Page 47 of Savage Sacrifice
“Lincoln,” I breathe, and he grabs my chin, tilting my face so he has my full attention.
“I love you, you know,” he rasps, stealing my breath as I gape at him. “That feeling, it’s been there for a long time, claiming me, no matter how much I tried to fight it,” he states, his pupils dilated as I feel tears well along my eyeline, but he’s not done there. His grip on my chin tightens. “Then your blood kin was called, and it was my sister. My. Fucking. Sister. It left my heart shattering into a million pieces, but you didn’t blink. Not once. You just moved, taking action to protect someone you care about. It wasn’t for me, I know that’s selfish to even think, but it wasn’t for me, and it wasn’t for you, it was for Minnie. You’re so fucking selfless, Polaris. Even when you were raised in a world that was anything but. Despite the shadows that consume your past, you don’t let them block your light for the future. I’m in awe of it, in awe of you, which is why I took the risk to find you; living without you wasn’t—and won’t ever be—an option.”
Holy shit.
I gape at him, lightheaded from his speech. “You’re insane,” I breathe, but the intensity in his eyes doesn’t waver.
Reaching for the back of his neck, I draw him closer, looking deep into his eyes before I press my lips to his.
It’s sweet, it’s gentle, and it sends a shiver down my spine.
Our lips brush once, twice, three times before the pressure increases, desperation thickening between us, and before I can think better of it, I’m clambering onto his lap.
His hands tighten around my middle as I place my knees on either side of him, all without removing my lips from his as I deepen the kiss, and he lets me. Control is mine, something I never thought would happen when it came to the alpha beneath me, but he gives it to me willingly.
I can’t breathe him in quickly enough. I can’t tamp down the desire and need for him in my soul, and I can’t stop my hips from grinding down on the hard length nestled beneath me.
“Fuck, Polaris,” he grunts, his lips brushing against mine as he speaks, and I groan. “Take me out of my fucking pants right now,” he groans, raking his teeth over my bottom lip, and I shiver, shuffling back just enough to unzip him and reveal his cock.
No boxer shorts.
That’s hot.
Damn.
Reaching out, I run my fingertip over his length, his skin warm to the touch as I struggle to catch my breath.
“Climb on, Midnight.” He releases his hold on me, giving me the space I need to slip my panties to the side.
I’ve never been more thankful to be wearing a flowing summer dress than I am in this moment.
He presses his palms into the bark of the tree, nodding for me to do as he asked, and my eyebrows rise in surprise.
“Are you not going to manhandle me?”
“Not today,” he breathes.
“Huh?” I blink at him, one hand on his shoulder while the other holds my panties out of the way, but I’m still frozen in place.
“You deserve complete rein,” he offers, and I pout.
“And if I like it when you manhandle me?” I ask, and he groans, his eyelids falling to half-mast.
“Then I’ll be more than happy to appease you going forward, but right now, it’s all you.” He grabs his cock, aiming the tip in my direction, and I shiver again when I tease him through my folds, finding myself slicker than I anticipated as he pauses at my entrance.
I wait, my breath stolen once again as I anticipate him thrusting up into me, but the movement doesn’t come. Instead, he aims a cock-sure glance my way, forcing me to eliminate the remaining distance between us.
Rolling my hips, I grin as his head rolls back, and he peers up at the trees before I slam down on his cock. He stretches me perfectly and I cry out with ecstasy. My nails dig into his shoulders, still likely to leave marks beneath his t-shirt that separates us. I flex my hips, rocking against him as my clit gains the perfect friction, before I shift directions and bounce on his cock like it’s a ritual.
His hands remain at his sides, clenched, knuckles whiter than white, but he stays true to his word and gives me control.
I get it, I do, but I don’t like it.
“Touch me,” I plead, digging my knees harder into the tree beneath me as I bounce on his cock.
He shakes his head with a grunt. “I’ll lose control.”
“That’s what I want.” It’s what I need, it’s going to make me feel alive.
