Page 104 of Savage Games

But this first time I need to be sure.Because there’s no going back.If I sink inside her soft body, my wolf won’t let me leave without burying my teeth in her neck.

"This is forever, Naomi," I tell her, my voice rough."Are you sure?"

“Wyatt, please…” Her glowing eyes meet mine, and she pleads with me to do it, but I can’t yet.

"You're mine," I say, voice rough with need."Say it."

Her eyes lock with mine, clear and certain.She doesn’t hesitate."I'm yours.Make me yours."

I push in slowly, inch by agonizing inch, watching her face for any sign of discomfort.There is none, only wonder and heat and a hunger that matches my own.

“Wyatt,” she mumbles, eyes glazing over as I fill her completely, stretching her with each gentle thrust.

We’re perfect for each other, our bodies designed to work together, to fit.She takes me completely, our bodies fitting together as if made for each other.

When I'm fully seated inside her, I pause, letting her adjust.She feels incredible, tight and hot, like heaven wrapped around me.

“Fuck, Naomi.”Grinding my teeth together hard, I resist the urge to bite her right now, wanting to wait.

She shifts under me, testing, moaning, and gasping when her clit brushes against my pelvis.Her nails press into my skin as she holds on to me.

"And I'm yours," I tell her, the truth of it resonating in my bones."Only yours.I’ve been waiting for you, Naomi.All those lonely years.And it’s been worth it."

My voice breaks on the words, emotion threatening to overwhelm me.This woman has seen every part of me, the strength and the weakness, the control and the wildness, and still wants me.Still chooses me.

Her smile is blinding as she presses her palm to my face, and I turn my cheek to kiss it.

Then she rolls her hips harder this time, and all control shatters.

I withdraw almost completely before driving back in, rougher than I probably should, setting a pace that has her calling out my name.Her nails rake down my back, leaving trails of fire that only fuel my need.It’s frantic and sweaty.We’re wrapped around each other, her legs around my waist, and my arm under her hips, tilting her the right way.

The headboard slams against the wall with each thrust, the bed frame creaking beneath us.

"Harder."She demands, wild and uninhibited, her wolf rising to meet mine.“Fuck me harder.”

The command in her voice stirs something in me, not just lust, but respect.She's fought for her sister, faced down her alpha, and endured the Games.She's as strong as she is beautiful.

I oblige, hitching one of her legs higher to change the angle.The sound she makes is worth every second of pain I endured to get here.It calls to the animal inside me who wants to own each and every piece of her, body and soul.

"You're perfect."I growl, kissing and nipping at her neck, marking her everywhere except the one place that matters most."So fucking perfect."

Her inner walls flutter around me as her climax approaches.I slide a hand between us to circle her clit with my thumb, determined to send her over the edge before I follow.

A high-pitched whimper tells me she’s ready, her lips hanging open in a perfect O as her eyes glaze over.

"Let go," I command, teeth grazing the spot where her neck meets her shoulder."Come for me."

She does spectacularly, her back arching as she cries out my name.The sight of her lost in pleasure, the feel of her pulsing around me, pushes me toward the edge.

But not yet.

Not until she's mine completely.

"Do you want my mark?"I ask through gritted teeth, my fangs already down, ready to embed my scent into her skin for eternity, the question torn from somewhere primal inside me.

She nods, no hesitation again."Yes."

"Say it."I demand, needing to hear the words.

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