Page 103 of Rogue Games

Jamie shakes her head, her expression softening as she inches closer, her scent and her touch like a balm to my fractured soul. “You didn’t want me to prove myself to you, but to your pack. I get it.”

She might have taken it to the extreme, but she certainly did that.

“Those were the worst two days of my life, Jamie. And I have no idea how you had the strength to get out of that bed and attempt to walk out of my life, but there’s no fucking way I’m letting you leave. You’re mine.” Cupping her cheek, I let myself get lost in her warm gaze. “There’s a Luna position here with your name all over it, if you want it. Right here with me. Forever.”

She turns her face and kisses the palm of my hand, the sweet caress of her lips on my skin enough to send a jolt of desire through me.

“I might consider it,” she teases, stepping into me and resting her hand on my heart.

The last wall around my heart crumbles. I’m hers, to do with as she pleases. My fingertips catch a strand of her dark hair, and I admire how it glistens in the light, before running my fingers down its length.

“The only downside is I hear the alpha’s an angry asshole,” I warn her.

A laugh bubbles up inside Jamie, and I feel like I’ve won at life when she smiles up at me before resting her head against my chest.

“What do I have to do to get this job?” she asks, the smile clear in her voice, as I bend at the knees and sweep her carefully up into a bridal carry.

Holding her tightly to me, having her in my arms feels so right, I don’t ever want to let her go. Ducking my head down, I nuzzle into her neck, the side with no wound, and breathe deep.

Jamie’s thighs clamp together, and a little whimper escapes before she slams her lips shut. I’m not the only one suddenly impatient to make her role as Luna official.

“There are little ears listening. I’ll tell you when I get home… if you ask me nicely.” My breath against her ear makes her shiver, and when I give her lobe a sharp nip, I can scent how it affects her.

“Home?” she repeats, her fingers gently stroking the back of my neck, a slight flush to her cheeks. She still doesn’t understand how serious I am.

“Yes, little mate, home. It used to be my home, but now it’s our home, our pack, our life.”

Jamie’s nails delicately scrape my sensitive skin as she smiles up at me, sending tingles dancing across my skin. As I cross the clearing in front of the packhouse and march as quickly as I can toward the cabin, I curse my stupid idea to live this far away.

“I quite like being a rogue. Who says I’m ready to be tamed?” She nuzzles my neck and speaks the words against my skin, and I groan, all kinds of ideas for how I could show her who’s boss now filling my mind.

“I don’t want to tame you, little mate. You’re going to need every bit of that spirit for what I have planned.”

Jamie’s eyes darken, and her heartbeat picks up. As I suspected when she reacted so beautifully to my hand at her throat, my mate likes my dominant side.

Growling, I pick up speed until I’m practically jogging as I reach my small front yard and climb the steps two at a time with my bratty mate still in my arms. Kicking open the door, I head straight to my bedroom and set her down gently on the mattress, removing her shoes carefully.

When I pull back the covers to let her slide in, she looks up at me adoringly, and my chest swells with pride, loving the sight of her in my bed.

“Pretty nice accommodations.” She smiles as I gesture to the room around us, letting out a little gasp when she sees her meagre belongings already spread out around the room. “You already moved my stuff.”

Her eyes glisten as she sees a picture of her and Wyatt that I placed on the sideboard.

I pause stripping my clothes off and hold her gaze. “Too fast?”

She squirms, frowning at my fingers resting on my belt.

“Not fast enough.”

I laugh as her focus drifts lower when I pull the leather free with one swift tug and open the zipper on my trousers.

Jamie’s eyes blaze when I step out of them and palm the erection that’s straining at the front of my boxers. Her wolf is right below the surface. She catches her bottom lip between her teeth, and I groan when she releases it, and her breasts rise and fall with each breathless pant that falls from her lips.

“And when you’re well enough to be thoroughly fucked, I’ll take care of that too. Right before I sink my teeth into that pretty neck of yours and mark you as mine.”

Jamie groans in disappointment. “I’m fine now.”

I shake my head. “No, you’re not. But we have all the time in the world.”

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