Page 44 of Savage Games

“Please,” I whisper, my need for him making me shameless.

Without warning, Wyatt yanks my hands away, and holding both of my wrists in one hand, pins them above my head where he has me trapped right beside the door.

“No.”

One simple word, but it breaks my heart.I want him to claim me.I want everyone to know I’m lucky enough to be his.And a selfish part of me wants Wyatt to rip Brad’s fucking head off, even if it means we’ll both be out of the competition with no home to go to and a whole load of trouble coming our way.

“Not like this,” he says, returning his lips to mine, nipping my lower lip and growling when I whimper with need.My core tightness, quivering, needing him to fill me.

Then Wyatt’s hand moves, slowly at first, grazing over my hip, one finger tracing an agonisingly slow path along the top of my trousers toward the sensitive skin on my belly.

I look up and lock eyes with my mate, his wolf shining brightly, but Wyatt clearly running the show.He waits, his expression frustratingly calm while I combust with need.

“Please Wyatt,” I beg.

With a tiny nod, his hand slips inside my trousers, tickling my bare flesh as he travels lower and swipes one finger through my dripping entrance.

“Fuck,” he groans.“I can’t wait to feel you around me.”His deep, sexy voice against my ear makes me squirm.It’s not enough.I’m about to demand more, no longer ashamed of asking for what I want.When he presses one thick finger inside me, and I raise up on my tiptoes, the sensations completely overwhelming.

Tingles explode inside me, and I gasp, digging my nails into the backs of his hands, where he still has them trapped over my head.

“So wet for me,” he says with smug satisfaction as he drives his finger out and in, then adds a second finger to stretch me even further.I’m a moaning, writhing mess when he uses his thumb to brush back and forth across my clit, turning my legs to jelly.

“Wyatt…” I whimper, panting hard into his neck as my toes curl and heat pools low in my belly.“I’m going to… I’m so close…”

I close my eyes, shaking my head against the power of what’s coming.

“Wyatt,” I cry out, and then clamp my mouth shut when I hear voices in the corridor outside.

“Shh, baby.”Wyatt clamps his lips down on mine, and I mewl and moan against his mouth as the pressure inside me builds to a crescendo.

Someone rattles the door handle, and Wyatt kicks out his heel, blocking the door from opening.

Wyatt’s fingers move faster, rubbing my swollen clit and stroking my sensitive insides, pressing against every electric nerve within me.

“Fuck off,” he shouts when someone tries the door again, his considerable power making me bear down on his fingers, filling the tiny room with his dangerous aura.

“Wyatt,” I moan against him, arching my back further, giving him all the access he needs.

I can’t stop.Couldn’t even if I wanted to.

Let them listen.Let them realise what’s going on in here.I’m too far gone, too delirious with pleasure to care.

After some grumbling, the footsteps retreat.

“Relax, they’re gone,” Wyatt whispers against my ear, and I whimper, lost to him.“Come for me, mate.”

Mate.

That one word throws me over the edge.

My emotions swell, building inside me, and pushing me up and over the crest of my orgasm.I cry out, tumbling over the far side, clinging to Wyatt as he bundles me up, smoothing my hair back and kissing my forehead tenderly as wave after wave of pleasure washes over me.

Blinking up at him, too stunned to speak, I let him lift me carefully by the waist, like I weigh nothing at all, and set me on the counter.

Without looking away, he brings his fingers to his lips, still shiny with my juices, and sucks them clean.

“Oh god,” I mumble, scarcely believing he just did that.When his eyes fall closed, and a throaty groan vibrates through him, my insides clench again.That was so fucking hot.

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