Page 174 of The Delta's Rogue
“Take what you need from me, Sarina.” With every syllable, his lips brush mine, but he doesn’t move them any closer. “I’ve got you.”
I arch my neck, but I too keep our lips from meeting. Instead, I explore his bare chest, re-memorizing the muscular ridges and valleys of his torso. I marvel at how so much about him is the same and yet also different. The muscles—carved and hard-won—all remain,but they’re deeper. Bigger. Firmer. I outline each one, and our mingling breaths quicken their pace.
My fingers meet his, and I move his hands to my thighs as our lips finally touch. He grips my legs, and both of us exhale in sweet relief as I wrap my arms around his neck and give in to the kiss.
Heat weaves around me and through me, like comets dancing around our tangled limbs. Slowly, carefully, I rock my hips against him, positioning my pussy right on top of his towel-covered dick.
Sebastian groans into my mouth as I repeat the motion. I echo the sound, adjusting the pace of my hips as I determine what speed feels better, what speed gives me the most pleasure. His hands glide from my thighs to my ass. His fingers play in the hems of my underwear, but he doesn’t slip them in further than that. He doesn’t guide my movements or stop me. He caresses me and holds me, letting me take back the control.
His touch gives me life, even without the mate bond. His kisses send love straight to my soul. He is a tether, an anchor, to what is real.
MySebastián.
Mine.
“Yours,” he says against my mouth, responding as if I claimed him out loud.
Maybe I did. Maybe I’m so caught up in the passion between us that I didn’t realize I spoke out loud.
“Mine.” I say it again, louder this time and with more certainty.
I’ve always known he was mine. I’ve always been possessive of him. But now, he knows it too. Now, he understands the motivation behind every moment I spent with him when I was here four years ago. That thought summons the most primal part of me, the part that exists even with my lycan in hibernation. The part that is wild and jealous and bloodthirsty.
The part that will kill anyone for hurting him or keeping us apart.
As I kiss him again with a deeper intensity, his hands move from my ass to my back. They slide beneath my shirt and then around the front of my torso to grip my ribcage.
“Higher.” The word is a moan, and I punctuate it with a pulse of my hips.
His thumb brushes the curve of my breast. “Here?” He gasps out the question.
Another moan escapes me as I nod and thrust my chest forward, seeking his touch on my breast.
Sebastian moves his hand higher, drawing gentle, slow circles that spiral towards my nipple. His lips move from my mouth to my jaw, kissing across it and then down my neck. I jerk when he reaches that ultra-sensitive spot where he’ll eventually place his mark, and my nails dig into his skin. He teases it with his lips and tongue, like I teased his marking spot earlier in the clearing.
The pleasure within me builds. I roll my hips harder against him. He keeps teasing my breasts—first one and then the other, but never reaching my nipples that ache for his touch.
His kisses on my neck add to the delight rising in me, but it’s not enough to push me over the edge.
“Sebastián…por favor…” I beg.
The hand on my ribs wanders lower, on top of my underwear, pausing right before he reaches where I want him to touch. His fingers on my breast stop too, hovering above my nipple.
I’m panting as I wait, and his breathing pattern is an exact copy of mine.
Ever so gently, his fingers brush over my pussy and my nipple at the same time. I gasp and tremble at his touch, at the pleasure unfurling inside me like the wings of a butterfly.
“Goddess, yes,” I sigh.
Sebastian repeats the feather-light touches, switching between my nipples, keeping contact with my body for longer with each caress. He’s hard as a rock beneath me, and his muscles bulge and ripple with tension and restraint. His fingertip circles my clit through my underwear, and my movement speeds up with every pass of his finger.
Faster and faster we both move, until my rolling undulations become a desperate bucking of my hips, and his finger no longer circles and teases but instead caresses with the perfect amount of pressure. Higher and higher we both soar as my hungry pussy soaks my underwear with the proof of my pleasure.
“That’s it,cariño.” He groans into my neck as his lips continue to kiss it, eking out the gratification of our coupling. “You’re doing so well, Baby Girl. Taking what you need from me, showing me what feels good, what you need more of…”
He nips at my neck. A wave of desperate, unfettered desire slams into me. Sparks fly across my skin, and for a fleeting moment, the full force of Sebastian’s scent finds its way into my nose.
My jaw drops as I cry out in euphoria. Stars burst into life between us—stars that spell out our story and our love—and Ifeelhim.
