31. Polaris
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POLARIS
“ Y ou want to…take my virginity so…your friend will fuck me too?” I rasp, blinking up at him in confusion.
I have no idea what’s going on, but I’m caught under his spell, making it impossible to tear myself away even as he says something as crazy as that.
He rakes his teeth over his bottom lip, looking down at me with desire burning bright in his eyes. If he comes any closer, our lips will collide; they’re only an inch away, and I can’t deny how much I want to feel him press them against mine.
Watching him fight? Hot damn.
Watching him prowl through the crowd? Even hotter damn.
Watching him stomp away from his cheering audience with me in tow…scorching.
I was mesmerized watching him dominate in the ring so effortlessly. Hearing people cheer his name made my thighs clench, and seeing the sheer force behind his punches left me speechless. In combat class the other day, he could have snapped me in half and tossed me in the trash without a single stutter to his breath, yet he let me drop him to the floor in front of the professor. He taught me instead of treating me to the same outcome as his opponent.
Silently, I thank whoever is watching over me that he believes in teaching skills instead of demonstrating them. There’s power in showing someone instead of raining dominance down upon them. Especially since I’m a powerless witch and he’s…all wolf.
“I bet you make the prettiest circle with your lips when your whimpers fall from your mouth,” he muses, pulling me from my thoughts. The blush on my cheeks grows more intense, burning like crazy as my blood pressure rises, leaving my entire body thrumming with every beat of my heart. “It’s that blush, Little Witch. It makes you glow. I wonder if it would creep down your neck if I explore,” he rasps, making me gulp as I remain still, with my back plastered against the wall and my palms flat against his chest.
He leans in closer, his lips ghosting over mine as he speaks. “I bet you taste sweet here too,” he states, shifting his hands at my waist to press his thumbs against the apex of my thighs, and I gasp, the sound throatier than any noise I’ve ever made before. “Fuck, Little Witch. I know I’m right, but what I want to know is, has anyone ever found out?”
My eyelids fall closed as I dip my chin and shake my head. I’m not scared to tell him the truth; I’m just embarrassed at…I don’t know. I never cared about my lack of experience until I got here. At Florentine’s, I really didn’t care. There was no way in hell I was letting somebody touch me out in the open with the professors watching. But here…there’s privacy at every turn, opportunities to explore, and…men. Real men.
“Don’t hide now, Polaris. Not unless you want this to stop,” he mumbles against my cheek as he lifts one hand from my waist to tilt my chin up.
I sink my teeth into my bottom lip, nerves getting the better of me as I war with myself. I don’t want it to stop, but I can’t bring myself to open my eyes.
“Look at me.” His command is soft, and before I can second guess myself, I pry my eyes open to find his swirling with a feral heat that only grows stronger by the second. “That’s it. Good girl. Now, tell me which lips you think I should taste first.”
His question hangs in the air like a guillotine, threatening to glide through me with unwavering strength as my cheeks burn brighter than ever.
Before I can summon an answer, he falls to his knees at my feet, letting my hands drop to my sides as he runs his fingers over my bare thighs, looking up at me through his lashes. “And you wore a skirt. Is it just for me, Little Witch, or was it for someone else?”
I’m too focused on the goosebumps rising at his touch as he inches his fingertips under the hem of the skirt I borrowed from Bryony. My jaw moves as I try to talk, but it takes a few attempts before the soft words slip off my tongue.
“I wore it for me.”
A sinister grin spreads across his lips, his pupils blowing so wide I can barely tell the outline anymore.
“I like that answer. It suits you, Little Witch.”
I want to put a stop to this new nickname he keeps using, but there’s something about it that makes a burning sensation ripple in my chest.
“Now, give me confirmation, Polaris. I want a signal before I snap. Let me know if you want this, and I’ll make it happen, but don’t keep me waiting. I’ve waited long enough knowing you were watching me in the ring. You were a distraction out there, but in here, you’re my prize. You just have to say yes.”
My breath catches in my throat, my pulse pounding in my ears as I stare down at him.
I couldn’t stop us now, even if I wanted to. I’m too far gone.
Tentatively, I reach out to run my fingers over his cropped hair, needing to feel the texture against my skin. He tilts his head back, leaning into my touch. My fingertips eventually stroke down the side of his face, cupping his chin.
I run my thumb across his bottom lip, with no real clue of what I’m doing, but the intensity in his stare tells me he likes it. “I’ve kissed people before, but I want the first time your lips are really on me to be…” My cheeks are nuclear now as the word falls short on my tongue.
“Say it, Little Witch. Say it, and I’ll make it happen.”
“Taste me.”
“Taste you where?” he pushes, bunching up the skirt at my waist as he runs the pad of his finger over the lace of my panties.
