Page 29 of Rogue Games

Heat blooms inside me, but I shove it away. These are threats he’s whispering, not sweet nothings. Not that you’d know it from the way my wolf swoons.

“If you lay a finger on me…” I trail off, remembering how unwise it is to threaten an alpha, especially one we really don’t know yet.

“You’ll do what?” he dares, his wolf flashing in his eyes as he dips down to look at me head on. I flush, hating that he has me so flustered.

“I’ll scream.”

Dean quirks a brow, giving me a sexy smirk, as he lowers his voice and whispers. “I bet you would. I think I’d like to hear that.”

All rational thought leaves my brain, replaced by a confusing mixture of anger and desire. I want to stab my fingers in his black hair and kiss that smug smile right off his handsome face.

Deciding against saying any more, knowing I’ll make things worse for myself, I storm out, blindly marching down the hall. I need to get away from Dean, his arrogant mouth and his suffocating presence.

“Damn cocky alpha,” I mutter. I’ve come across plenty of alphas in my time, but this guy takes the tall, dark and dangerous biscuit.

“We’re not done here,” he calls after me, but I ignore him and hurry away. Suddenly, an arm wraps around my waist from behind and lifts me from the ground with ease, mid stride. He spins me around so fast that it takes me a second to get my bearings. Before I know it, he has me sitting on a sideboard, his rock-solid arms keeping me trapped. With one palm planted firmly right beside my head, he leans down and growls close to my ear.

“I said, we’re not done, little rogue.”

Does he mean this conversation, or in general?

Chests heaving, we stare into each other’s eyes, both seething and refusing to back down, not even sure anymore what’s got us both so riled up. Dean’s still holding my waist with one hand and his grip tightens, and I lean into the pressure, tilting my hips forward. My pelvis brushes his, and he growls, making my core flood with heat.

Heaven help me, but I love his grumpy attitude and rough touch, while my wolf is going weak at the knees for his strength and bossy attitude.

She wants a man who can put her in her place when she needs it.

“Alpha? Is everything okay?” The timid, concerned voice behind Dean snaps us out of our stare down, and Dean straightens, his big body still between my legs but no longer pressing against my parted thighs.

Dean’s anger evaporates immediately. He turns to give the gang of young teenage girls a winning smile. He releases his hold on me and steps back to give me my personal space, body language now relaxed and easy rather than coiled tightly and barely clinging to control.

I watch the girls fidget and inch backward. They’re scared. Maybe this is a scene they’ve witnessed before, when Dean’s father would attack his family. Maybe even other pack members.

Whatever it is that has them so spooked, I can feel Dean’s devastation at the fear in their eyes.

In a split second, I make a plan, and hope he’ll run with it. I lift my hand to Dean’s arm and run it all the way down, sliding my fingers into his looser grip until we’re holding hands. Resting my other palm on his chest, I scratch lightly against the material with my nails and look up at Dean with my best flirty smile. Leaning into his hard body, I mould myself to him in a display of possessiveness.

Dean stares down at me, stunned and confused. He has no idea what’s going on. I tilt my head to the side, peering past his broad chest and give the girls a winning smile. “It’s okay girls, I was just trying to convince the alpha to take me for a dance.”

A line appears between Dean’s eyebrows. He still doesn’t understand.

“It would be rude to refuse, right alpha?” The girls’ gazes drop to where our bodies are pressed together, and at how Dean has slung his arm around my shoulder, holding me tight to him, without even realising he’s done it.

“You’re right. That would be rude.” Dean sighs and closes his eyes briefly, before plastering a cheery expression on his face. “Forgive me, Jamie. Would you still care for a spin around the dance floor?”

When he hits me with a huge smile, his fan club literally clutch onto each other and squeal, nodding excitedly. Melting teenagers aside, I turn back to face Dean, my attention split between what’s going on and the rippling abs and bulging pecs under my palm.

“You dance?” I whisper.

He nods.

Shit.

“You can dance well?” I clarify, not wanting to end up with broken toes. I have a competition tomorrow.

“Don’t sound so shocked. I am an alpha after all.”

Dean makes a show of entwining our hands and brings my knuckles up to his lips for the barest of kisses. Our audience awaits, swooning at their alpha’s display of affection. It’s all for show, I remind myself. He wasn’t like this two minutes ago. Don’t let yourself get carried away.

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