Page 27 of Rogue Games

Jamie turns slowly, her dark hair swaying around her shoulders in a glossy curtain as she comes face to face with me. Her gold eyes sparkle in the faint light pouring in through the back door. Her silky olive skin glows along her collarbone and down her slim arms.

She’s perfect. If I wanted a woman, that is.

The urge to pull her to me, to grip her locks tightly in my fist and tip her head back, is strong. I want to demand she tells me what the fuck she thinks she’s doing and kiss her senseless at the same time.

My wolf is displeased about her behaviour, whereas I’m downright suspicious.

I’m giving her and Wyatt the benefit of the doubt by letting them stay here, but really, I know nothing about them. Who’s to say they didn’t get kicked out of their last pack for stealing? Or worse?

When I demand she come with me, her expressive eyes give away her fear. She’s worried about what I’m going to do next, and damned if, for the first time in my life, I’m hesitant about cranking up the anger.

Any other wolf, and I’d make sure they knew exactly how badly they’d fucked up, but with Jamie, I’m holding back. I can’t bear for her to be afraid of me.

With our bodies mere inches apart, her body heat pressed against me, I can’t force myself to step back and give her more space. I stare at her full, dark pink lips and the temptation to step forward and taste them, to pull the bottom one between my teeth as I lift her up and wrap her legs around me is staggering. The warmth of her skin under my fingertips is heaven.

Imagining our bodies touching from head to toe, our limbs tangled as we fight for dominance, has my cock standing to attention and my wolf ready for action.

But that would be a terrible idea. I’m judging the competition she’s entered, and as a rogue, she’s vulnerable here. I’m supposed to be leading by example, I remind myself, trying to pour some cold water on my red-hot libido.

If she were your mate, it would be different. But she’s not.

With great effort, I peel my fingers from her luscious hips and close my hands into fists, hanging awkwardly at my side, to stop myself from touching her again. I know I won’t be able to wash her scent from my skin tonight. Wrapping my fingers, coated in her scent, around my hard cock is as close as I’m going to get to the real thing, depressing as that is.

I need to get this woman out of my head, but right now, staring into her hooded, sultry eyes and loving how her breasts rise with each shallow pant, I don’t want to. I want more.

A fallen battery rolls from the bench and clatters off the tiled floor, breaking the spell between us. Suddenly, I remember exactly why I should ignore how delectable she is. She’s snooping around my packhouse, in the middle of the night, looking in places where she really shouldn’t be.

Jamie’s up to something, and I need to figure out what it is.

Ignoring the mess on the floor, I crook my finger at her, enjoying her indignation at the gesture, then head for the door without looking back. “Follow me.”

There’s enough of a pause, that for a delicious moment, I think she’s going to defy me. But then, I hear her boots crunching on broken glass and scattered tea lights as she reluctantly trails behind me into the dimly lit corridor. No longer surrounded by her intoxicating scent, my brain finally kicks into gear.

And I’m pissed. Really fucking pissed. Both at her brazen disrespect within my own house, and my reaction to her. She’s testing my control in every way.

When I get to the official alpha’s office, I push the door wide, keeping it open with my splayed palm as I stand back and wait for her to pass. Head held high and chin tipped up defiantly, she struts inside, pretending to be unbothered by the anger pouring off me. As I let the door swing closed, I smile to myself at her obstinate attitude. This is going to be fun.

Jamie stands in the middle of the floor and takes a good look around with her hands clasped behind her back. Does she have any idea how incredibly hot she looks in those leather pants? Of course she does, I think ruefully, otherwise she wouldn’t be wearing them. I shouldn’t doubt how clever this little rogue is. She’s managed to wrangle a spot in the competition and the packhouse.

Who’s to say seducing an alpha isn’t the next part of whatever her plan is?

“Sit.” My command is harsh, giving away a little of how frustrated I feel. I’m teetering on the edge, unsure what to do or how to act, something I’ve never experienced before. One thing I do know is that this woman is dangerous to my sanity.

Jamie’s eyes flash at the disrespect, but she doesn’t challenge me. She knows that she could be on the verge of being eliminated from the Alpha Games. With a tiny huff, unable to stop herself from showing some attitude, she drops her perfect ass onto a seat and primly folds her hands in her lap. Probably to stop herself from giving me the middle finger.

Instead of walking around to the far side of my desk, or my father’s desk really, I move closer to her. Leaning my hip against the antique wooden table, I fold my arms over my chest and pause to steady myself. Jamie’s astute gaze registers my dishevelled state. My tie is gone, tossed angrily onto the ground outside the back door, and I’m missing the top button of my shirt where I yanked the collar open, unable to breath with it done tightly around my neck.

That’s what this woman is doing to me.

I can think of a million different things I should be dealing with right now, but there’s nowhere I’d rather be, fucked up as that is.

“Care to tell me what you were looking for when I interrupted you? Something valuable perhaps?” My tone is condescending, and my thinly veiled accusation has the desired effect.

Jamie’s high cheekbones flush pink, and her cheeks hollow slightly. She’s offended by the suggestion that because she’s a rogue, she must be a thief.

Her wolf is just below the surface, and I’m tempted to keep provoking Jamie until she shifts, just so I can get a look at her animal. I bet she’s sleek, dark, infuriatingly insubordinate, and fucking magnificent. Just like her human.

“I wasn’t stealing anything,” she grits out, holding back what she really wants to say. Which is probably for me to fuck off.

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