Page 236 of The Delta's Rogue
His hips slam against my ass, and my entire body bounces forward from the impact. Again and again, he thrusts into me, his hand still tugging slightly on the chain and the fingers of his other hand digging into my hip.
Harder and harder he fucks me, and my moans and groans get louder and more unrestrained with each thrust. His dick reaches so far inside me and stretches my pussy so perfectly.
I melt into the bed beneath his relentless fucking. I’m completely spent and completely at his mercy.
He releases the chain, and his hands roam my body. They massage my ass and spank it lightly, then trace my sides and circle around to my breasts. He tugs and twists my nipples, sending ripples of delight straight to my clit with each almost painful pinch of his fingers. The slight bite of pain mixed with the pure, overwhelming pleasure from his dick is beautiful torture.
Once again, I find myself close to an orgasm in no time at all.
And Sebastian knows it. He always does.
He leans over my body, rolls my nipple in his fingers as his other hand moves to play with my clit, and scrapes his teeth on my exposed neck.
No. Not his teeth. Hisfangs.
I gasp, but my sound is stifled by his fangs piercing my neck, deepening the mate mark he gave me months ago. I’m stuck in a silent scream as I shatter into infinite pieces of starlight, shaking and writhing as I fall through a universe of euphoria.
“Such a good girl,”Sebastian whispers in my mind.“My good girl, my little rogue, my gorgeous queen.”
He releases my neck as he growls out his release, his thrusts quickening and his dick pulsing inside me. He keeps his dick in me for as long as he can, pressing almost all of his weight on me.
A sixth, very brief orgasm pulses through me as his movements slow and he seals his deepened mark with his tongue.
When he removes himself from my pussy, I whimper at the loss. He gathers me in his arms and leans against the pillows with me on his chest. He caresses and soothes my muscles, then kisses the top of my head over and over again as he removes my bra and my heels, discarding them on the floor by the bed.
He doesn’t ask me what I need. He already knows what I want. What my body and my soul need, what I always wanted after all our moments together four years ago.
He just holds me in his arms, whispering to me about how perfect I am and how much he loves me, as he continues to pepper me with kisses and sweet, loving touches.
Once my heart rate slows, he takes me into the other room—the one he didn’t show me earlier. Inside is a gorgeous bathroom, but I’m too spent to appreciate it.
Sebastian draws a bath, lowers me into the tub, then gets in behind me so I can lean on him. “Are you all right?” he asks. “Did I take anything too far?”
I peek up at him through my fluttering eyelids. “I’m fine. I’m perfect.Te lo prometo.”
He holds me tight against him, and we let the steaming water relax us. I press my cheek into his chest and breathe in his scent as he scoops water over my body. He resumes his soothing words, caresses, and kisses, and I close my eyes while he pampers me.
It’s the perfect ending to a perfect night.
“I, Sara Anaís GoodrichCisneros, promise to govern and protect every lycan and werewolf, whether they be from a pack, a nomad, a rogue, or a lone wolf…” I recite the coronation vow repeatedly under my breath as I pace the length of the dressing room attached to the greenhouse.
My mom watches me with a raised brow, ready to snap at me if I try to sit down in my coronation gown or if I lift a hand to mess with the low, loose bun at my nape.
“I, Sara Anaís—”
“Oh, please.” Micah’s scoff interrupts my pacing. He leans against the now open door frame, a teasing glint in his eyes. “You’ve been reciting that vow since you learned how to talk. I don’t think you need to practice it anymore.”
“It’s a big deal. What if I forget a line or mix up the words?”
Micah shrugs. “You won’t.” He wraps me in a hug, and I try to relax at his reassuring confidence. “Besides, this is all a formality anyway. You’ve been the queen for months.”
Mom shoves him away from me. “Her gown will wrinkle!”
“I’m sure you have a steamer tucked away in every closet in this palace just in case that happens,” Micah retorts.
“Don’t downplay your sister’s big day!”
“Es broma, Mamá,” he mutters to appease her, placing a kiss on her forehead. “I’m joking.”