Holy crap.
My eyes roll to the back of my head, a shudder rippling through my body as I whimper.
“Taste you where, Polaris?” he repeats, his breath warm against my core despite the fabric between us.
My hands retreat from his body, splaying flat against the wall beside me for purchase as the need and desire blossoming inside of me take control. Prying my eyes open, I settle my stare on him.
“My pussy,” I manage, the words snapped up by the whoosh of air that parts his lips as he eliminates the remaining distance.
My panties dampen at the thick pad of his tongue as he rakes his teeth over my flesh, and I think I’m going to combust. He repeats the motion three times before I feel a tightness at my side, and the sound of tearing fabric rips through the air.
The lace separating us flutters to the floor, taking my innocence with it as he hooks my left leg over his shoulder and repeats the motion of his tongue against my pussy with nothing between us.
I tremble, the heat burning between us almost unbearable as he laps at my clit, making the tight nub tingle as my thighs clench, desperate for more.
With his lips still pressed against my exposed skin, he looks up at me with hooded eyes. “Have you ever…” His words trail off, his fingers taking ownership of the rest of his sentence as he teases the entrance to my core. I shake my head, watching as his eyes roll to the back of his head this time. “I think you might kill me, Little Witch. All these firsts, it’s addicting,” he breathes, his finger still swirling. “Eyes on me, don’t look away,” he orders before running his tongue over the seam of my pussy while he slowly sinks a finger inside me.
My mouth falls slack, my body on fire from head to toe as I clench around his singular digit. I can’t breathe. I’m scared if I do, I’ll shatter, but the sparkle in his eyes tells me that’s exactly what he wants to happen.
“I’m going to make you come now, Polaris. Another first just for me, and your reward will be the euphoria that it gives you. Enjoy it, but don’t worry too much; something tells me it’s going to be the first of many.”
I gulp, trying to keep myself stable, but my hands have nothing to grip onto, leaving me to put all of my trust in him.
He doesn’t wait for me to speak this time. I’m sure my face says it all. He sucks my clit into his mouth in the next breath, retreating his finger from my core before thrusting it back in, swirling for good measure as he roots himself deep inside me.
Panting for breath, I can’t stop the soft whimpers tumbling from my lips as he elicits feelings inside me I’ve never even come close to feeling before. Just when I think I can’t take it anymore, he presses an extra finger at my entrance, stretching me wider, at the same time he drags his teeth over my clit.
It’s too much.
It’s everything.
My breath.
My heartbeat.
My pulse.
All of it.
All of me.
I detonate inside, shaking as a cry pries my lips apart, and my hips jerk, riding his swirling fingers as my body spasms with the euphoria he promised.
Time passes in slow motion, the world shattering into a thousand pieces in his hazel eyes before they slowly reform, the colors new…brighter, deeper, more profound.
Only when the feelings subside inside of me does he retreat from my body, and I immediately feel the loss, another whimper tumbling from my mouth as he falls back on his ass, eyes still fixed on me.
Holy crap.
“Little Witch,” he rasps, shaking his head in disbelief, and I follow the movement with my own head, wholly enraptured by him.
I need to do something, anything, to have more of him. Before I can change my mind, I sink to my knees, peering at him with hungry eyes. “I can…” My gaze falls to the outline of his cock I can see through his shorts, and he scoffs.
“No, you fucking can’t.”
My body stiffens with embarrassment as I try to return to my feet, but his fingers wrap around my wrist before I get anywhere.
“It’s bad enough your first climax is in a place like this, Polaris. You’re not dirtying your knees in here. Next time, though. There will be no question. Besides, my adrenaline won’t be fueling me, and it will be…better,” he explains, making me gulp as I fixate on one part.
“Next time?”
“Yeah, next time.” He rises to his feet, bringing me along with him, when a knock comes from the locker room door, reminding me exactly where we are. “I’m surprised the cavalry waited this long,” he states, scrubbing a hand over his head as he looks from me to the door and back again. “Ready to party?” he asks, and I scoff at him, but the look on his face is way too genuine.
“Wait, I can barely walk, and you want me to party?” I ask, and he nods, a smirk stretching across his lips as he leans down to grab something off the floor. I groan in horror when I realize it’s my torn panties in his hand. He stuffs them in his pocket before I can grab them from him, leaving me to gape at him in disbelief. “I can’t party without any panties,” I grumble, trying to tug my hand from his, but his hold only grows tighter.
“Little Witch, I’m only just getting started with you. Partying with no panties is just the first step we’re taking. My dick is going to be hard all night long, knowing there’s nothing beneath your skirt. Besides, what do you have to lose? We might all be dead soon.”