Page 90 of Rogue Games

I stay stubbornly silent. I won’t lie to her. She knows how much I want her; the evidence is right here between us. I can’t move forward but I can’t let her go either.

“You’re annoyed, I get it. But we’re mates. We can work through it. I’ll do whatever it takes.”

My gentle caress of her neck turns into something more possessive when I rest my hand at the base of her throat, wrapping my fingers around her neck. Her pulse flutters, but she stays strong, staring up at me.

“I’m not afraid of you. I was upset and lashing out, but I know you’d never hurt me.”

I tighten my grip and pull her to me, our faces mere inches apart, as I glare at her. “You don’t know that. Even I don’t know that.”

In the distance, I hear the footsteps and howls of the running wolves, soaking up the moon’s rays and enjoying the crisp, night air. I need to get back to them. I’ve been distracted enough lately as it is.

“Tell me you don’t want me,” she repeats, and I growl, because I can’t force the words out.

She eases closer, pushing against my hand, daring me to take this further.

My cock brushes against her bare stomach, and the need for her crashes into me, so forceful, my vision tunnels for a second as her arousal scents the air.

“You know I can’t. My wolf wants to tackle you to the ground, to spread your thighs, to fuck you so hard into the dirt my pack can hear your screams. See if you really can handle my darker side.”

Jamie’s pupils dilate right before my eyes, and I watch as her perfect, dusky nipples pebble. She likes the idea. She loves the thought of my wolf showing her who’s boss.

“Do it. Teach me a lesson I won’t forget, Alpha. Let your entire pack hear you making me yours.”

Fuck. Fuck.

Using my grip on her throat to yank her forward, pulling her off balance, I slam my lips onto hers. This isn’t tender. It’s not loving or gentle. The kiss is punishing, and I don’t wait for her to open her lips and invite my tongue inside, I claim her mouth, like it already belongs to me.

“I can’t fuck my luna in the mud,” I growl into her mouth, biting her bottom lip harder than necessary.

Instead of yelping, she moans, and the scent of her arousal deepens, sending my wolf wild. “Why not? Are you the boss or not?”

Damn it. That obstinate attitude makes him practically feral with the need to put her in her place. With my other hand, I cup her sex and stroke a finger through her wet folds. Her scent deepens and I suck it in, groaning at the rush I get from just touching her.

Jamie’s knees buckle, and only my hand around her neck keeps her upright.

“You’re not my luna. We’re not mated.”

Roughly, I press a finger then two inside her, pumping them in and out through her slick, curling them to hit just the right spot inside.

I walk her backward until her back hits a tree and loom over her, watching like a man possessed at every change in expression, listening to every tiny whimper and moan that passes her red, swollen lips.

“This means nothing,” I hiss against her silky-smooth skin as I kiss and lick up the column of her neck, nibbling that sensitive spot behind her ear.

She bucks into me, where the heel of my hand grinds against her clit.

“Dean,” she cries, her hands gripping my back, her nails scoring my skin, marking me in the absence of any other way to brand me as hers.

My name coming from her mouth as she writhes in pleasure does something to me, and I feel like I won’t survive if I don’t hear her calling it as she comes.

“Say it. Say my name as you come.”

Jamie rocks into my hand, lost to her impending release, every muscle in her stomach tight, as her orgasm builds.

“Dean. Yes. Yes!” Her walls clamp around my fingers, sucking me in, until she breaks with a wail. Her tight channel pulses around me, and I curse, wishing I knew what it felt like to be buried inside her when wave after wave of ecstasy washes over her.

“I’m yours,” she whispers. “Whether you want me or not, I’ll always be yours.”

Nuzzling her neck while simultaneously pounding the tree over her head with disgust at my weak will, I’m lost. How can I ever give her up? She feels like an addiction I’ll never be able to get over. One I don't want to get over but need to for the good of everyone around me.

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