Page 56 of Rogue Games

Dean shifts position, the hand on my hip sliding down my leg, stroking up and down my thigh, making my body purr for his touch.

A sigh falls from my lips, as he massages my shoulders and down my back, easing my tight muscles. His chest rumbles as the scent of my arousal blooms in the air.

As he rocks against me, I’m reminded that I’m not the only one being affected by the close contact. Gently, he runs his hand up my inner thigh and stops at the apex, waiting for me to part them and grant him permission.

I should say no. This is only going to make a complicated situation worse.

“I can distract you if you’d like?” His lips brush my neck, and I melt, suddenly desperate to taste a little of what’s on offer.

I’m out of the competition. Tomorrow, I’ll have to leave, and it’ll be up to Wyatt now to try and find out more about our mother. This could be the last time I get with this man. How do I want to spend it?

Inching my thighs just a tiny bit apart, Dean’s growl of approval has me melting. Anticipation curls up inside as his finger slips through my folds, teasing my clit, and swirling my wetness all over.

Reaching back, I wrap my hand around the back of his neck and scratch his skin gently. He turns his head to the side, nipping the inside of my forearm gently with sharp teeth as he pushes one finger inside me. I cry out, overwhelmed already by the intensity of the sensations I’m feeling. I don’t think I can handle any more but even so, I arch further into him, allowing him easier access.

“Dean,” I gasp, and he vibrates harder, his hungry growls filling the air of the small room.

With lazy strokes, he brings me higher and higher, his fingers dancing across my nub while his palm grinds down, giving me the pressure I need.

“That’s it,” he praises as my walls tighten around the finger still pressed inside me. The wave building within me is slow and steady, and combined with the soft caress of his lips and tongue on the sensitive spot behind my ear, the pleasure grows and grows. The raging storm outside is completely forgotten. The roof could come off and I’m not sure I’d notice anything but the all-consuming craving I have for this man.

“Yes, Jamie. Come for me, little rogue.”

I melt in his arms, liquid heat spreading from my fingers and toes, until my climax breaks, and I come, twisting in his arms, but kept still by his powerful hold, his fingers stroking me through my release, as he peppers tender kisses across the back of my shoulder and neck.

“That was amazing,” he mutters, and I frown, thinking that should be my line.

“I don’t trust you,” I mutter, my thoughts hazy and dreamlike, as I drift off again safe in his arms.

“I know, little rogue, and I’m sorry,” he says, his fingers teasing my hair once again lulling me into a trance.

27

JAMIE

Sunlight trickles in through the windows, and the steady sound of rain pounding on the roof has finally stopped.

It’s morning. Back to reality.

“How do you feel?” Dean’s words are quiet, but their meaning is loud. He’s not asking about my arm.

How do I feel? Horny. Flustered. Confused. Like begging him to fuck me properly before he sends me on my way.

“Okay.” This is my attempt at playing it cool. I don’t think it’s working. Internally, I’m freaking out. Because instead of regretting what we did, my wolf wants more. Much more.

“Just okay?” he asks, his lips brushing across my exposed shoulder, his teeth grazing the sensitive skin.

“Maybe a little more than okay,” I admit, feeling brave and vulnerable all at the same time with the complicated alpha still wrapped around me, his thick cock pressing into my hip.

Dean chuckles, and the rumbles from his chest have my belly coiling up tight. This side of Dean is one I could get used to.

Should I take what I want? Or protect myself against the later humiliation of finding out I fell for the man who’s holding my mother hostage.

“So, what do we do now?” I ask.

Take things slow while he tells me all about what happened to my mother. Hide out here and get to know each other. All of these would have been acceptable answers.

Instead, Dean goes still and pulls back, just an inch, but it may as well be a mile.

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