Page 59 of Rogue Games

He steals the last couple of inches separating us and stares down at me. “They weren’t trying to knock you out of the competition, Jamie. If they cut that rope, knowing you’d fall into the canyon, they were trying to kill you. On my fucking territory.”

That’s what he’s so pissed off about? That someone dared do it on his land.

“Am I out?” I ask again through gritted teeth and wait.

Dean glares at me, chest heaving.

“Ow!” I yelp when he jabs me hard in my sore arm.

“Yes, you’re fucking out,” he seethes.

Rubbing my painful shoulder, I pivot away to shield it from his jabby fingers. That was harder than it needed to be to prove his point. Much as I hate it, he’s right. There’s no way I can compete while my wolf is still trying to heal injuries as bad as this, but he doesn’t have to be so smug about it.

It’s all up to Wyatt now. I’ll probably be sent packing by nightfall.

Dean peers out through the window, dragging a hand back through his messy black hair and frowns. It’s bright outside, and the rain has slowed to a mere drizzle. Opening the door, he sweeps his arm toward it, gesturing for me to lead the way out into the forest. I’d much prefer to stay here in this warm cabin, but I need to get back and speak to my brother before I’m booted off Dean’s territory.

“You’ll get to march me off your land now,” I say as I walk past him. “I won’t be bothering you with any more inconvenient questions or our pesky bond.”

Head held high, I do my best to pretend my hip doesn’t hurt, and my legs don't feel like jelly.

Thank God I didn’t give in to my wolf and take things further. It’s bad enough being kicked out after he’s seen me orgasm. I can’t imagine how bad I’d feel about myself if he was tossing me out with his cum still buried inside me.

Dean sighs.

“I already decided that considering the circumstances, and for your safety, you should stay. But you’re making me want to change my mind.”

It’s not for the reasons I’d want but I’ll take it. It buys me a little more time to look around.

As I pass, Dean’s hand snags mine, and I freeze, my fight or flight reflexes abandoning me completely as tingles dance across my skin. The contact sends a pulse of heat straight to my core. He leans down, slowly, his breath tickling my neck.

“Be careful, Jamie. I’m a man on the edge.”

Is that a warning, or a threat?

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DEAN

Am I out? Am I FUCKING out?!

That’s what she wants to know?

Jamie wakes up naked, in a strange house, badly injured after someone tries to kill her, and that’s her primary concern.

Her cum still coats my fingers, and she’s worried about the damned competition.

While my wolf admires her determination, the man in me despairs. I was so close to giving into temptation. If I’d parted her thighs, I could have slid inside and…

And what, Dean? Fuck her? Claim her? Walk her back to the pack with your seed still dripping down her thighs to introduce her to her mother?

The fact that now you know how she sounds, how she writhes when she comes, is bad enough. How are you going to stay away long enough to sort out this mess with Maggie now?

Struggling to keep both my temper and my libido under control, I slam the door shut behind me, watching her pad down the steps, long legs bare to the elements.

She still has no underwear on, stubbornly refusing to ask me for anything. Is that a me thing, or is it just that she’s so used to doing everything on her own? Neither answer sits well with me.

If I were a gentleman, I’d have helped her put on her clothes, but I couldn’t trust myself not to touch her. She fit so perfectly against me, and I slept soundly with her wrapped up in my arms… better than I can remember. And when she woke up, shivering with each clap of thunder, trying to be brave but pressing closer each time the thunder rattled the cabin, I got lost in the moment.

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