Page 181 of The Delta's Rogue
Her chin dips, and she swallows. My eyes lock onto her neck again, and I clench my jaw against the urge to ask her for what I want, what I so desperately and urgentlyneed.
“I want you to mark me,” Sarina whispers, asking for the thing I’m too hesitant to ask her for.
My nostrils flare as my focus snaps back to her face to make certain I heard her right. “Are you sure?”
“Maybe if you mark me, my lycan will wake up.”
“Sarina…” I rest my forehead against hers. “I want to mark you. It would be a lie if I said I haven’t thought about it. I’ve been thinking about it with increasing frequency since I found you. I keep thinking about that stupid law and how the only way to ensure no one can take you from me is if you’re marked. But marking is a special moment between mates, and if attempting to wake up your lycan is the only reason you’re asking me to do it, then—”
“It’s not just that,” she interjects. “Iwantyou to. I want you. All of you. I want your mark on my neck. I want us to go into this battle with a completed bond, or as completed as it can be.”
My breath hitches as I slide my hand to her neck. I trace over her marking spot, and her breathing mimics mine.
“¿Estás segura?”I ask.
I need her to be sure. I can’t go through with this if there’s any hesitation within her.
“Tan segura como las estrellas que te guiaron de vuelta a mí.” Her eyes stay locked on mine as she repeats herself. “As sure as the stars that led you back to me.”
Sarina’s chin tips to the side. She bares her throat, her pulse beating faster than it did when she joined me at the window. Its fluttering rhythm ensnares my entire focus, and I growl, spinning us so she’s pressed against the window.
My forearm rests on the cool glass. I drag my nose down her cheek to her neck, inhaling deeply as I go, filling my lungs with her scent.
Her fingertips skate across my bare abdomen as I drop the smallest, sweetest kisses around the spot where I’ll place my mark, but she offers nothing further than those subtle, teasing touches. She submits herself to me. Sarina gives me the power, the dominance. She told me what she wanted, and now she’s waiting for me to give it to her in whatever way I choose.
But I need to ensure she feels safe.
“How do you want to do this?” I reluctantly straighten and remove myself from her neck. “I don’t want to do anything that makes you uncomfortable or—”
“I want it all,” she interjects. “Don’t hold yourself back from me. I have my safe word if I need it”—her back arches as she reaches for the hem of her shirt, and her lips twitch with a sexy, sassy half-smile that has my dick straining against the confines of my clothing—“but I won’t.”
She slips the shirt off. The fabric drops to the floor with the softest rustle, leaving her completely naked.
She’s been naked in front of me on several occasions since I rescued her, but none of those were by her own choice. So, for the first time, I allow myself tolookat her. I let my eyes travel over every inch of her bare skin.
Her heart and her breathing pick up their speed as my gaze moves at a leisurely pace. I take my time to appreciate her body with my eyes, letting them linger on all the places I’m most eager to touch and explore again—her breasts and her pussy, specifically.
She’s more beautiful than I remember.
Sarina grips the window ledge tightly as I lean over her, my palms pressed against the cool glass. Her lips part in a silent sigh, and I hover my mouth right over hers, daring her to dart forward and kiss me.
“Eres mas hermosa de lo que recuerdo,” I whisper.
My lips brush hers with every syllable, and my hand slides into the hair at her nape so her face angles higher. Our breaths mix as she waits for me to kiss her.
She may have asked for this moment, this merging of our souls and our love, but she places her trust in me to guide us through this pivotal event in our relationship.
Because I am her king. Her mate.Hers.
She owns all of me, and there’s no one else I’d rather be owned by.
I kiss the corner of her mouth, then coast across the swell of her lips to the opposite corner, where I place another kiss. I continue pressing my lips to her skin, along her jawline and to her ear.
She strains against my hold on her, trying to turn her head to catch my mouth, but I tighten my grip on her hair and hold her in place.
“Keep still,mi reina. Let me worship your perfect, beautiful body.”
She makes a noise of frustration in her throat, and a flicker of disbelief, of uncertainty, whips across the bond towards me.
