Page 12 of The Delta's Rogue
Why does that name on her lips turn me into a puddle of molten silver at her feet? Goddess, what is this little rogue doing to me? How can she drive me so completely insane and yet lure me in at the same time?
If she were anyone else, I’d bite her head off for calling me that, for trying to manipulate me with her sweetness. But this female… There is something about her I can’t resist. I may deny it to my friends, but there’s no use denying it to myself.
I want her.
I know what will happen if I take her to The Black Door with me. She’s a tempting little thing—pure sin with those wide brown eyes framed by thick dark lashes and plump lips accentuated by sharp, high cheekbones. Her body will catch the eye of every member in there tonight. Invitations to play will be extended to her from all corners of the club. The idea of someone other than me touching her has my blood boiling and my lycan growling in my mind, both of us ready to tear out the throat of anyone who even thinks about doing so.
She’s nothing to me. She’s not mine. Sarina is old enough to make that choice for herself, to say no to any unwanted advances. But I don’t want there tobeany advances.
There’s only one way I can bring her with me and ensure no one lays a hand on her unless I let them, which I won’t. Only one way to be the only one to touch her the entire time we’re there.
“Fine.” I lift my head and stare down at her authoritatively. “You can come with me, but on one condition.”
She blinks at me, her heart racing. “What?”
“You have to pretend to be my sub.”
“I thought we weregoing to another club?” Sarina asks as we walk inside Adornment. A bell tinkles above our heads as the door opens.
“We are.” I guide her through the store with my hand on the small of her back. “But we need proper attire first. And this boutique doubles as an entrance to the club.”
Adding another detour during our search for Lennox is not ideal, but there is no way they’ll let us into the club in the outfits we’re currently wearing.
Sarina glances around the store at the racks of cocktail dresses and, beyond them, at the shelves and displays with lingerie and heels. Realization washes over her face. She pauses and stares at a black dress with an almost sheer top, her fingers plucking at the price tag.
She swallows. “I don’t have any money on me,” she mutters.
I shake my head and push her hand away from the price tag. “Don’t worry about it.”
She sighs and angles her head at me, her hand on her hip. “Sebastian.”
“What?”
“You can’t—”
“I can, and I will.” I spin on my heel and walk towards the counter in the back, where a blonde and a brunette attendant wait. I rest my fingertips against the surface and nod towards Sarina, who meanders through the store, already on the hunt for something to wear even with her initial refusal. “Help her find something,” I order the females.
The blonde skirts around the counter and ventures towards Sarina, leaving me with the brunette, Amelia, who is a member of our pack.
I mindlink her.“Levi will pick up our belongings.Leave them in a bag in the alley.”
She nods.
I return the gesture then rush over to the men’s section of the boutique. It is much smaller compared to what they offer females, but I find something to wear easily enough, changing into a dark gray suit and a black tie as fast as I can while Sarina shops.
When I exit the dressing room, Sarina and the blonde are nowhere in sight, which is good because that means she’s trying on outfits already. But the absence of her near me, the lack of her honeysuckle scent and her feisty smile, creates a sensation within me I hesitate to put a name to.
I lean against the wall next to the boutique’s private entrance to The Black Door, arms and ankles crossed, my body tense so I don’t pace the floor while I wait for Sarina.
My lycan tugs against my reins, urging me to check on her and be near her, but I don’t want to see what ridiculous lacy, stringy things the shop attendants picked out for her. Not yet. Not atall.
If everything goes to plan, if Forrest—the club’s owner—is able to speak with us quickly, she’ll keep it hidden under her dress the entire night and I’ll never see it. It will be left a mystery, a fantasy. Although, I’m not sure that’s any better.
For the third time tonight, that taboo slideshow runs through my mind. Only this time, the images linger and tease instead of flashing by too fast for me to make sense of.
I imagine Sarina on her knees, arms bound behind her back, wearing lacy red lingerie with a high neck and an open crotch, her knees spread and neck arched. I imagine her sprawled across a table, wrists and ankles tied, an audience of eyes watching as I play with her restrained body.
Every snapshot I envision is more erotic than the last, promising an experience I crave. But none of them are as sweet or as beautiful as I know the real thing will be.
