Page 100 of Savage Games

"You…" He growls, backing me toward the bed with slow, deliberate steps."…have been driving me crazy."

My heart hammers against my ribs as the heat of his body radiates through the thin fabric of my shirt.

"I…" I start, but his mouth crashes against mine, and I immediately melt into him.

The kiss is nothing like the careful, controlled ones we've shared before.This is hunger unleashed, primal, and raw.His teeth catch my bottom lip, and I gasp as a jolt of arousal travels straight between my legs, my core pulling tight.

My wolf rises to meet his, eager and welcoming, recognizing her mate on the most fundamental level.

My gentle giant isn’t so gentle behind closed doors, it seems.And I love it.

His mouth finds my neck, kissing the sensitive skin in a way that makes my knees buckle.Only his hand around my back stops me from falling to the floor.

I need to tell him before this goes further.Or maybe that’s what my brain is screaming at me, but my hands have a mind of their own, sliding under the material of his shirt to get my palms flush with his heated skin.

His muscles flex beneath my touch, strong and solid.I trace the ridges of his abdomen, the broad expanse of his chest, marvelling at the contrast between the softness of his skin and the hardness of the muscle beneath.The bandage on his back is a stark reminder of how close I came to losing him, making this moment even more precious.

Those pecs.That broad expanse of muscle.The sheer size of him.It’s intoxicating.

I’m drunk on my mate, and all the shoulds I’ve been telling myself I’d do before this happened suddenly doesn’t seem that important.

“You’re all I can think about,” he says, his voice so deep and husky, it vibrates through my body and sets every nerve ending on fire.

Which is why I need to pour some cold water on this right now, or I’ll never stop.

"Wyatt," I mumble against his lips, pushing lightly against his chest.

He groans, pulling back just enough to look at me.His pupils are blown wide, the gold in his irises a thin ring around darkness.He’s as lost to this as I am.

"We should talk," I say, trying to sound reasonable when every part of me is screaming to shut up and let him devour me.My hips roll into him, feeling the impressive bulge that’s straining to get to me.

"Later," he murmurs, dropping his head to trail kisses along my neck."Need you now."

His teeth scrape against my pulse point, and I gasp, tingles and lust making my vision swim.I dig my nails into his bulging biceps and tilt my head to give him better access to that perfect spot.

It would be so easy to give in, to let this tidal wave of need carry us both away.But a nagging voice reminds me that this isn't just about physical release.It's about a bond that will last forever.We only get one first time, and I don’t want to hurt him.

Shaking my head, I try to snap myself out of the daze I’m in.Satisfying your urges is not the most important thing, I remind myself.You need to be a good mate.

"But your injuries…"

He’s just been released, and here I am, ready to climb all over him.

"Healed."He straightens to his full height, and before I can blink, he's pulling his shirt over his head and showing me the perfect pink scar.

Holy.Shit.

Muscles ripple beneath tanned skin.The bandage that covered his back wound is gone, leaving only a faint pink line where the knife sliced him open.I run my finger over it, loving the goosebumps that appear on his skin, and the way he’s gone rigid, trying to stay still so I can see exactly how fine he is.

Jax's healing skills are impressive.What should have taken weeks to heal looks nearly mended, though I can sense through our bond that it's still tender.Wyatt's hiding the pain well, but it's there, a sudden grimace when he moves too quickly or stretches too far.

"See?"He takes my hand and places it over his heart."Good as new."

That wolfsbane should have killed him.Would have killed anyone else.

His heartbeat thumps beneath my palm, and mine races to match it.

"There's something I need to tell you."I insist, even as his fingers slide beneath the hem of my shirt, leaving trails of fire on my skin.My stomach tightens, and I whimper as a rush of arousal makes me lightheaded."Something important.Before it all comes out when we meet Blake tomorrow."

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