Page 48 of Savage Sacrifice
“Not this time, Midnight,” he rasps, nostrils flaring as he barely holds it together, and I tug at the neckline of my dress, letting my breasts spill free between us as I shift direction again, grinding and rocking on his length with all the pent-up energy inside of me.
“Then call me your whore.”
“Are you trying to kill me?” he grunts, his pupils growing wider as I pout.
I reach for his arm, stroking from his shoulder to his elbow as I keep my rhythm. “I like it when you make your hand my necklace and call me your whore,” I say sweetly, feeling his cock flex inside of me as I ride him.
“Polaris,” he warns, his restraint wilting, and I know I’m close.
“Please, mark me as yours.”
His eyes drop to my throat, likely lingering on the mark he left behind when he made me his for real, but I don’t get to see the look of war in his eyes as he launches to his feet, pinning me to his chest as he swiftly drops to his knees, taking me with him.
I’m pinned to the ground a moment later, blades of grass brushing along my exposed skin as his hand lifts to my throat, flexing just how I want it. I can’t decide whether he takes control or loses it altogether, but he pounds into me with grim determination.
“That’s it, my little whore, milk my cock,” he snarls, and the tingles of my orgasm burn up my spine as I struggle to breathe.
My eyes roll to the back of my head as he keeps his unrelenting pace and I grab hold of his arm, clinging to him as his fingers flex at my throat. I writhe beneath him, riding wave after wave of euphoria, more than happy to fall apart in his grasp.
When my climax starts to wane, I look deep into his eyes and rasp. “I love you.”
I didn’t get a chance to say it earlier, my body took over, but I need him to hear it.
“Fuck!” he roars, his movements turning jagged as he thrusts into me, his fingers flexing at my throat as he pulses inside of me, chasing his own release before he lowers his forehead to mine.
Our breaths linger between us, a tangle of limbs, and a cell phone chimes. He grimaces before lifting his head to give me a soft smile. He releases my throat to brush a loose curl of hair back off my face before he speaks.
“I think the cavalry has arrived.”
18
POLARIS
The walk back to the house feels like an eternity, but with my hand in Lincoln’s, I take each step with a newfound strength. It doesn’t matter if my parents are still there or if there are more hurdles to face. All that matters is we’re all here, together.
Reaching the end of the forest, we turn right, spotting the house up ahead, and a screech rings out through the air.
“Polaris!”
I freeze in place, my hand slipping from Lincoln’s as Minnie darts toward me. My heart lurches in my chest, reminding me to move, and I hurry toward her. A wide smile is spread across her face, tears spilling down her cheeks, and I feel whole.
We slam into each other, a force to be reckoned with, wrapping our arms tightly around one another. Her sobs become mine as we tremble in each other’s grasp. It’s impossible to try to soothe her; she needs this moment just as much as I do.
A flash memory of that very moment in the assembly hall plays out in my mind. The look of horror on her face as I plunged the blade into my chest—the uncontrollable despair. Dying may have been hard for me, but living with that reality has been even worse for her.
It may have only been a few short days, but it was long enough to leave a scar. The guilt I feel is strange because I don’t want to shake it off or do whatever it takes to rid it from my mind. I own it because, even though she may be hurting, she’s here to feel the pain. Webothare.
She leans back with a sigh, keeping a hand on my shoulder as she uses her free hand to swipe her tears away. When her gaze settles on mine, her bottom lip wobbles again, but she shakes it off. “You are something else, Polaris Beauchamp,” she murmurs, shaking her head in disbelief as my full name tumbles from her lips.
“I’m glad you’re okay.”
Her eyebrows rise, disbelief in her eyes. “You’re gladI’mokay? Are you insane?”
I chuckle. “You did just say I’m something else.”
“Well, let’s make one thing clear,” she starts, giving me a pointed look as she drops her hand from my shoulder to plant it on her hip in a full sass stance. “Don’t ever do that again.”
The humor is gone from her voice, but she’s the insane one if she thinks I won’t risk it all to make sure she’s okay. Regardless of where I stand among the wolves that have stolen a piece of me and the vampire who barreled into my life without warning or care, she’s my family first and foremost. She’s the one who has been there no matter what, to show me what true friendship is, to offer me a glimpse into a family I don’t ever want to leave.
