Page 223 of The Delta's Rogue
His certainty was almost cute.
It’s only a split second of a reaction. We don’t give him time for more than that. Selene’s remark is a starting pistol for our attack.
I’m the first one on him, like we agreed I would be. I straddle his stomach, and with one claw dragged across his chest, I carve “2.5 million” into his skin.
The amount of Sebastian’s winning bid.
Zeus’s bellowing screams shake the room, but they don’t deter me. If anything, they drive me to attack harder. His blood—ichor—oozes from the brand I gave him. It travels across the ridges and grooves of his absurdly defined muscles before it drips onto the finely woven bed sheets. The drops leave stains that will never wash away, just like the scars on my body will never disappear.
Satisfied with my artistry, I straighten. Before I can leap off Zeus on my own, Sebastian’s arm wraps around my waist. He plucks me from the bed and places me gently on the floor, his stare locked on my handiwork. The briefest twitch of his lips is the only reaction he gives. He’s too focused on what he has planned for Zeus.
Sebastian raises his fist, and his movement launches the other four into motion. They join him, tearing into Zeus with no mercy and no restraint.
Brenna keeps Zeus pinned in place for the entirety of our assault on him. The only “action” she allows him are the screams that tear from his throat, screams that grow coarser and wilder as the attack wears on.
Reid is the fastest, slicing Zeus’s right arm off with one smooth swipe of his claw. Then he darts away, turning his back to the others so he doesn’t have to watch.
Maddie takes the remaining arm, and Nolan and Wesley attack Zeus’s legs. They start at his digits and slash into him all the way up his limbs. Then, like Reid, they each detach the limb from his body with one clean slice.
Sebastian takes his time. He traces lines across Zeus’s neck. Back and forth he zigzags, drawing a web of lacerations that matches the silver burn scars on my neck.
Then he cuts clean through it, removing Zeus’s head from his body.
Sebastian’s gaze slams into mine. His eyes—usually a rainy-day gray—are darker than violent thunderclouds. The amusement in them from seeing what I carved into Zeus’s skin is gone as if it was never there in the first place. They flash with the gold of his royal lycan.
My lycan howls in appreciation, and heat pools in my veins—a deep, ferocious fire that only he can tame.
He grabs a fistful of Zeus’s hair and carries the head over to me, where he drops it on the floor at my feet.
A prize. An offering. From a male to his female. From a king to his queen.
“Now none of them will ever hurt you again.”
Relief floods me.
It’s over. All of it is over.
Nuncio is gone. Amara is gone. Lyall is gone. And now Zeus is gone.
I’m free.
Tears fill my eyes, and I throw myself at Sebastian, smashing my lips into his. He grabs me, holds me tight, and kisses me back like nothing else matters, like there’s no one else in the world but the two of us.
We’re covered in Zeus’s blood, with his severed body parts scattered all over the room. But Sebastian tangles his fingers into my hair and tugs me closer until there’s no doubt in anyone’s mind that I belong to him.
As has been our luck lately, our moment is cut short.
A trickle of liquid softly splashes on the ground. Sebastian glances down then jumps back, twisting so I’m furthest away from Zeus’s detached head.
I stand on tiptoe, peering over his shoulder, where Reid stands in wolf form, a hind leg lifted over Zeus’s face and a stream of urine flowing into Zeus’s wide-open mouth. He then prances around the head like a show pony before shifting back into his human form, with his hands covering his junk and a beaming grin on his face.
“Did you just… Did you just pee on him?” I ask, eyes wide.
Reid nods. “In wolf form. Yes.”
Nolan gapes at him. “But you’ve never—”
“Peed in wolf form?” Reid finishes for him. “I know. But it felt like the right thing to do.”
