Page 22 of The Delta's Rogue
I set the water on the floor and wrap her up tight, settling back against the couch. “Sarina…”
“I’m fine. I promise,” she says. “I just need you to hold me, Sebby.”
Sebby. A nickname I’ve hated since I was ten. And yet it sounds so natural, so right, whenshesays it.
My heart warms, and I rest my chin on top of her head, eyes closing as I soak in the rightness of this moment. “Whatever you need, Little Rogue.” My hands roam to soothe her body once more. “I’ll give you whatever you need.”
Neither of us says another word. I’m not sure either of us knows what to say or where to go from here.
All I know is I will no longer be the same after this.
Two days.
Two days of dead ends, faded trails, and no gains.
The only consolation is that my brother hasn’t called or texted to check on our progress. Then again, he’s probably dealing with his own shit show at the pack. I don’t envy him.
At least he’s able to shower and sleep. I feel like I’ve been hit by a truck, and I’m sure I look like I have as well.
I scrub my hands over my face several times, slapping my cheeks in quick succession to wake myself up.
Sarina glances at me from the passenger seat of the pack SUV we sit in as we take a break. Her lips twitch as she tries not to laugh. “What’s wrong, Pretty Boy?” She pouts her lower lip teasingly. “Are you tired?”
“Fuck yes.” I groan, lowering my head to the steering wheel. “How are you not?”
She shrugs one shoulder. “I have stamina.”
My jaw ticks, but I don’t respond or glance at her.
We haven’t discussed what happened at The Black Door since we walked out the back exit together. I’m not sure why she hasn’t brought it up, but my reticence is twofold—we have a job to do, and it shouldn’t have happened in the first place.
We got caught up in the moment and the club’s atmosphere. We fell too hard into our act. The heady, heavy eroticism surrounding us worked its way under our skin and intoour veins, until it was too overwhelming and the only way out was through her sexual release.
A beautiful, intense sexual release like none I’ve witnessed. Her body was so pliant and soft under my touch, and she knew exactly how to react to my dominance with minimal coaching. I couldn’t have found a better female to share that moment with, and everything in me aches for it to happen again, even though I know it can’t.
But I crave her submission. I want to flaunt my dominance over her. I want to dress her up in leather and lace, and parade her through the club for all to see. Then keep her on the edge all night as I tease her while we watch others in the club, until she’s begging me to give her the release she so desperately needs—in full view of the club or tucked away in private. It doesn’t matter to me where she is when she comes, as long as I get to play with her sweet little body again whenever I want.
I push that train of thought away. Too many times, over the hours since we left The Black Door, I’ve entertained different variations of that fantasy. But I need to focus on this task, this hunt for Lennox, and not the sounds the little rogue next to me makes when she comes, no matter how fucking sexy they are or she is.
Fuck.
I lift my head from the steering wheel. “Sarina—”
“We found Lennox’s trail again,”Levi mindlinks me.
It’s probably for the best. I don’t know what I wanted to say to Sarina. I doubt anything good would have come from it, though.
I straighten and grab the door handle, opening it before I hear what else he has to say.“Where?”
Sarina perks up at my reaction, opening her door as well and following me out of the vehicle.
“Haven and Maya’s apartment building,”he says.“The trail leads in but not out. I think he’s still in there.”
I growl as I slam the door shut behind me.
“What?” Sarina rushes around the hood of the vehicle to me. “What is it?”
“Levi found Lennox,” I grumble, moving to the back of the SUV. “He went into Haven’s apartment.”
