Page 43 of Savage Games

Every second he has to sit there pretending we’re nothing to each other is shredding him from the inside out.Seeing me accept a gift from another wolf was the final straw, it appears.

As he hurries away, I chase after him.

“Wyatt,” I call, as I make my way through the crowd, attempting to head him off as he storms toward the exit.

Hearing his name on my lips, Wyatt turns, his wolf flashing in his eyes, burning gold under the lights.

I catch up and stop in front of him, only a foot away, but feeling a mile apart.

“That wasn’t what it looked like,” I whisper.“I didn’t want to take it, but what was I supposed to do?”

Wyatt stares past me, eyes blazing and fists clenched hard at his sides.The tendons in his neck bulge so far out that they look like they’re going to burst through his skin.

“I need to leave, Naomi.Right now.Don’t stop me.”Spoken through gritted teeth, his words are angry, and his tone harsh.

When I say nothing, not trusting my voice to stay strong as my world crumbles before me, Wyatt dips his head down next to mine, speaking so quietly, nobody else can hear.

“Because if I don’t get the fuck out of here immediately, I’ll claim you right here, in front of everyone who dares to look at you and wish you were theirs, including your joke of an alpha, who’s lucky he still has an arm after that stunt he just pulled.”

My breath catches as my insides coil tightly, and my panties dampen with lust.

Wyatt’s eyes fall shut as he picks up the faint scent of my arousal.“Naomi, unless you want me to fuck you right here, right now, you better run.”

Our eyes lock, and for a split second, I contemplate it.

But I definitely don’t run.And I’m still thinking about it when Wyatt grabs me and spins us so my back is to his front.Marching down the hallway, he crowds me, forcing me to keep walking.

“Wyatt?”My heart is pounding as we move away from the party and deeper into the house.As we pass the bathroom, he all but shoves me inside, slamming the door closed behind us.

“Wyatt?”I repeat, now wondering if I should have listened to him, because the way he’s looking at me with hunger shining in his eyes tells me there’s only one thing on his mind.

Me.

“I told you to run,” he mumbles, stepping into my personal space, eyes fixed on my neck as he brushes a strand of hair over my shoulder, exposing where my mark will go to his eager gaze.

I can’t breathe.I can’t speak.I can barely think as I watch Wyatt ease closer, dipping his head and using his thumb to turn my chin away and give him even better access.

“Right here,” he whispers as he presses a gentle kiss to my sensitive skin, declaring the spot above my clavicle as his.That tender touch is at odds with how he presses himself against me, pinning me against the wall, using one knee to part my legs, and his thigh to rub against my needy clit.

His lips and mouth lavish attention on my neck, sending shivers of pleasure through my tortured body as I shamelessly rub myself against his thick, muscly leg, needing the friction to ease the ache inside me.

He runs rough kisses up my jaw before claiming my mouth like I imagine he’ll claim me, strong, demanding, and without hesitation.I moan as his tongue tangles with mine, dominating me, melting me into the submissive mate I never thought I’d be.

He could ask me for anything right now, and I’d give it to him.

My hand reaches down between us and strokes the enormous erection pressing into my hip.I’m stroking him through his trousers, hard and desperate for him, before I even realise what I’m doing.

“You’re killing me,” he groans, and I know he doesn’t just mean now.He means outside this room, by not mating and marking him.By not letting him help me.

“Fuck me,” I whisper, my voice coming out in a breathy whine.“I want you, Wyatt.I need you.”

It’s a terrible idea.I don’t trust myself to keep my teeth to myself, let alone expect Wyatt to, but my body is ready to get reckless.

Wyatt curses, resting his forearm against the wall above my head and slamming his clenched fist against it hard.

“What are you doing to me?”he mutters to himself.

Again, I ignore the double meaning and rub my breasts against him, my hands sliding under this thin T-shirt and running over every delicious bump and dip of his abs, loving the fire I feel burning under his skin.

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