Page 204 of The Delta's Rogue
I grab my left wrist with my right hand, tracing the circle of scars. I may be bait again, buthe’shere this time. There is a plan instead of me running and dodging through dark alleys, hoping for the best. I have my full strength, and more, instead of a weakened system from the drinks at the club that they likely spiked to ensure the females were at their most vulnerable.
The wolf Nuncio fights—Mason, one of Maya’s mates from Wesley’s pack—catches my eye and backs away from the fight. Which leaves Nuncio alone.
Nuncio cackles and turns to find his next foe, his next victim. When his beady eyes land on me, he stops all movement. He blinks three times, and then a wicked, ugly smile spreads across his face, flashing his gold tooth at me.
Pinche maldito asqueroso cabrón.Fucking disgustingbastard.
“Well, well, well.” Nuncio rubs his hands together in excitement and stalks towards me, licking his lips. “My little rogue. All alone again.”
Sebastian’s roar in my mind is so loud it rattles my brain and sets my teeth on edge.“I’ll fucking kill him,”he bellows.“I’ll kill him for calling you that.”
“Soon.”I send a calming wave of love down the bond to him.“We’ll kill him soon. Just let him think he’s won for a little longer.”
Sebastian’s answering growl spreads warmth to my fingertips and puts a small smile on my face.
Nuncio’s eyes catch on that smile, and he preens. “What’s that smile for? Did you miss me?”
He chuckles and walks closer. I clench my teeth and hold my ground.
“That’s it, isn’t it? You missed me. You had a taste of what I could give you, and you want more.”
Bile rises in my throat. I breathe through it.
I keep my eyes on him and my feet planted, but beneath my façade I’m a terrified, quivering rabbit cornered by a fox. The only thing keeping me from bolting is the murderous rage flooding towards me from my mate. It strengthens me, because I know that once I give Sebastian permission to give in to it, this piece-of-shit male in front of me will beg for our mercy.
We won’t give it to him. Not one ounce. Not one shred.
“That desire is mutual, Little Rogue,” he whispers when he’s within arm’s reach of me. “The taste of you I had before? When you were unconscious and tied up in the back of the van? Unconscious, completely helpless, and unable to do anything?” He groans, and it’s like a bucket of ice water was poured over me. “Well, let’s just say I’ve been dying for another taste ever since.”
Sebastian snaps. He reactsbefore I have a chance to.
He leaps from his hiding place with a roar of vengeance, his eyes as dark as thunderclouds. His fangs descend from his gums, and his claws extend. He attacks Nuncio from the side, slicing across his groin.
The fabric rips, blood flies into the air in harsh pulses, and Nuncio yells in terror and surprise. He crouches, doubling over in pain, and a small, wrinkled, flesh-colored body part falls to the ground out of his shorts.
Nuncio’s dick.
Sebastian cut Nuncio’s dick off through his shorts.
Nuncio snarls and spins towards Sebastian. “You motherfuck—”
Sebastian’s fist meets Nuncio’s cheek and cuts both his curse and his attack short. A tooth flies out of Nuncio’s mouth, along with a large wad of saliva and blood, and he grips his jaw, stumbling backwards from the force of Sebastian’s punch.
“I believe you’ve met my mate once before?” I smile with dark delight as I watch Sebastian rain blow after blow on Nuncio’s body.
Sebastian doesn’t pause, doesn’t take a break, doesn’t leave any opening for Nuncio to attack back.
Blood drips down Nuncio’s legs from where he lost his dick and spills from his nose, eyes, and mouth. Bruises form beneath his skin, and he stumbles around, barely keeping his footing on the blood-soaked groundbeneath him.
“Who…”
Sebastian pauses his assault long enough for Nuncio to glimpse his face.
“You!” Nuncio snarls. “You came to my club! You—” He launches towards Sebastian.
Before Nuncio can reach him, a silver collar flies through the air, held aloft by Rune’s magic, and attaches itself to Nuncio’s neck.
Mysilver collar. The one he put on me, the one I wore for weeks.
