Page 15 of The Delta’s Rogue (Crescent Lake #4)
Forrest was all too eager 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.
I called ahead and informed the club of my plan for Sarina, so they know to let her in when she’s done shopping.
I considered holding this meeting with Forrest in the club’s playroom but ultimately decided against that.
Sarina was intrigued by the idea of the room when I explained it to her, but I don’t want to push her too far too fast. I don’t want to overwhelm her. I want to ease her into this.
Although, based on her reactions and her willingness the other night, I doubt that will be an issue. Still, it’s better to play it safe and let her make the decision to explore that area of the club on her own.
Soft, sensual music plays as I remove my black suit jacket, roll my sleeves up to my elbows, and take my seat facing the entrance to the room.
It’s the same style of music that played the last time we were here, but with all that held our focus before, I didn’t notice it or the effect it has on the club’s atmosphere.
I lean back in my chair as I wait, letting the seductive notes settle in my veins and muscles, letting them fuel my desires and imaginings of what Sarina will choose to wear.
My mind conjures up different combinations, and I can’t decide what style of outfit I want her to pick more.
She has a beautiful body with gorgeous features that deserve to be shown off.
But while part of me wants her to choose something risqué, something that displays almost all of her magnificence, another part of me hopes she decides on something that only hints at the wonderland hidden beneath the fabric.
Both options are fun and open up different paths for exhibition and play.
I don’t have to wait too long to find out. Her honeysuckle scent floats towards me before I see her, and I straighten in my chair, my lycan and I both on alert as she enters the club.
Fuck. None of my imaginings prepared me for the outfit she shows up in.
Like the first night we came here, she’s dressed in an all-black mini dress. The neckline is high, almost to her red choker, and long sleeves cover the entirety of her arms. But the fabric is completely sheer, doing absolutely nothing to hide the lingerie she wears underneath.
Black straps outline her breasts and crisscross up her chest to her neck.
Gold rivets accent the black, attached to two minuscule triangles that cover her nipples, leaving the rest of her breasts exposed.
A garter belt with straps wrapping around her thighs sits on top of a black thong, and on her feet is a pair of plain black stiletto heels.
Her gaze locks onto mine as I stand, a teasing smile playing on her lips and a fire blazing to life in her eyes. She saunters towards me, and while her focus is on me, every eye in the room follows her, drawn to the alluring confidence she exudes.
Sarina pays none of them any consideration. I’m the center of her attention. Each sultry step bringing her closer to me is intended to ensnare my thoughts, to lure me into the web of her beauty.
An appreciative growl forms in my chest as I scan Sarina from head to toe, drinking in her magnificent body and how the ensemble displays her unmatched features.
Her calf muscles—highlighted by the sky-high heels on her feet—tighten.
Her round ass and breasts bounce with each step, exaggerated by the intentional sway of her hips and subtle crossing of her ankles as she walks to me.
My dick twitches at her overwhelming sexuality. She knows precisely what she’s doing to me, and she’s enjoying every second of it.
“You look stunning,” I say with pride when she reaches me.
Sarina tilts her chin to look me in the eye. “You like it?”
I grab her neck, my thumb brushing over her plump, pouty bottom lip. “Yes.”
She lights up at my approval.
I chuckle, tightening my grip on her neck and moving my thumb to the red choker. “But I’m still going to have to punish you since you took more than ten minutes.”
Her brows pinch together in an adorable but fake frown of confusion. “How do you know I took more than ten minutes? You didn’t even look at the time.”
I step closer, bringing my nose to her cheek so our mouths are only a hairsbreadth apart. “Because you were too intrigued by the idea of being punished, and I know you intentionally took more than ten minutes.”
She swallows, and her heart skips a beat.
I chuckle once more, louder this time. “How many minutes was it, Little Rogue?”
She exhales, and her eyes close for a split second before she gazes up at me. “Twelve.”