Page 237 of The Delta's Rogue
“You better be,” Mom warns.
Micah lifts his hands in surrender. “I didn’t come hereto be attacked.”
“Then why did you come?” I ask.
“I brought you a visitor.”
The door opens again, and Sebastian saunters in, wearing a dark green dress uniform with gold trim and buttons.
I sprint to him and launch myself into his embrace.
My mom grabs me to keep me out of his arms. “Her dress!”
“¡Déjalos en paz, el traje va a estar bien!”Micah yells, trying to convince Mom to let us be.
“The dress will not be fine, and he’s not supposed to be here!”
Micah arches a brow. “You’re telling me you didn’t sneak in to see Dad the day of his coronation?”
“That’s…not the point!” Mom sputters.
Sebastian and I stand with a foot of space between us, grinning at each other like two lovesick fools, while my mom and brother argue. The light blue underskirt of my extravagant royal blue gown sweeps over the tops of his shoes. His eyes beam with love and admiration as he takes me in, gaze lingering on the swell of my breasts above the gold-trimmed sweetheart neckline, and the way the fabric drapes off my shoulders and leaves my chest and neck exposed.
I feel like a cupcake in this poofy ball gown, but he stares at me like I’m a priceless painting.
“I come bearing a gift,” Sebastian says to my mom, handing her a gift bag and interrupting her and Micah’s bickering.
She eyes it skeptically before taking it, carefully removing the tissue paper and revealing a purple T-shirt withLuna Tatianascreen printed on the front.
Her lips twitch with a laugh. “You can have five minutes.” She grabs Micah’s wrist and tugs him out of the room with her as she leaves.
The door clicks shut, and then I’m in Sebastian’s arms. He holds me tightly, but he’s careful with my hair and my dress, and even my makeup, kissing me on my cheeks and forehead instead of on my red-painted lips.
“Stunning,” he murmurs between brushes of his lips on my skin. “You are absolutely stunning, my queen.”
“You clean up pretty well yourself.” I adjust the gold cords on his shoulder, then run my fingers through the strands of perfectly disheveled hair falling in his face. “You reallyaren’tsupposed to be here, though.”
That charming, cocky grin I love so much appears on his lips as he gently plays with the softly curled pieces of hair framing my face. “You know I can’t stay away. I’ve never been able to stay away from you.”
See? Charming.
“There’s no backing out after today,” I remind him.
“Backing out isn’t an option. It never was. And Wesley already appointed my replacement. You’re stuck with me for life,cariño.”
“You don’t regret this?”
I don’t know why I ask that. I have his mark. I have his collar. If he regretted it, I’d know. I’d feel it. But all I feel from him, all I ever feel, is pure love and complete commitment.
He’s all in.
“The only thing I regret is making you think I’d ever choose anything other than you.”
He takes my hands in his and lifts my knuckles to his lips. He kisses each one over and over and then kisses the scars on my wrists.
Goddess, what did I ever do to deserve him as my mate? This male who not only embraces me, scars and all, but worships those scars? This male who thinks I’m beautiful not despite my scars butbecauseof them? This male who has never once judged me for the things I did to survive and find my way back to him?
Before I can say “fuck it” and slam my lips on his, the door opens once more. Sebastian’s grip on my hands tightens as my dad raises an eyebrow at him.
