Page 102 of Savage Games

His eyes are calm now, human once more."Was he a good guy, Naomi?Or did he deserve what happened to him?"

My heartbeat picks up just recalling all the times I’d seen him publicly disrespect my sister, or when I’d call around, and she’d be limping, or covering up a new bruise.I think of all the pain Maddie endured, the way she would shake when she heard his car in the driveway, how she stopped laughing, stopped living.

"He was the worst," I whisper, voice catching."He deserved an even more terrible fate than what he got."

Something shifts in Wyatt's expression.

"Good," he says simply.“Goddess, you’re something else.”

And then his mouth is on mine again, hands tangling in my hair, as he lowers me to the bed.

"You're not upset?"I gasp between kisses."That I helped cover up something so horrible?Maybe I could have saved him."

Wyatt’s hands find my breasts, and he massages them gently, thumbs teasing my nipples as he toys with my body.

"You protected your sister.”He growls against my throat."You did what you had to do."

Relief floods through me, so intense that it burns behind my eyes.He believes me.

His hands travel down my sides, gentle despite the fury in his eyes."No one will ever hurt either of you again.Not while I'm breathing."

The fierce protectiveness in his voice makes my heart twist.

"Now," he says, voice dropping to a rumble as he settles between my thighs."No more talking about other men.Dead or alive."

His fingers trace patterns on my inner thighs, edging closer to where I'm already embarrassingly wet.I need him.Fuck, I need him to touch me there so badly.

"But your back… we should wait.You need to rest."I try again, concern flickering through the haze of need.I’m supposed to be taking care of him, not the other way around.

Wyatt's laugh is dark chocolate and sin."Sweetheart, I'm not the one who's going to be exhausted when this is over."

The promise in his words sends heat pooling in my belly.His gaze rakes over me, possessive and hungry, as he positions himself between my legs.The weight of him pressing me into the mattress feels right.

"I've been holding back," he murmurs, lips skimming down my stomach."Being careful.Being gentle.But that’s not really my nature.Not my wolf’s either."

His tongue darts out to taste the skin just below my navel.

"Not anymore."

I shudder beneath him, my wolf rising to meet his challenge.She doesn’t want him to be gentle or careful.

"You've seen the controlled version," he continues, settling his broad shoulders between my legs, his breath hot against my core."But that's not who I am.Not really.My wolf is too dominant.He’ll demand your submission.He’ll enjoy a good tussle, but he needs to be the boss."

His eyes lock with mine as he hooks my legs over his shoulders.His lip curls in a smile when he sees I’m nodding eagerly.We’re a perfect match.

"This is who I am."He growls."And I'm done pretending."

Then his mouth is on me, and coherent thought scatters like leaves in a storm.His tongue is relentless, finding every sensitive spot, discovering what makes me gasp and what makes me moan.The stubble on his jaw creates a delicious friction against my inner thighs.I tangle my fingers in his hair, urging him closer, silently begging for more.

I arch off the bed, a cry tearing from my throat as his tongue slides through my folds.He holds my hips down with one massive hand splayed across my stomach, keeping me exactly where he wants me.

This isn't the tentative exploration of a new lover.This is possession.Claiming.

And I surrender to it completely.

As pleasure builds within me, the room seems to fade away until there's nothing but Wyatt and me connected in the most intimate way.The bond between us strengthens with each passing moment, a golden thread weaving our souls together.

When release finally crashes over me, it's not just my body that finds ecstasy, but something deeper, more profound.And as Wyatt kisses his way back up my body, his eyes glowing with satisfaction and love, I know without a doubt that I was made for him, and he for me.

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