.

I can’t breathe as another wave of euphoria claims me, leaving me a limp mess melting into my pillows. It’s only whenhe relaxes his bite at my chest and leans back that I manage to see anything other than fireworks dancing along my vision.

But it’s not his content face and hooded eyes that hold me captive.

No.

It’s the bite mark that glows at his chest.

One that matches exactly what he just did to me.

“You’re mine now, Polaris,” he declares, and I nod, gaping at him in shock as he shuffles down the bed just an inch, unfazed by the mark he’s left on both of us. Instead, he lowers himself to his elbows, eyes focused on my pussy as I feel his release drip down onto the sheets.

With two fingers, he teases my entrance, and I watch with curiosity as he slips them inside, thrusting his cum back in.

He looks up at me through hooded eyes, a dark smile curling his lips. “Now it’s time to worship.”

30

POLARIS

The wolves have stayed true to their word. Every night, one of them has taken a shift as sentry. But since Tatum marked me, he hasn’t let anyone else take his place. We haven’t told the others, not yet, this is our moment to just be together, to be seen among the madness.

It’s been two nights now, though, so I’m sure someone is going to interject soon, but as I lie here, the morning sun peeking through the window on a weekend, I’ve never felt more at peace.

I find out who my blood kin is this week, but I’m not scared. I’m just content to be alive. It feels amazing. I still have no idea who switched out my diary, which is driving me insane, but as Tatum suggested, I’ve continued to write in it every night. It’s been easy to avoid talking about anything important, but hard as hell to not let Whitmore know I know his secret.

Sighing, I tilt my head back on Tatum’s chest so I can look up at him. He’s fast asleep, a serene look on his face as his chest slowly rises and falls.

I could watch him sleep forever.

As gently as I can, I run my fingers over the mark on his chest, almost feeling the heat from my own scar, and I smile. It’s insane, but I like it.

Shifting quietly, I bite back a groan when discomfort squeezes in my abdomen.

I’ve never hated the bathroom being so far away, but I’m mildly annoyed about it this morning as I slip from the bed, making sure not to wake him. Looking down the length of me, I decide it’s fine to trudge in the academy-issued navy pajamas I slept in. My stomach doesn’t ease up, seemingly growing stronger as I slip out of the bedroom and make my way down the hall.

The moment I enter the bathroom, I grab what I need from the cupboard and quickly take care of myself, already over the monthly visit from Mother Nature. I’m sure I’m a day or two early, but either way, why can’t it be a simple high five or fist bump to declare that all is well and you’re not pregnant? Nope. Instead, I’m about to enjoy the crappiest cramps that ever cramped.

Once I’m done, I head over to the vanity lining the far wall, turning the faucet on as I look at myself in the mirror. The last thing I need is a nothing day when I’m supposed to be living the best week of my life. Sighing, I’m instantly flooded by the words Blaze left me with the day I healed him back in my room.

“I want your blood.”

My cheeks heat at the reminder, embarrassment and curiosity warring inside of me, and I shake my head, trying to clear my thoughts when the bathroom door opens.

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