Page 28 of The Delta's Rogue
Her eyes never leave mine. Certainty fills them, growing stronger by the second, revealing her answer to my question before she can verbalize it.
Her lips twitch, and her eyes glitter as she bares her neck to me. “Yes, Sir.”
Forrest was all tooeager to meet with me.
He would have met with me the night Sarina agreed to be mine, but I couldn’t leave the pack that night without it looking suspicious. Not with the lockdown my dad had instated still in effect. Luckily, Forrest agreed to wait a few days until the weekend, so I could get away with less scrutiny.
It worked in my favor, since everyone is focused on Wesley’s victory over Pierce and celebrating him finding his mate and our future luna. Wesley, Nolan, and our families are all busy helping Haven move in with him officially, which means no one is paying me any mind—just how I like it.
Sarina rides in the passenger seat of my old red truck, her honeysuckle scent swirling around the cab and driving both me and my lycan crazy. I rest my hand on her leg, as high as I can place it, my fingertips tracing a lazy line on her inner thigh as I drive.
Neither of us speaks, but the silence isn’t awkward. It’s comfortable and familiar, like spending time with an old friend after a lapse and picking up where you left off as if no time has passed.
As a male who claims he only wants his mate, who claims he’s waiting for that person meant for him and only him, the familiarity between us should terrify me. I should question the reason for it and my disregard of the rule I created for myself. But instead, I find myself embracing it, leaning into it. I’m diving headfirst into the unknown, with little regard for any prior plans, fully prepared to face the consequences that are sure to follow when this all ends.
When she leaves me.
My grip on her thigh tightens as I park in front of Adornment. I clench my jaw and push all those thoughts away. I don’t need to dwell on it. I know the realities of all we agreed to, and ruminating on them won’t change anything. All it will do is darken my enjoyment of the time I have with her.
“I’ll get your door.” I give her thigh another squeeze, leaving no room for argument on the matter.
She stays in her seat as I leave the vehicle and dart around the hood to the passenger side, opening her door for her. Sarina hops out of the truck, but I don’t back away or move towards the boutique. I stare down at her and step in closer, brushing the hair off her shoulder. Then I pull the makeshift red choker from last week out of my pocket and wrap it around her neck.
“Next time”—I lean around her to watch my fingers tie the fabric into a bow at her nape, and my lips brush her ear—“don’t unbuckle yourself.”
“Yes, Sir.”
A satisfied growl rumbles through me, vibrating in my chest. I lower my lips to her neck, kissing the red choker marking her as my sub. “Fuck, you have no idea how sexy you sound when you say that.”
She angles her head, and her breath catches as she arches against me like a cat stretching after a long nap. “I have an inkling,” she says, rubbing her hands up and down my chest, “based on the way you react every time I say it.”
I chuckle and trail my hand down her spine, stopping where the curve of her ass begins. “Let’s go.” I guide her away from the truck and towards Adornment, closing the door behind us.
The bell above the door signals our entrance, and I pull Sarina aside, keeping her tucked against my body with my hand on her ass. “You have ten minutes to pick out an outfit, dress yourself in it, and meet me at our table inside the club.”
Defiance flashes in her eyes. “What if it takes me eleven minutes?”
I smile and grab her chin with my free hand. “Then I’ll have to punish you.”
She tenses. Her heart skips a beat. “What will my punishment be?”
My fingers flex on her ass, and I tilt her head higher. “I guess you’ll find out if you’re naughty.”
Sarina licks her lips and flutters her lashes, that spark of mischievous defiance still dancing in her eyes, mimicking the flickering lights of the club’s dance floor. “Yes, Sir.”
My dick twitches, and I stifle a groan. Lowering my face, I hover my mouth over hers. “Ten minutes, Little Rogue.” Our lips brush with each syllable.
I back away as she leans forward to steal a kiss from me. My lycan whimpers at the loss of contact with her sexy little body and the missed opportunity, but I rush towards the back counter and the entrance to The Black Door, knowing she’ll be back in my arms in ten minutes. Or maybe eleven.
My smile grows, and I pat the pocket of my black pants, triple-checking that the item I brought with me is still there, even though I know it is.
Sarina will take longer than ten minutes. I know she will. She’s too intrigued by the idea of me punishing her, and I can’t fucking wait.
I rest my palm on the counter as I pass by, catching Amelia’s attention. “Anything she touches, anything she tries on, or anything she seems even the least bit interested in—charge it to my account and box it up.”
I tap the counter twice as Amelia makes her way to follow Sarina, then I enter the club. Nodding at Gerald in greeting, I walk past him without a word and head down the hall, taking a left at the T and heading into the main room.
A table with three chairs has been reserved for us, at the far end of the space and situated directly in front of the booth we occupied last week, offering a perfect view of the rest of the room. The booth is also reserved for us, just in case.
