Page 75 of Rogue Games

“Everything I have done has been to improve the lives of my pack members.”

That old chestnut. From where I’m standing, it looks more like he’s got something to hide.

“Don’t give me that bullshit. That’s just an excuse.”

Dean’s expression is pained, his gaze falling to my lips as he cups my cheek.

“It’s not bullshit, Jamie. Do you think I wanted to kill my father? Do you think I wanted this responsibility? Do you think I enjoy apologising for what my father did, over and over, knowing everyone still hates us?” When he opens his eyes again, they blaze with white-hot fury. He leans his forehead against mine, and whispers. “Do you think I want to hurt you, when you’re the most beautiful, spellbinding woman I’ve ever met? No, but sometimes it’s what a good alpha has to do”

He says all the right things, but actions speak louder than words.

“A real alpha does the right thing. He takes what he wants. Does as he pleases.”

It was meant as a taunt, but it comes out like a dare. Dean’s fingers trace the column of my neck, across where my mating mark would go. Pleasure courses through me and I moan. Dean’s eyes blaze as he dips his head to whisper close to my ear.

“You’re asking for trouble, Jamie.”

Hands flat against the wall behind me, I stare into his eyes as his big body looms over me. I gasp, a timid squeak falling from my lips, as Dean's hand goes from stroking my neck to wrapping itself around my throat, pinning me in place.

He doesn't squeeze, just adds a little bit of pressure to remind me exactly how strong he is as he dips his head down and presses his nose to the crook of my neck. He could snap my neck in an instant if he wanted.

Feeling bratty, I’m all worked up, adrenaline pumping through my veins. I decide to push him.

My anger at Dean, and my lust for him, manifests itself in a sharp nip to his neck. Not hard, not enough to break the skin, but enough to get his attention. He jerks back and stares at me, stunned, for just a split second not sure what to do. But when I lick my lips and curl my fingers into the front of his t-shirt, there’s no more indecision.

It’s like I’ve flicked a switch and irritatingly calm Dean is gone. I’ve triggered something within him. He looks wild and hungry, and I love it. My wolf calls to his, urging him on as he growls, loud and possessive.

His big hands grip me under the thighs and lift me. He spins us, dropping my ass onto his now bare desk and runs them down to my knees, shoving them apart. Stepping between my spread legs, he grabs my hair roughly in his hand and tugs, forcing me to lift my face to his so he can take my mouth.

This kiss is not gentle. It’s demanding and dominant. He’s showing me what an alpha taking what he wants looks like.

“Dean,” I whimper as he moves his lips to my ear and down my neck, sending jolts of ecstasy straight to my core. I arch into him, pressing my breasts against his hard chest and grinding my pelvis against his.

“This is what you do to me,” he growls, sliding his hand under my top and taking the weight of my breast, his thumb grazing my stiff nipple. He pinches it hard, the pleasure and pain travelling straight to my sex. “Is this what you wanted? For me to take you, like I’ve wanted to since the moment I saw you. Like a fucking animal.”

He presses forward, forcing me to put my hands behind me to keep my balance. Shoving his hand down the front of my leggings, he cups me and wastes no time sliding one finger between my folds.

“So wet, little rogue. So needy.”

I can’t deny it. My pussy clenches, wanting desperately to be filled. Rocking my hips forward, I give him better access but as he slips two fingers inside me, he growls at how the thin material restricts his movements. I bury my fingers in his hair, scratching my nails across his scalp, biting his earlobe as I grind against his hand.

In a moment of rage, he rips the black fabric along the seam, then yanks the torn leggings off me completely. Fuck, that’s hot. He throws them across the room, eyes locked on to his prize.

“Better,” he mumbles, shoving my underwear aside and thrusting his fingers deep inside my eager body.

“More, Dean,” I demand. “Stop messing around and fuck me.” It’s good but it’s not enough. I don’t want teasing or edging. I want hard and fast.

Again, the challenge in my tone seems to drive him wild. Without breaking eye contact, he places one hand on my chest and shoves me flat onto my back, while the other opens the front of his trousers and pulls out his very long, very thick and very hard cock. He strokes it firmly as he looms over me, giving me one last chance to tell him no as he lines up with my dripping entrance.

“Do it,” I whisper. Dean groans, but does as he’s told, yanking me toward the edge of the desk and impaling me on his cock as he thrusts forward, hard. Over and over, he pounds into me, hard and commanding, using his hold on me to keep me tight to his body.

“Fuck, Jamie. Fuck!”

It doesn’t take long for all the built-up sexual tension between us to detonate. A few strokes of his thumb over my sensitive clit and I come, chanting his name, the walls of my sex fluttering around him and pushing him over the edge.

“Yes.” Dean comes with a roar, shoving hard into my body and falling down to cover me as he stills, hips pressed tight to mine and shoots stream after stream of cum into me. He nuzzles my neck, and I moan, a fresh wave of arousal washing over me at the feel off his big body wrapped around mine. I feel protected and safe, and utterly sated.

Until a deep rumble vibrates in his chest and his mouth clamps down on my shoulder. His sharp teeth, too long to be his human ones, pinch my shoulder and I gasp.

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