Page 81 of Wild Games

"Yes." She gasps, meeting me thrust for thrust, as much as her position allows. “Do it.”

The words break something in me. My control snaps, and I start fucking her in earnest, hard and deep and claiming. My thumb finds her clit, circling in time with my thrusts.

She clenches around me, already climbing toward another peak despite just coming.

"That's it." I encourage, increasing the pressure on her clit while angling my hips to hit that spot inside her with every thrust. "Come for me again."

"Jax." She throws her head back, the chains rattling wildly as her second orgasm approaches. "I'm... I'm going to..."

"Do it," I command, though I doubt I could stop it even if I wanted to. "Come for your mate."

She does, immediately, and with force, with my name on her lips like a prayer.

The feeling of her pulsing around me, her walls gripping me so tight that it borders on pain, pushes me over. I follow her, spilling inside her with a growl that's more wolf than man. Myhips jerk with each pulse, pushing deeper, my wolf satisfied at marking her internally, even if we can't do it externally yet.

As we both shake with aftershocks, I bring my mouth to her neck. To that spot that calls to me, demands I claim. She tilts her head immediately, offering, trusting. My teeth graze the skin, and I can feel her pulse racing under my lips.

"Do it," she whispers. "Please, Jax. Make me yours."

My teeth press harder, almost breaking skin. It would be so easy. One bite, and she'd be mine forever. The bond would snap into place, and no one could separate us. My wolf roars approval, demanding I claim what's ours.

But I pull back at the last second, pressing a kiss to the spot instead.

She makes a sound of protest that turns into a sigh when I speak.

"Soon," I promise against her skin, breathing in her scent that’s mixed with mine.

I lower her carefully, making sure her legs will hold her up before reaching for the restraints. My hands are surprisingly steady as I unbuckle them, catching her wrists as they're freed. Red marks circle her skin, not from struggling, but from pulling against them as she came. I massage gently, working blood flow back into her hands, and kiss each faint line.

"You're incredible," I tell her, still awed by what’s just happened. "I can't believe you trust me like this."

"I'll always trust you," she says simply, like it's the most natural thing in the world.

I scoop her into my arms when she sways, her legs still too shaky. "Come on, let me take care of you."

I set her on the bed gently before retrieving a warm washcloth. She watches me with soft eyes as I clean between her legs, being gentle with her sensitive flesh. When I return to tuckher into my bed, she immediately reaches for me, smiling as I slide in beside her.

She throws a leg over mine and an arm across my chest, using me as a pillow.

I pull the thin blanket over us, marvelling at how right this feels. How calm and quiet my mind is.

"That was..." she starts, then trails off with a satisfied sigh.

"I know." I run my fingers through her hair, still processing everything. "Thank you."

With a soft kiss, I pour everything I can't say into the contact. All my fears, my hopes, and my desperate need to keep her safe. When we break apart, she's already drifting toward sleep, exhausted from the night's events.

"I love you," I whisper into the darkness. I don't know if she hears me, already half asleep, but I need to say it anyway.

I hold her close, listening to her breathing even out. My wolf is calm for once, more settled than I can ever remember.

Tomorrow brings the Games final and a very real possibility that they'll take me for assessment. But as I lie here with her in my arms, I feel something I haven't felt in years.

Hope.

Because if this woman can look at me, really see me—all my damage, my violence, my broken pieces—and still choose me? Still chain herself to my wall in the ultimate display of trust? Then maybe I'm not as far gone as everyone thinks.

This is worth fighting for.