Page 37 of The Delta's Rogue
I fall into the fire, letting it pull me into the swirling, mysterious galaxy connecting us. I sigh and groan as my cock pulses and cum releases in thick streams, landing on Sarina’s stomach and thighs.
The primal part of me—not just my lycan, but the darkness that lurks and prowls in my soul—awakens at the sight, at the knowledge that the scent of my cum will linger on her skin until she washes it off.
I lean forward and rest my forehead against hers, my free hand weaving into her hair as I continue stroking my dick through the last meager waves of my orgasm. We both workhard to catch our breaths, every inhale and exhale matching as we bring ourselves down from the high of the moment.
She tips her face up, tentatively searching for my mouth. I gather her hair in my fist, tugging on it to tilt her chin higher and keep her lips from mine, maintaining my dominance over her until I’m ready to let it go. She huffs in frustration, but I press a kiss to her throat, where her pulse flutters under her skin.
Then I back away, cleaning us both off as best I can before putting my dick away, dressing myself, and removing the bar from her legs. I caress her ankles, giving them soft kisses, before I rise and untie her, maneuvering around her carefully as I do.
After I’ve removed the rope, I grab a bottle of water from the mini fridge under my desk, cracking it open, and lift it to her lips.
She shakes her head. “I just want you to hold me.”
Her arms wind around my waist as I set the bottle aside. I grab my sweater from where I tossed it when I entered, gathering the fabric in my hands, then lower it over her head. She slips her arms into the sleeves before wrapping them around me again. The sweater swallows her petite body, the ends of the sleeves hiding her hands, but she looks almost as sexy in the giant garment as she does in skimpy lingerie.
I pull her into my arms and into my lap as I sit in my comfortable, massive desk chair, and she curls up against me like a contented kitten, arms clinging to me and body melting into mine more with each second that passes. I rub her back in slow, soothing strokes, and I lower my lips to the top of her head, placing a kiss there.
“Did you learn your lesson?” I ask against her hair. “Are you going to be a good girl from now on?” I feel her face stretch into a cheeky grin against my chest, and I sigh. “Or for the next few hours, at least?”
She lifts her chin, and I kiss her forehead, her eyes closing at the act of familiarity. “I’ll behave,” she murmurs.
“Good girl.” I roll my chair closer to the desk to finish checking my emails.
A soft, contented sound escapes her, and a tiny shudder runs over her body before she snuggles further into my torso and lap, arms tightening around me. She breathes deeply, and I caress her as I open a browser tab, making sure to continue soothing her and taking care of her even though I’m working.
I click open an email from our contractor—something about the flooring option we picked being out of stock or backordered—when Sarina speaks, voice hesitant, like a newborn baby deer taking its first steps. “Sebby?”
“Yes, Little Rogue?”
“Are you ever going to…” She clears her throat and brings her arms in towards her chest, fumbling with the sleeves of my sweater and wringing her hands together through the fabric. Her eyes dart around the office, avoiding mine. “I mean, you said—”
I grab her chin and lift her face. “Look at me,” I command.
Sarina’s big brown eyes lock onto mine.
“Am I ever going to what?”
Her tongue darts out and wets her lips as her breath trembles. “You said my desires match yours, but you haven’t— We haven’t…” She shakes her head and lowers her gaze, breaking our eye contact once more. “Never mind.”
She tries to cower away from me by hiding herself against my chest, to conceal the vulnerability and lack of confidence in her aura, but I don’t let her. Sarina’s usual determination is sexy, but I want all of her—the feisty female who challenges me in every way and the softer side she shows no one else. I want her to trust me with not only her body and pleasure, but with her heart and pain. I want her to know she can come to me for anything she needs, that I am a safe place for her. Especially if it’s about something I said or did.
My brow raises, and I grip her chin harder. “But we haven’t fucked yet?”
She tenses and her lashes lift, round eyes widening.
“That’s what you were going to say, right? You want to know why I haven’t fucked you yet?” My lips twitch with a quiet chuckle. “How am I supposed to fuck you when I keep having to punish you?” I tease.
I brush her hair away from her face, and a soft blush spreads across her high cheekbones. I kiss each one, letting my lips linger there, soaking in the feel of her soft skin, her scent, and the way her breath trembles whenever I kiss her.
“There have been other opportunities, though,” she counters. “I haven’t been naughtyeverytime we’ve been together.”
“True,” I agree, pressing more kisses to her face between my words. “But I have my reasons for waiting to fuck you.”
“And what are those reasons?” Her voice is like a wisp of warm air floating through the sky on a winter day.
My kisses trail up her cheek to her ear. “You have to earn the privilege of being fucked, Baby Girl.”
Her head angles to the side, and she bares her neck to me. “How do I earn it?” she asks.
