Page 63 of Savage Sacrifice
“Fuck me, Blaze. Now.”
It’s the final trigger he needs before he thrusts inside of me with unexpected ferocity. I gasp as he fills me, stretching me oh-so-perfectly as my cries of pleasure echo around the room.
His left hand tightens at my waist as his right hand moves, traveling up my spine so he can wrap my hair around his fist. With the slight tug, and the fact that I’m wedged between him and the kitchen table, I’m completely at his mercy, and it’s addicting.
My breasts sway with every thrust, each one more reckless and desperate than the last, until we’re a euphoric jumble of limbs seeking release. The second orgasm that takes over my body comes out of nowhere. There’s no rise, no build up, no sweet flickers across my skin, just pure, obliterating ecstasy that leaves me spasming around his cock for what feels like an eternity.
“That’s it, Amica Mea. Paint my dick with your cum,” he snarls, tilting my hips higher as he pounds into me. I feel the swelling of his cock and brace for his release, but he pulls out at the last minute, showering my back with his climax.
It feels like it sizzles against my skin, my body hotter than ever as I collapse on the dining table. I don’t care that my ass is up in the air or that his release coats my skin, I can’t move.
My eyelids close as I bask in the post-orgasmic bliss, and I try to calm my breathing. I’m close to wiping out entirely when I feel a warm cloth ghost over my skin.
“Thank you,” I breathe, and he grunts.
“Don’t thank me. Not when I plan to leave some on your skin,” he states, and I pry my eyes open to peer over my shoulder at him. I raise a brow in question, but he just shrugs. “I want you to smell like me at this party. I want everyone to know you’re mine,” he states, and I bite back the smile that threatens to consume my face.
My lips part as I try to find something to say, when the slam of a door echoes in the distance. Panic floods my body and I quickly stand, straightening myself as Blaze tucks his cock away just in time for Ben to appear in the doorway.
“Oh,” he blurts, glancing between Blaze and me, and I want to hide away in embarrassment, but if he can sense what was just happening here, he doesn’t say a word as he wiggles his eyebrows. “Polaris, you didn’t say you had a date too,” he states,making my cheeks heat, but before I can say a word, he turns his attention to Blaze, palm out in greeting.
“How’s it going, man?” Blaze asks, surprising me by speaking first, but I note the look in his eyes. Is it pain? Disappointment? Sadness? I’m not sure, but it’s not easy for him to lie to Ben right now, just like it’s not easy for me.
“All good, I’m Ben,” he answers as they clasp their hands together.
“Blaze.”
“Nice. Take care of our little miss here, will you? I have plans tonight, so I won’t be in your way,” he states, earning a nod from Blaze before glancing back at me. “We’re going to rain check that coffee date for tomorrow, Polaris. It seems like we’ve got a lot to talk about,” he says with a grin, and I shake my head at him as he exits the kitchen. The sound of his feet pounding upstairs a moment later confirms we’re alone again.
I sag back against the dining table, turning my attention to Blaze, who is staring at me with his eyebrow raised in question.
“What?”
“A date?” he asks, and I roll my eyes.
“You’ve met Ben. A date isn’t really a date with him. Besides, he’s into Bianca,” I share, and he balks, making me clap a hand over my mouth to stifle a laugh.
“Of course he is,” he says with a sigh, and I hum in agreement.
He moves away from me, discarding the cloth I didn’t realize he had hidden behind his back. My cheeks threaten to heat again when I spot the cream-colored card sticking out of his pocket. Only this time, it’s hanging out enough for me to notice there’s a name etched onto it in black ink.
Myname.
“What is that?” I ask, tension coiling my muscles tight, and not in the good way they had only moments ago.
He turns to me, a frown etched between his brows as he follows my line of sight, and it only deepens when he realizes what I’m referring to. He sighs, wiping a hand down his face as he pulls the card from his pocket.
“What I was distracting us from.”
“Distracting us?” I repeat, and as my gaze latches onto the writing once again, my heart stills, knowing exactly what he’s about to say before he even breathes a word.
“The Crow knows you’re here.”
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POLARIS
“Are you sure you’re okay, Polaris?”
