Page 33 of Savage Games

“No.No, Wyatt.Please don’t think that.”

She continues to stare up at me as I busy myself, making sure the conditioner is gone from her hair and pretending the hard-on that's now pressed against her soft stomach isn’t really there.

“I think I love you already,” she whispers, and I smile, keeping my emotions in check, even as my wolf practically cartwheels inside my head, and my chest feels like it’s ready to explode with joy.

“Great, you’re catching up.”

The words come out light, playful, but they're nothing less than the truth.I've fallen for her completely, helplessly.From that first moment in the field when our eyes locked, I knew she was it for me.The only one.The rest of my life.

Instead of picking her up and wrapping her legs around me like I long to, I press a tender kiss to her lips before stepping back and grabbing a towel for her, still keeping my eyes carefully averted as she takes it.

“Because I knew the second you spoke to me.”

Naomi makes no move to wrap the towel around her gloriously naked body, and my cock stirs again.Is she trying to break me?

I’m going to need a long, hard run after this.

Taking the towel, I drape it around her and hand her the two ends, which she takes silently, her brain spinning.

When she swallows hard, I can see her growing anxious again, so I pull her in for another hug and kiss the top of her head.

“I’ll wait until you’re ready, Naomi.Until then, we’ll get to know each other.No pressure.”

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Naomi

Wyatt’s lips brush my hair, and I moan at the scorching hot contact.Between the scent of him floating around me in the warm air, and his sheer presence, his physical bulk looming over me is making my senses run wild.

He’s so big, and strong and perfect, and he’s just begging to take care of me.I want to lean into it and stay safe, wrapped up in his enormous arms, but I can't.I can’t keep taking from him when I don’t know what I’m able to give back.

“I can’t breathe…” I mutter, my chest tightening with emotion and something else, a cloying mixture of fear and guilt.Wyatt doesn’t know me, or the woman I am.Or the mess that follows me.

Would he even want me if I told him the truth?That I helped my sister that night, and that I also have blood on my hands?

The memory flashes through my mind.Maddie's desperate call in the middle of the night, the frantic drive to her cabin, finding her huddled in the corner with Rowan on the floor.

So much blood.

"He wouldn't stop," she’d whispered, over and over.

Without hesitation, I helped her clean up, and I kept her secret.

Wyatt doesn’t stop me from pushing away; he’s too honourable to hold me back, to force me to stay, but even as I wrap myself tighter in the towel and avoid eye contact, wishing the earth would open up and swallow me whole, he remains there, sturdy and supportive.

“It’s okay, Naomi.Whatever it is.It’ll all be okay.”

He keeps saying that, but he doesn’t know that for certain.

A sob builds inside me.The dam’s about to burst and every awful secret is about to come pouring out until I hear voices outside, and someone rattles the door handle.

Wyatt curses as the distraction has me clamming up again.

I can’t tell him.Then he’d be complicit if I ever get dragged into an investigation.There are some secrets that need to be taken to the grave to protect the ones we love…

Which now includes Wyatt.

“Please don’t go,” he whispers, voice deep and husky, but surprisingly calm given the mixed signals I’m throwing his way.

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