Page 53 of The Delta’s Rogue (Crescent Lake #4)
He freezes, letting his fingers dance across her skin. The skirt stays where it is, but his hands slide up and down the insides of her legs. Small puffs of air escape through her lips as she tries to stay composed and hold herself still.
“Between the paperwork we found in his pack and whispers from like-minded Doms,” I say to Nuncio as Nolan tugs Cassandra down onto his lap, her legs spread and her lower half almost visible to everyone, “I was able to piece together that this club—and by extension, you—was who he’d been working with. Or for.”
Nuncio’s focus is back on Cassandra, on Nolan’s fingers as they disappear beneath her skirt, and I’m certain he barely hears my words as his eyes skate over her body. They roam every inch and never linger too long on one spot.
Cassandra plays it up, letting the straps of her dress drop to her elbows. The left side of her bodice falls too, but Nolan grabs her breast just in time, preventing anyone in the room from seeing anything more than he’s comfortable with .
I’m surprised Nolan’s letting it go this far, actually.
Cassandra gasps at Nolan’s hand squeezing and massaging her chest. Nuncio groans and rubs himself through his pants, not bothering to hide it from us.
Bile rises from my stomach, but I ignore it, clearing my throat and sending a pointed look in Nuncio’s direction.
He blinks and glances at me, then back to Cassandra and Nolan. Exhaling, he shakes his head. “What were we talking about?” He sits up straighter. His eyes keep wandering back to them, though. He can’t look away from the over-the-top show they’re putting on.
We’ve got him exactly how we want him: distracted and willing to divulge the information we need.
I place my elbows on the table. “We were discussing our attendance at your auctions.”
“Right. Of course.” Nuncio nods absentmindedly.
“I’ll send a VIP invitation to your primary club, The Black Door.
” He rises to his feet, signaling the end of our meeting, and walks over to me to shake my hand again.
“I hope you’ll be able to make it soon. The girls we’re auctioning off…
Well, considering I captured several of them, I can promise you they are pure perfection. ”
I rise from my seat, clasp his hand, and smile at him, using visions of me bathing in his blood to keep the fake joyous expression on my face. “I can’t wait.”
He huffs out a laugh. “Me neither. There’s this one girl… Big round eyes and plump, pouty lips that I know will look even better wrapped around my cock…”
I drop his hand, curling mine into a fist at my side.
It could be anyone, I remind myself. A million girls around the world could fit that description.
Nuncio sighs and continues talking, practically lost in thought as he pictures the female he’s describing. “Feisty little thing, that Anaís. I can’t wait to break her.”
Behind me, Dominic tenses. “That’s Sarina’s code name,” he mindlinks me.
My aura boils, shooting through my body faster than lightning and threatening to erupt out of me with the force of a tidal wave. Before I realize what I’m doing, I’m leaning forward as if to launch myself at him.
Dominic grabs my forearm and squeezes. “You’ll have your blood later. I promise.”
“Breathe, Seb,” Nolan says. “At least we know for sure they have her, that the witch wasn’t lying. ”
I close my eyes and clench my teeth, shoving my raging lycan into a prison cell in my mind.
When I open them, Nuncio is walking away from us, none the wiser to the fate that almost befell him for speaking about my little rogue that way.
“How—”
“Cassandra hid your aura,” Nolan tells me, kissing her behind her neck. “That disgusting asshole was too lost in thought to notice the anger in you.”
I grunt my response, clenching my fists tighter and letting my claws scrape my flesh to keep me grounded. “Let’s go.”
Tossing a wad of hundred-dollar bills on the table, I shove my hands into my pockets and stroll through the room, this time not bothering to pay any attention to the other Doms and their playthings.
The others follow me. I don’t see them, but I sense them taking my cue, gathering themselves and falling into step behind me.
“The limo is out front still,” Dominic says, pocketing his phone.
Before heading up the stairs, I scan the room one final time, making a silent promise to the subs scattered throughout the space.
I will get you all to safety.
I know none of the girls can hear me, but I make my vow anyway.
We leave the club and slide into the back of the vehicle in silence.
Once inside, Nolan removes his button-up, yanking it over his head, and covers Cassandra’s body with it.
The shirt falls to her knees and the sleeves cover her hands, but he nods in satisfaction and pulls her into his lap, wrapping her in his arms and kissing the top of her head.
She curls herself into him and closes her eyes, breathing in his scent as he plays with the strands of her hair.
I roll up my sleeves and stare at my hands to give Nolan and Cassandra a moment of privacy. Dominic taps away at his phone, his brow furrowed as he furiously types out an email or a text message.
The limo pulls away from the curb, and it takes every ounce of strength I have to not order it back to the club, to not tear out of the backseat and back down into the club to rip every male in there to shreds.
Instead, I lean back against the seat and run my hands through my hair. “I’m sorry.” I glance at Nolan and Cassandra. “I shouldn’t have asked this of you. ”
Nolan shakes his head, and a small smile tugs at his lips. “It’s fine. Besides, I owed you a favor, and now we’re even.”
I frown at him. “What are you talking about?”
“I wouldn’t have Cassandra if it weren’t for you.”
“You’d have found your way to her eventually. I just sped the process up a little.” I put my hands behind my head, leaning back against them, and stretch my legs out in front of me. “But I am three for three now.”
Cassandra laughs, and Nolan rolls his eyes, shoving me with one hand. “Dickhead.”
“Reid keeps calling me that. ‘Dickhead’.” Dominic locks his phone. “I thought we were on better terms again, but—”
“It’s a term of endearment,” Cassandra says, eyes still closed and her arms winding around Nolan’s torso.
Dominic raises a brow. “‘Dickhead’ is a term of endearment?”
“If Reid is saying it to your face, yes.” I clap him on the shoulder. “Welcome to the family.”
A silence settles over us after that as the car maneuvers through the bustling city.
Dominic leans into the corner, crossing his arms and resting against the window. Nolan lowers his face closer to Cassandra’s as they murmur softly to each other.
My heart clenches as their whispering winds its way to my ears while I stare out the front window, watching the lights paint the highway in white and red.
Their words are nothing more than leaves rustling in the wind, their voices too quiet to make out, their conversation meant for only each other.
But the absence of Sarina in my arms weighs me down, and I lean forward with my elbows on my knees to cradle my head in my palms.
A hand grabs my shoulder. “Hey.”
I glance at Nolan.
His serious eyes stare at me intently. “You’ll get Sarina back, Sebastian,” he says, squeezing my shoulder. “If anyone can pull this off, it’s you. Your plan will work.”
“I hope you’re right.” I manage a half-smile in his direction. “Goddess, I hope you’re right.”