Page 45 of Savage Games

Wyatt leans in close, stretching past me in the small space to wash his hands with an unhappy frown on his handsome face.

“What’s wrong?”Self-doubt creeps up inside me.I haven’t pleased him yet.Maybe that’s what he’s disappointed about.Dropping my hand, I run one finger up the length of his considerable erection through his trousers.

Wyatt growls, deep and dangerous, before straightening and grabbing my hands away once more.

“If you touch me again, I won’t be able to control myself.”

Confused, I pout.“But you… I haven’t…”

Realisation flashes across Wyatt’s face, and he cups my cheeks in his giant hands.“I’m upset at washing your scent off me.If I had it my way, I’d bury my face between your thighs and walk straight back into that fucking party.”

More clenching.More needy moans from me.More clenching of teeth from Wyatt.

“And I didn’t make you come because I expected something in return.I did it because I needed to please my mate.To show her we can do things no other male can.”

The possessiveness and jealousy are clear in his words, and in the way his wolf shines through his eyes.

“Well, I’m impressed, if that helps,” I say shyly.

Wyatt kisses me hard, and dips his head to suck and nibble my earlobe.

“You haven’t seen anything yet.”

16

Wyatt

My wolf would never walk away from his mate.But I left Naomi with no uncertain terms what would happen if I remained in there one second longer.

I can barely recall dragging her into that bathroom, but I’ll never forget the feel of her, the taste of her, or how she clung to me as she pulsed around my fingers.

In a tiny bathroom with people beating down the door to get in.

And she liked it.She fucking loved it.

After cleaning up, and with one more demanding kiss, I’d ushered her into the hallway, careful to leave enough distance between us that anyone lurking around wouldn’t see us exit together.

With every ounce of willpower I had left, I kept my feet rooted to the spot and ignored the primitive instinct to follow her and demand more.To catch my prey and overpower her.To dominate.

Because if I had pursued her, if I’d touched her again, it would only end one way: with my teeth buried in her neck.

Staggering, fighting my wolf with every step, I make it halfway to my quarters before I realise my fists are balled up so tight that my nails have cut into my palms, and there’s blood dripping from my fingers.

Get it together.

She needs me to be smart, to stay in this competition long enough to protect her from whatever Brad is holding over her, and to retrieve her sister, so Brad can’t hurt her in retaliation.Until I can get her sister safe, I have to be better than the rogue everyone expects me to be.

And resist the urge to claim her as mine that’s haunting my every thought.

I take a few deep breaths and battle to regain my composure.Except when I push open the door to my assigned room, the room I’ve mainly just used for storage while I’ve slept in the forest under Jax’s silent guard, that fragile control snaps.

The place is wrecked.

Clothes shredded, my duffel bag ripped open, and my belongings scattered and stomped onto the floor.My mattress is slashed open, and stuffing is pouring out with the springs on display.They weren’t trying to find anything.This is just pure destruction.

The unmistakable stench of urine soaking into what’s left of my bedding fills the air.

It’s not just my stuff they’ve ruined, and that’s what annoys me more than anything else.

---