Page 45 of Star Crossed Delta

MAK

S aba sighed underneath Mak, moaning as he slid in and out of her, his head tucked into her nape, teeth on her lobe, one hand bracing, the other flicking her turgid nipple.

Fokk , he loved how she responded to him.

The way she moaned and writhed was music to his ears.

He reveled in the throbbing pulse of her heart on her chest, the warmth of her skin, and the scent of her hair.

Fully immersed in this moment, lost in the embrace of her body, he sensed his orgasm ripping at the base of his spine.

‘Woman,’ he grunted, bottoming deep in her, nipping her skin, setting her off. ‘I love being with you.’

She paused, her body stilling as she took in his words. With a slight, small smile playing on her lips, she rolled her hips until he groaned.

‘I’m getting addicted to us, too,’ she breathed.

His cock twitched inside her as they kissed long and hard.

‘You drive me wild, woman, so beautiful.’

They moved in sync, passion fueling their desire and need to be one.

‘All I know is that I want to be filled with you.’

Her words filled his soul with a burning ache.

Fokk , this was heaven, his lycan spirit roaring above them as they moaned, gliding over each other in perfect harmony.

Their souls entwined in a passion so intense that when they both came, an electric incandescence fell over them in shards of silver light.

SABA

Saba woke slowly, stretching and savoring the aching reminder of her lovemaking with Mak, a sated smile curled on her lips.

Her eyes remained closed as she slid her limbs to the space beside her, which Mak usually occupied. She found the space empty.

It was unusual for him not to be in bed. Since moving into his primary residence, they typically woke up together.

Mak always rose before her, coaxing her into wakefulness with a cup of kahawa and mind-blowing kisses.

Saba jolted upright, spotting a note flashing on her comm tab. It was scrawled in Mak’s familiar handwriting. She leaned over to read it.

‘Had to leave urgently, work matter. Sleep in and send for a flyer when you’re ready to come to Signet HQ.’

His initial, M, was at the bottom.

Just as she finished reading, she heard the rumble of a flyer. She moved quickly, hoping Mak was still nearby.

She rose from bed, grabbed a robe, and hurried barefoot to the staircase. She climbed it eagerly, rushing to the terrace doors.

When she thrust open the thick, security-grade door, she stepped outside into the cold early morning.

She was too late.

The craft’s blades whipped through the air as it flew away, its silver and black silhouette disappearing over the lake.

Saba sighed, missing him, longing to have woken with his lips on hers.

The need for him gripped her, and she paused, taking a deep breath to steady herself as she held onto the railing.

She made her way to the living area, calling for a flyer as she prepared a light breakfast of a poached egg, fruit, and kahawa , a combination of proteins, vitamins, and a pick-me-up.

After a shower, she slipped into a sleek, fitted jumpsuit and boots.

The flyer was waiting for her, blades cutting through the early sun. The pilot waved as she climbed in.

A copilot, with their helmet on, gave her a quick nod.

The machine lifted off, and as they soared higher, Saba gazed out at the beautiful morning.

The view of the Sombra below was stunning: the lake, various decks, the concourse, and high above it all, the executive level.

She smiled, anticipating the day ahead and the possibility of seeing Mak soon. Perhaps she’d kiss him in his office when she arrived.

As they continued flying, something felt off.

Shaking off the haze of her daydream, she glanced around. They were heading toward the rear deck port, toward an unfamiliar skiff.

Saba bolted upright in her seat.

‘Excuse me, pilot,’ she said, her voice tight with worry. ‘Where are you taking me?’

Silence followed.

Her heartbeat quickened. The passenger turned in his seat, lifting his visor, and Saba froze.

It wasn’t one of Signet’s regulars.

The man’s face was familiar, and her heart lurched.

‘ Fokk , Zolan. Why?’ she groaned.

Her brother-in-law gazed at her with deep sadness. ‘I’m sorry, ?arim ,’ he rasped. ‘But this was the only way.’

Her pulse raced. ‘Where the hell are you taking me?’

Zolan ignored her question and glanced down at her hand.

‘Your ring, Saba,’ he said, his eyes narrowing.

She glared at him, confused. ‘The fokk ?’

‘Your wedding band. May I have it? Intel tells us it’s one way that Mak can track you. We can’t let that happen until we’re ready.’

Saba stared at the ring on her finger. ‘It can’t come off,’ she whispered.

Zolan extended a small device from a compartment beside him. ‘With this, it can. Give me your hand now.’

His voice left no room for argument, and his clenched jaw confirmed it.

Reluctantly, she extended her hand, her heart hammering in her chest.

Zolan waved the device over her finger, and Saba gasped as heat surged through her hand.

The band snapped, and Zolan caught the jagged pieces in his palm.

He separated the diamond and slipped it into his chest pocket before tapping a button to open the window.

With a twist of his lips, he flung the remaining pieces of her wedding band into the air. Saba could only watch with helpless panic as they disappeared.

Her heart raced as she whispered to her brother-in-law, ‘He’ll have your neck for this.’

Zolan’s expression remained unchanged. ‘We’ll see,’ he muttered.

Saba slumped back into her seat, biting her lip, her mind racing with panic and fury.

The war between the two clans had just gone up in flames.

Mak would come for her. She did not doubt that for a second.

Not even the gates of hell would prevail against him.