Page 2 of The Delta's Rogue
Piensa, Sarina. ¿Qué vas a hacer ahora?
But my choice to think about what to do next costs me, exacerbated by the strain on my body from sprinting for the past twenty minutes and from the alcohol I drank at the club. The males I ran from are closer behind me than I realized, and a needle pierces my skin at the crook of my neck.
I slap at the syringe, grabbing at the arm holding it and extending my claws to pierce its flesh. My claws meet resistance, however, blocked by some type of bullet or claw-proof fabric. I yank myself away from him, but another male grabs me, pinning me in place.
My shoulders heave as the plunger is pushed down, injecting me with wolfsbane. I struggle and writhe the entire time. I sense it creeping through my bloodstream immediately, my claws retracting without my permission as it winds through my system. The mixture they dosed me with must be potent—a higher dosage than what it should be for a female of my size—for it to work that quickly.
Gold Tooth’s arm wraps around my neck, and he drops the needle as he ensnares me, immobilizing my arms as his other one circles my waist. He squeezes me as tightly as a python compressing its prey, ensuring I cannot escape.
Stars prick into existence at the edge of my vision, and I fight against his hold, working to get air into my aching lungs.
Eye Patch and Crooked Nose laugh darkly as they watch me thrash like a mouse caught in a trap. They step closer and grab the discarded needle from the ground.
Eye Patch scans me with his uncovered eye, his grin widening at the exposed skin of my stomach and my legs. He licks his lips and toys with the ends of my dark hair, leaning closer and bringing his stale stench with him.
No. No, no, no.No te rindas, Sarina. No puedes dejar que te lleven.
I can’t give up. I can’t let them take me.
I kick out in front of me, aiming for his balls, but it’s like wading through mud, as if my limbs are filled with liquid lead. Every movement is sluggish, and my body is heavy.
A sedative. There was a sedative in that syringe too. Between that, the insanely high dosage of wolfsbane, and the heavy-handed drinks they served at the club, I’m weakening at a rate I shouldn’t be.
I’ll be powerless all too soon, completely cut off from my abilities. And my pack.
Panic rises within me, my thundering heart racing faster and pushing the drugs through my system.
Cálmate, Sarina.I need to calm down. The more I fight and the faster my heart beats, the quicker the drugs will work.
It’s too late, though.
Fear overtakes me. My movements become wild and frantic as I try to break free from Gold Tooth’s hold. I fling my head backwards, hoping to make contact with his nose, but Gold Tooth laughs at my attempts and spins us, pinning me between his body and the wall of the alley. The brick grazes the skin of my cheek.
“¡Mierda!” I cry out.Shit.
I jerk in his hold, and my fingers curl as I try to pry my arms free, but his hold on me is like a vise.
“Such a pretty little thing.” His dank breath in my ear reeks of beer, cigarettes, and salted peanuts. “She’ll catch a pretty little sum to match her pretty little face and body, won’t she, boys?”
He crowds me, his stance widening as he hovers over me, kissing my jawline and dragging his nose up my cheek. It circles around to the top of my head, and he inhales as he goes, a low groan vibrating in his chest.
My throat tightens, and I strain against his touch to pull away, but the hot brick wall in front of me prevents that.
His hand flexes against my hip then wanders, trailing across my stomach and down over my shorts.
I squeeze my eyes shut and press my lips together to smother any sound that might escape as he violates my body. My distress will only arouse him further, and I shiver with a silent, shuddering sob of disgust.
Gold Tooth cups my pussy through my clothing, fingers pushing up in a pulsing rhythm as he mimics the movements of his hand with his hips against my ass, making sure I feel his hardened dick.
I twitch, trying to move my crotch away from his hand or my ass away from his dick, but I’m weak and almost immobile with the cocktail of drugs and alcohol working their way through my body like oozing mud, rendering me useless—nothing more than a body for them to take and manipulate.
Gold Tooth twists us. Eye Patch grabs my wrists and yanks me forward as Gold Tooth continues groping me, taking advantage of my pathetic, hopelessly debilitated state. His lips wander along with his hands, kissing and stroking any bit of exposed skin he can find. With gloved hands, Crooked Nose pulls out a pair of silver cuffs.
Another silent, shaking sob works its way up through my body as I resign myself to this fate while still clinging to what little strength remains within me. My vision blurs as fuzz and static fill my mind, but at the edge of my consciousness, I feel the connection between myself and my pack members fading fast. I need to get through to them before the drugs and the silver completely block the connection.
Shutting my eyes again, I shoot off a mindlink, hoping it reaches my pack.
“They have me.”
