Page 104 of Rogue Games

I laugh at her disgruntled huff.

“Rest first, little mate.” Climbing in beside her, I make sure she’s lying on her good side before I curl my big body around her back and then pull her flush to me.

She gasps as my cock rests thick and heavy against her backside.

“Ignore that,” I mutter, letting my lips slide against her warm skin and loving how her scent mingles with mine on the sheets.

“Saying that didn’t work the last time, either.” When she wriggles, she rubs her ass against me in a way that has me considering whether it was wise to bring her back here at all.

I clamp one big hand down on her hip and hold her still, wrapping my lips around her shoulder and gently pressing down with my teeth until her breath hitches and she stills.

“Rest. Because tomorrow, I’m not letting you out of this bed until you’ve come so many times you forget your own name.”

Jamie freezes, and I smile, knowing she’s weighing her options. “That sounds pretty good. Maybe just a little nap then.”

My lips pepper the back of her shoulder and neck with gentle kisses, and I stroke down her arm, moving my hand to rest on her stomach until she finally relaxes and melts into me. It reminds me of how we fell asleep the night I found her shivering and scared on the ledge, except this time, I know she wants to be mine, too.

47

JAMIE

When I wake up this time, I know exactly where I am. Dean’s bed, wrapped up in my mate’s arms.

Not in a luxurious but lonely room in the packhouse. Not a musty cabin in the forest, or a sterile hospital bed. But in my new home, with the man who says he’s going to make me his.

Dean’s lying behind me, one muscular arm protectively around my midriff. The gash on my side is well healed, and his fingertips tickle my stomach as he runs them up and down my exposed skin as he dozes beside me.

Liquid heat pools in my core, and I’m loath to disturb him, but I don’t think I can stay still for another second while he lies beside me.

Especially after all those promises he made before bed.

Wriggling out from his grasp, I roll onto my other side to face him and inch closer, admiring his strong jaw and the dark lashes that fan across his cheek. His eyelids flicker as I let my hands skim over the bulging muscles in his arm and his solid chest.

“Don’t you know it’s a bad idea to wake a sleeping alpha?” He rumbles, his arm snaking out to drag me closer to him once more.

“I thought that was babies,” I tease, a jolt of excitement coursing through me as he slips one hard thigh between my legs.

“Same thing.”

When I rock against him, he groans, low and husky from sleep. Without opening his eyes, he raises his leg, increasing the pressure against my sensitive clit, forcing a gasp from my lips.

“You’re supposed to be resting,” he warns, his hand sliding up my side and under my T-shirt until his thumb brushes the underside of my breast. The tingles that dance across my skin have my nipples hardening immediately as he palms and massages them gently.

I slip my hand between us and graze his huge cock.

“You made a lot of big promises earlier. I need to make sure you’re not full of it before I make any life-changing decisions.” Before I can wrap my hand around it, Dean’s eyes flash open, and he flips us so I’m beneath him, and he looms over me, forearms resting flat on the pillow on both sides of my head.

“Because you’re always so cautious,” he murmurs sarcastically as he kisses my collarbone before gently peeling back the bandage covering my neck.

I’m about to make a smart comment but when his chest rumbles, the vibrations travelling straight to my heated core, I can barely breathe, let alone speak.

“Good as new,” he says, satisfaction clear in his voice, and his eyes slowly move from my neck to my face, then lock onto mine.

Suddenly, the playful atmosphere between us shifts, and the air is heavy with anticipation. This is it. There’s no going back.

“I’d just like to s…” I never get to finish that thought.

Dean’s lips crash onto mine, and there’s no tentative build up. He claims my mouth like it’s been his to devour all along. It’s possessive and dominant, and I love it.

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