Page 134 of Cruel Games

Her grin widened, and she leaned over my chest, her fingers drawing lazily on my skin as she adjusted herself above me.

“Santiago,” she breathed against my ear as she rocked against me and took me inside her heat, warm and wet andholy shit was this what I’d been missing all this time? Fucking hells, this was?—

“Who told you my name?” I growled, leaning up on my elbows as she bounced on me, riding me in a way I’d never seen a wolf recreate. It felt so good, I thought I might explode if she stopped, so I didn’t move to change a thing, even though I yearned to flip her around, lean over her, and fuck her into the mattress.

Where did that come from?

“You did,” she whined, rising and falling as she swallowed my shaft with her body, over and over, dragging the damn thing out of her almost to the tip before she fell on it again. “Last night.” She dropped her voice in a poor mockery of my own snarling growl.“My name is Santiago. And I’m never letting you go.”

Did I really say that?

“Stop lying,” I panted, covering my face in shame. “No.”

Her hands dragged mine away from my face. “I loved it,” she insisted, baring her teeth at me. “Bring him back. I’d like to meet the unrestrained beast you turn into when you catch your prey.”

Like a switch had been flipped inside me, I yanked her off my cock, flipping us over on the mattress so that she was pressed into the sheets. Growling, I slipped a hand under her waist and yanked up, baring her ass to me as she bent under my hand and whined. Her legs spread as I knelt between them, and with a groan, I sank myself into her wet pussy, my sounds animalisticand raw as I claimed her, released the beast I’d been raised as, my hips slamming into her with reckless abandon.

I needed this. Needed her. Needed to breed her like I was in a rutting frenzy myself. My whole world zeroed in on her, and she arched her back, looking back at me with a wink and a smile.

So I grabbed her hips and went deeper, arching over her back so I could grab her hair with my free hand and tilt her head to meet mine.

The whimper that left her lips as I claimed them mid-thrust was mind-numbing, intoxicating, beyond erotic. I came inside her, hips bucking wildly as she reached a hand between her legs and touched herself.

Shame washed through me at the thought I might’ve forsaken her pleasure in search of my own. I opened my mouth to apologize, until?—

“Fffuuuuckkkkkkkk,” she groaned, burying her face in the sheets as she shuddered around me, muscles clamping down on the length of my cock. She throbbed around me, and I groaned as her body milked me for every last drop of my seed, desperate and needy and awash with pleasure.

She whispered my name as her shudders ceased and collapsed into the sheets, spent and sated.

Suddenly, apologizing was the furthest thing from my mind.

The whole night,we tried every position, speed, and technique she could think of. They were all so new and exciting that I was eager to revisit my favorites—and hers—at the first opportunity.

By dawn, we were just starting to drift to sleep. I’d never felt so . . . happy.

Yes. That was the word I wanted. This was happy. This was contentedness. This, being with her, enjoying each other,keeping warm in each other’s arms, was the thing I’d lacked for so long. She filled a void in me that I didn’t even know I had, and I couldn’t imagine another day of my life without her.

As she murmured my name in her sleep again, a soft smile spread across my face.

We are such stuff as dreams are made on, and our little life is rounded with a sleep.

I would sleep, but this time, when I opened my eyes, she’d be here. A part of the Neon Dogs forever now.

Ours.

Mine.

Always.

EPILOGUE

IVY

“I hate these kinds of parties,”I moaned, walking around the room on each of their arms in turn as they allowed me to show them off like prized show dogs. Even Jackal was on his best behavior as people as powerful as the Mayor himself waltzed through the doors of the event of the season.

Lilly St. Clair held a black-tie gala every year to commemorate the creation of the Guild. She charged at the door for anyone not a member of this exclusive group. The proceeds went to charities she approved of, and people clamored for the chance to get a glimpse of the secretive asylum and its residents—to rub elbows with criminals.

I’d shaken a million and one hands, introducing myself and my dogs to every unfamiliar face at the behest of our benefactress and boss, Lilly herself. But my patience was growing thin, and Jackal’s side chatter was growing increasingly naughty. He was on the fast track to being punished, and if I weren’t careful, he’d likely pull his dick out right here in front of the mayor just to get my attention.

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