Page 27 of The Delta's Rogue
“Do you want it to be pretend?”
I lift my face from her neck, placing a kiss on her jaw before leaning back to gaze at her face. Her hands slide from my shoulders down to my chest, palms flat against my pecs. Her gorgeous breasts lift higher with each inhale, her plush lips slightly parted as she stares back at me.
“Why would it matter to Forrest if I’m there with you?” she asks, brow furrowing slightly. “He hardly paid me any attention when you talked with him the other night.”
I set her on her feet, but my hands remain on her ribcage under her breasts as I lean over her, caging her in against the tree, my knee nudging between her legs. The way my body shields her from the world eases all the dominant instincts within me to protect and possess her.
She relaxes into the pose, subtly tugging me closer by my shirt until she’s completely hidden from view, safe and secure in my embrace and presence—the way I want to keep her always.
“That was his way of showing his respect towards his club members,” I explain. “He knows I have exhibitionist tastes and that I want to find someone to dress up and show off. But, as the club owner, he sets a professional boundary unless he’s with his own sub.”
“And what does any of that have to do with me coming along to your meeting?”
“He doesn’t want just anyone to partner with. He’ll want an investor who understands the lifestyle and nature of what he’s curating at the club. I’ve been a member there for three years, since I turned nineteen. He knows I understand the culture. But I’ve never had a sub. He’ll realize I’m serious if you’re with me.”
My thumbs trace across the bottoms of her breasts the entire time I speak, one of them slipping under the band of her bra to caress her soft skin. Her body arches as I do so, her fingers curling tighter into my T-shirt.
I grin down at her. “Plus, it will seem odd if I show up less than a week later without you at my side,” I add, reaching higher on her breast and stopping just below her nipple.
She wiggles within my hold, trying to adjust her posture so my thumb touches her rapidly hardening nipple, but my grip is steadfast. Her hips pulse forward as she searches for friction on my leg.
Once again, I remember the look and feel of her pussy as my fingers played with her, pumping in and out until she fell apart.
“You said you wanted me to teach you.” I lift my thigh and rub it against her pussy at the exact moment my thumb rolls over her nipple.
Her eyes squeeze shut, and her nails dig into my skin through my shirt as she cries out in pleasure. “Sebastian!”
“Let me teach you, Baby Girl. Let me dress you up and show you off. Be mine.”
Mine.I like the sound of that.
My eyes dip to her neck, to her throat, and I imagine it wrapped in a delicate choker with sparkling diamonds. The chain would trail down her spine, where it would tickle the skin exposed by the open back of her mini dress. My fingers would trace the same path before twisting that chain and tugging. Not too hard, and not to hurt her. Just to remind her who is in charge.
Her voice yanks me back to the here and now. “Do you really want a sub who will pack up and leave you behind one day? With potentially no warning?”
A growl slips from my lips at her words, echoing off the bark of the tree. It releases without my permission, prompted by the angry, possessive lycan in my head and the thoughts I hesitate to voice to myself.
She lifts her chin and holds my gaze with tenacity. “I’m not the type to be controlled.”
I laugh and shake my head, pushing my feelings about her leaving aside for the moment. “I don’t want someone I can control. I wantyou.”
She frowns. “I thought you wanted someone to dominate?”
“I do. But I don’t steal your control from you. You have power too.”
“I don’t understand. How do I have power if I’m your sub?”
I flick my thumb across her nipple again and smile, reveling in the glimmer of pleasure that flutters within her eyes and speeds up her pulse. “Because you give me your submission, and you can take it back just as easily.” I continue rolling her nipple, enjoying the feelof it beneath my touch, and resist the urge to rip her clothes from her body. “You have a safe word, and if you use it, I stop immediately. No questions asked, no judgment—just like I said the other night.”
She blinks at me with thick lashes and pleasure-heavy eyelids. I remove my hand from her breast, slipping it all the way out of her shirt, and wrap it around her neck. It mimics the choker she wore the other night, the choker she’ll wear again if she agrees to be my sub even if it’s only until she leaves.
I hope she agrees. I want to worship her. I already have so many ideas, so many plans, for how I can play with her. But I need it to be her choice. I can’t push her into it, which is why I step away from her so our bodies no longer touch, even though my lycan glares at the space created by my retreat.
His attachment to her terrifies me. There’s no telling what he’ll do when she leaves.
Or whatI’lldo.
“What will it be, Little Rogue?” I let those be thoughts for future Sebastian to worry about. “Will you be mine? Will you come to the club with me as my sub?”
