Page 107 of Rogue Games

She’s overwhelmed. I know, because I can feel it, our emotions now blending into one, pulsing through our strengthening bond. I can feel her pleasure, and I can feel the rush of emotions swirling through her.

Pride. Joy. Devotion.

Slamming my lips to hers, I place one hand on the mirror behind her head, and the other on her hip to keep her steady.

When she’s gasping for breath and pushing her hips forward, rubbing her clit against my pubic bone, desperate for friction, I pull back, determined to give her what she needs.

Staring at where our bodies meet, I’m caught in a trance as I slide out, almost all the way, before driving back in hard, loving her little cries of ecstasy as my cock drags along her tight walls, setting every nerve alight.

I move faster, harder, pounding into her, lost in the sight of her in the throes of ecstasy. My thumb slides across her slippery clit in time to each hard thrust of my hips, and she squeezes her eyes shut, her mouth falling open. Unable to resist, I slide my thumb into her mouth, groaning as she closes her lips around it, her tongue swirling around the digit, tasting herself on my skin.

“I’m going to… I can’t…”

I’m about to tell her to hang on, to wait for me, but when her eyes fly open, and her wolf shines brightly back at me, my balls tighten, knowing exactly what she’s going to do.

Surging forward, she bites down hard on my shoulder, sinking her incisors deep into the muscle in an exquisite stab of pain that’s immediately replaced by pleasure unlike anything I’ve ever felt.

“Jamie,” I cry out, gripping the back of her head, keeping her teeth buried in me as blinding white light floods my vision, and I explode, shooting jet after jet of my seed deep into her body.

With a vice-like grip on my cock, Jamie comes, her tight pussy clenching me, pumping me dry of every last drop of cum until I barely hold myself upright. Holding onto the counter for support, I continue to pulse inside her as my grip on her head loosens, and I stroke her silky hair instead.

She pulls back, gasping for breath, shuddering as she slowly comes down from her high. “Mine,” she murmurs dreamily, a smile on her lips as she kisses my mark affectionately. The swell of pride that runs through her as she gazes at the two dots that she’s left on my skin hits me hard, and I struggle to control my emotions.

Unable to put how happy I am into words, I haul her to me, and as she wraps her legs around me, I hold her tightly.

“I know,” she whispers against my cheek as she clings to me. “I know.”

49

JAMIE

“You’re late,” Callum remarks with a knowing smile on his face as we appear in the field, cutting it far too close to the starting whistle. We should really have made it in time to help set up, but I couldn’t force myself to let go of Dean until our racing hearts had calmed, and the storm of emotions inside both of us simmered to a contented, blissed out feeling.

“That’s no way to speak to your Luna.” Dean quips, keeping his fingers tangled with mine as he hits Callum with a swift slap to the back of the head.

Callum smiles broadly and dips his head to me in a show of respect. “Welcome aboard, Jamie. It’s a pleasure to have you in the family.”

His words are genuine, and I feel another surge of emotion at his easy acceptance.

Dean squeezes my hand to check that I’m okay and to reassure me.

I smile up at him, needing to make sure he knows I’m fine. Emotional, but fine.

“How are they getting on? Where’s Wyatt?” I ask, staring out across the ten stations spread out across the vast expanse of open land.

“Late. But…” Callum bites his lip, unsure whether to continue.

I tilt my head and raise an eyebrow at him. “You started, you have to continue now.”

Callum hesitates, and Dean growls at him. “Do as your Luna says.”

Rolling my eyes, I rest my hand on Dean’s arm. “You can give that a rest alright. I’ve been marked for about two hours. Let’s give it a chance to sink in before we start snarling at everyone.”

To our left, two males scoff, and Dean rounds on them instantly. “Have you got something to say?”

They look me over, full of hatred, and back to Dean. “She’s not my Luna. No rogue is going to tell me what to do.”

Dean’s expression turns ice cold.

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