Page 103 of Savage Games

38

Wyatt

She tastes like heaven.

I've dreamt of this, of having her spread out beneath me, trembling and desperate, ever since we met.Of hearing those little gasps and moans that slip past her lips when I find exactly the right spot.Every twitch, every sound, teaches me how to please my mate, and I burn it all into my brain.

I could die happy, right here between her thighs.

Her hands fist in my hair, tugging just enough to send a jolt of pleasure-pain down my spine.I growl against her sensitive flesh, and she bucks against my mouth.

"Wyatt."She pants, her voice breaking on my name.“Yes, that’s it.”

I look up the length of her body, at her flushed skin, her heaving chest and wild eyes, and I feel something primal rise within me.An urge I’ve never felt with anyone else.To claim.To possess.

She’s mine.

The thought hits me with startling clarity.This is what I've been waiting for all these years without even knowing it.Not a pack.Not acceptance.Just her.

Nobody else is ever going to see her like this.Only me.Forever.

I slide two fingers inside her, curling them just so, and her back arches off the bed.Male satisfaction rises inside me as a cry falls from her lips, and she reaches for me, fingers wrapping around my forearm and digging in.

"That's it," I whisper against her inner thigh."Let me hear you."

She's close.I can taste it in the way she tightens around my fingers, in the frantic rhythm of her hips as she grinds against me, seeking what she wants and needs.

But I want more.

I want all of her.And I want her to be desperate for me.

I pull back, watching her face as pleasure fades to confusion, then frustration.Her wolf flashes in her eyes, displeased at being denied.Good.I want her as wild for this as I am.

“No,” she whines, squirming with need as I pull away, ignoring her whimper of protest.

I move up her body to capture her mouth in a bruising kiss.Let her taste herself on my tongue.She clings to me, arching into me, and throws one leg around my hip to pull my body down.

"Please," she whispers when we break apart, her hands clawing at my shoulders."Wyatt, I need you…"

"I know what you need."I growl, nipping at her bottom lip before pulling away.My wound pulls slightly as I stand, a reminder of how close I came to never having this moment.The pain only makes the sweetness of being here with her more intense.I won't waste this second chance.

I stand just long enough to strip off my remaining clothes.

Her eyes widen as they take in all of me, and I don't bother hiding my smirk as I admire her lean curves.She’s glorious.

Moonlight spills through the window, highlighting every perfect line of her body.Her dark hair fans across the pillow, her blue eyes sparkle as they travel down my body.The night air is cool against my heated skin, but inside, burning rages that only she can quench.

"Still worried about my injuries?"I ask, prowling back over her.

When she shakes her head, a flush spreads across her cheeks.“Does it make me a terrible person if I say I couldn’t care less right now?”

"Good."I rumble, settling between her legs again.I don’t want her thinking about anything else.

Nuzzling under her chin, I force her head back as I kiss up the length of her throat and around to the sensitive spot behind her ear, loving each gasp and whimper from my mate’s lips.

"Good."

I settle between her legs again, the head of my cock nudging at her entrance.She's so wet, so ready for me, that it takes everything I have not to thrust into her in one hard stroke.

---