Page 54 of Rogue Games

She’s going to be alright, I repeat to myself, over and over until the knot in my chest starts to loosen and I can finally breathe again.

“I’ve got you, little rogue.”

I hold her tightly to my chest and whisper comforting words against her hair as her breathing evens out, and the shivering finally stops. Long after she’s warm, and I could have gotten up and I left, I continue to hold her, running my fingers through her hair and watching her sleep.

Slowly, I relax and let myself drift off, knowing that tomorrow, I’m going to find out who did this to her, and I’m going to kill them.

26

JAMIE

Cosy and warm, I burrow further into the soft cushions and breathe deep. These sheets smell amazing.

While my brain feels foggy, my entire body feels languid and relaxed, and for a moment, I forget what it was like sleeping in cheap motels or out in the forest. I could really get used to the trappings of life within a pack.

My mind only registers why Dean’s scent is so strong when I wriggle, shifting position, and something long and hard pokes the back of my hip. Dean lets out a sleepy sigh, his chest rising and falling against my spine.

His skin is warm and silky, and my body is on fire where we touch. Which is everywhere.

I freeze, swallowing hard as Dean’s hand, the one resting possessively on my naked belly slides lower, cupping my sex like he owns my body, before yanking me back against the wall of heat behind me.

Dean’s hand. My pussy. His cock. My ass.

Gasping, I jerk my hips forward, and his hand moves back to my hip, resting there casually like nothing just happened. When I go to tug the covers over my waist up higher, a throbbing pain radiates from my shoulder, down to my elbow.

“Ow!” I yelp, immediately dropping the sheet and cradling my sore arm with my good one.

Dean’s voice, thick with sleep, rumbles right next to my ear. “Try not to move it, Jamie. It’s going to be sore for a while.”

Goosebumps appear down my arms as his gravelly timbre has my insides fluttering, that and the possessive way he just grabbed my pussy.

“Are you cold?” he mumbles, his voice deep and sinful, and liquid heat pools between my thighs. He could say the alphabet in that husky voice, and I’d love it.

His palm slides gently over my exposed arm, and when he feels the goosebumps on my skin, he curses, pulling the blanket up higher around me. Little does he know, I’m shivering for a different reason, nothing to do with the temperature of the air.

My eyes slide closed as I will my body not to react to his. It’s impossible, though. All I can focus on is the something very thick, very long, and very hard that rests between us, heavy against my lower back.

“Ignore that.”

How am I supposed to ignore that? Men can pass off a bit of morning wood without anyone reading too much into it, but the wetness pooling between my thighs will be harder to explain. And the combination of his musky, masculine scent, his muscular body wrapped around mine and the way he holds me so close, is sending my senses haywire.

This is what being held by a man should feel like.

I try to squirm away and put some distance between us, to clear my head, but his hold on me remains iron. I’m not going anywhere. My wolf is delighted with the situation, but I feel like I’ve missed something, and my brain is scrambling to catch up.

“You need to stay warm.” Every word sends vibrations through his chest, into my back, and I close my eyes against the heavenly feeling.

“I am warm, I’m on fire,” I say, my voice coming out in a squeak, betraying just how much I’m enjoying his presence, and the way his hand keeps sweeping up and down my upper arm.

And it’s tempting to just run with whatever this is. Especially when he seems to be enjoying our clinch just as much as I am.

Fuck, he’s big. Thick, long and very, very hard.

All I can think of is reaching back and taking him in my hand. Maybe slipping him between my thighs, parting my legs ever so slightly, and letting him slide into my warm entrance. It would be that easy. I’m already wet. My wolf is practically begging me to ask the massive alpha to take us. To see what it would feel like to be owned by a man like him, even if it’s just this once.

But I know if I give in and then he casts me aside, it’ll break me.

Before I arrived here, I thought Dean Reynolds was the enemy. For all I know, he killed my mother when he killed his father, and he’s going to take what he wants from me now, before throwing me out.

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