Page 105 of Rogue Games

“Mine,” he growls, dark and demanding, as his hand slides to my chest, and he extends one claw, just enough to slice the material from neck to hem. He parts the two torn pieces carefully and dips his head, taking one hard nipple between his lips, and sucking it gently.

It feels like the pull from his mouth travels straight to my core, and I whimper, a pathetic, needy sound that gives away just how much I crave this.

As he lavishes attention on the first nipple, Dean hums, and my hips lift of their own accord, up from the mattress, my back arching into his mouth.

“Fuck,” I cry out, already seeing stars as he pops off and slides lower, feathering my belly with light kisses and teasing touches. His tongue passes over the thin skin on my hips and I clench, already losing myself to my desire.

“You belong to me, Jamie,” he whispers, his hot breath branding my pussy through my thin underwear.

“Yes.” I pant, squirming with need as he hooks two fingers in the waistband and inches them lower, agonisingly slowly.

“Say it,” he demands, a smug look on his face, as I glare down at him, looking so devilishly handsome, resting on his elbows between my parted thighs.

“You belong to me.”

When he slaps my pussy gently, a sharp jolt of electricity zings through my clit at the harsh treatment, and I jump, scowling at him when I recover from the confusing mix of pain and pleasure.

“I will, soon, but we’re focusing on you right now.” Lowering his head, he licks my clit right as his finger swipes across my entrance, finding me dripping wet. “And I think, not a moment too soon.”

He seals his mouth over me and tastes my juices, humming in pleasure at the flavour he only got a tiny sample of before. His eyes glow, his wolf pushing forward as he devours me, licking and sucking while he slowly pushes one finger then two inside my tight channel.

“Dean, Dean,” I pant, one hand finding the back of his head and pushing him harder against me, the other finding the headboard behind me and trying to pull me away from the overwhelming sensations coursing through me.

I’ve never had anyone go down on me before. Now I realise what selfish bastards they were to keep this from me. Or maybe, it’s just so amazing because it’s Dean. Regardless, it’s my new favourite thing.

My legs shake, quivering as I clamp my thighs around his head. He growls and shoves them apart roughly before diving back in for more. When he thrusts his fingers harder into me, I’m lost, throwing my head from side to side and mumbling an incoherent string of words as I try to explain what’s happening to me.

Every muscle in my belly tightens as my release builds inside me, swelling like a wave about to crash on the shore.

“Mine!” Dean demands, sucking my clit hard into his mouth as he curls his fingers, brushing against the inside wall of my tight heat and humming in satisfaction when I buck into his arms.

Fireworks explode behind my eyes. My entire body lifts off the bed, and I arch upward, warmth and tingles spreading from every finger and toe before they crash in my core and set a gush of my juices squirting from my body.

Dean’s teeth sink into my upper thigh, and I scream, another wave of orgasm rolling through me, as I dig into his scalp with nails, pressing him harder against me.

“Yours.” I whimper as all the strength leaves my limbs, and I sag back against the mattress, every cell in my body alive with the strength of the connection cocooning us where we lie.

Dean pulls back, a feral grin on his face, as he licks me clean and kisses his way back up my body, stopping to give each nipple a gentle nip with his teeth.

I reach for him, pulling him back up until we’re face to face, and yank his head toward me, pouring every bit of love and devotion I feel into this one kiss.

Again, I slide my hand between our bodies only for Dean to thwart my efforts by catching my wrist and yanking it back behind me.

“That’s enough excitement. If you let me sink inside that tight pussy of yours, I won’t be able to stop taking you until morning.”

Does he not understand he’s threatening me with a good time?

“You say that like it’s a bad thing.”

Dean chuckles, amused by my enthusiastic reaction. “Unfortunately, Luna. We have duties to attend to. This is the downside of leading a pack.”

Luna. Fuck. On what planet did I ever think I’d be someone’s Luna? Can I really do this?

Dean senses my rising nerves and strokes his fingers along the teeth marks now embedded in my upper thigh. Shivering as desire blooms once again, my belly and my arousal floods my core once more, and I watch as he stares, entranced at the mark.

“You could have bitten my neck. It’s not sore anymore.” I appreciate the thoughtfulness of biting me somewhere else, but it was unnecessary. My wound will fade to nothing, if it hasn’t already. And if I’m honest, I like the idea of wearing his mark on my neck where people can see it.

Dean rolls me onto my back in one smooth movement, and I swallow hard, trying to ignore the thick hard cock nestled at my entrance, the thin fabric of his boxers the only thing stopping him from sliding home. The drag of his rough stubble against my skin as he nuzzles into my neck has my breath hitching.

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