Page 92 of The Delta’s Rogue (Crescent Lake #4)

I tear myself away from her, gasping for air, as I remove my sweatpants. My dick is so hard, so ready for her that it hurts, and my little roguish queen licks her lips as she watches it come into view.

Her fingers curl into the blankets, her back arches, and her hips pulse. She begs me for my cock without uttering a single word, a single sound. Her body beckons me with its inviting dance and its sensual scent.

She’s irresistible. She always has been.

My mouth waters as that scent wafts towards me, propelled by her movements on the bed.

I clench my fists, resisting the urge to dive between her legs and make a meal of her pussy.

Between her thighs is my favorite place to be, but I don’t think I have the restraint to prevent myself from coming while tasting her.

It’s been too long since I’ve done anything more than use my hand on myself, and she looks, smells, and sounds like every fantasy I had of her during our time apart.

“ Sebastián, please…”

Crawling over her, I swipe my fingertips through her sensitive pussy once more. I savor her reaction, the way she twists from side to side and tightens her grip on the blankets as a groan vibrates her throat.

“I’m here, carino .” I lower my lips to her throat and fist my dick to guide it to her entrance. I kiss across her scars, giving them as much attention as the rest of her neck, so she understands they don’t deter me, don’t scare me. “I’ve got you.”

My tip brushes her pussy, and we both gasp at the sensation.

Earth-shattering pleasure envelops my senses as I slip inside her, pulsing in with the smallest movements.

She lifts her hips to meet mine, accepting every hard inch of me into her pussy with no resistance.

Her nipples graze my chest, and she wraps me in her arms, shoving my face further into her neck as she buries her nose in mine.

I don’t stop or pause, not even to savor the feeling of finally being one with her again. Not when her body is urging me to keep going. Her incessant movements, the soft sighs, and her moans as my cock glides in and out of her warm pussy encourage me to move with her.

Her previous orgasm didn’t slow her down. If anything, it gave her more energy, increasing her stamina and her need for me.

“More,” she begs, her nails scraping across my skin. “I need more, Sebastián. ”

I growl my response and thrust in deeper and harder while also pressing my body closer to hers. My lips kiss and suck on her neck to prepare it for my mark.

Everything is amplified and overwhelming, yet somehow not enough. I can’t be close enough to her or deep enough inside her. The connection we have—the connection we’ve always had—is not enough anymore.

It won’t be enough until we’ve marked each other.

My aura flows out of me. I release it, along with every ounce of love I have for her, and let it all wash over her. Her soft skin brushes mine, and her lips kiss across my collarbone as she trembles in my arms from everything I unleash on her.

In our heightened states, I sense a crack in the wall blocking the bond for her, and she sends it all right back to me. Her love, her fears, her dreams—they all become mine too. We give each other everything, let each other feel everything.

Together, we climb higher and higher until we’re part of the night sky. Our souls spiral, dance, and shoot across the heavens with the stars, leaving glittering love in their wake.

“Mark me, my king,” she says against my neck as she shudders in elevated pleasure. “Mark me so I’m yours forever and no one can take me away from you again.”

My gums itch as she makes her demands. “As you wish, my queen.”

My canines break through and scratch against her skin. She gasps and tilts her chin, giving me better access to her neck. My lips wrap around a spot near her collarbone that isn’t scarred, so my mark will be as visible as possible, and then I wait.

I wait and reach out through the bond as I tease that spot, nipping at it with my fangs and swirling my tongue over it. I search for her at the other end of our connection, using her emotions and the way her pussy tightens around my dick to gauge how close she is to coming.

I don’t want to sink my teeth into her neck until she’s right on the cusp of her orgasm. I want my mark to send her over the edge, and I want her to bring me along as she falls.

The time we spend suspended in reality before plunging into pleasure is infinite.

It stretches and wraps around us, and our anticipation builds.

With every second that passes, she holds me tighter and presses herself closer to me.

With every breath we take as we prepare to reach that highest peak of bliss together, our souls draw closer until the only thing keeping them apart is the mark not yet on her neck .

I widen my jaw and pierce her flesh with my teeth at the exact moment her pussy quakes uncontrollably.

She cries out, and her blood fills my mouth. It’s as sweet as the honeysuckles in her scent, and I draw in another mouthful of it, keeping my teeth in her neck for as long as possible to ensure our bond solidifies.

Our bodies continue to move together. There is a brief prick of pain at the base of my neck. My brow furrows in confusion, but before I can dwell on it, I’m drowning in incomparable, indescribable pleasure.

The last link of our bond falls into place. It winds around us—as soft as velvet, as red as the fabric that first marked her as mine, and as strong as diamonds.

My dick pulses inside her, releasing streams of my cum into her pussy as I groan through my orgasm. My teeth leave her neck as I strain to prolong the otherworldly ecstasy racing through my veins, bringing love, peace, and immeasurable, potent dominance with it .

Sarina’s tongue swipes across my collarbone, sending another shuddering jolt of pleasure through me. I collapse over her and roll to the side, bringing her with me as I wrap my arms around her and remove myself from her pussy.

I keep her close, keep her warm and protected in my embrace, as I revel in the heightened sensations from our bond.

Tears leak from my eyes as the full force of her unblocked emotions hits me through the bond. There are so many tumultuous emotions all at once—joy, disbelief, sorrow, and guilt in equal measure.

She gazes at my neck with glassy eyes. Her fingers trace across it, sending ripples of delight and love through me with each brush they take, and I blink down at her.

“Did you— Did you mark me?” I ask through my labored breathing.

A tear drops from her lashes and trails down her cheek. “I did,” she chokes out.

I smile and cup her face in my hand, bringing her eyes to meet mine. “Your lycan is back? It worked?”

Instead of an excitement that matches mine, her eyes fill with more tears and her anguish heightens.

“She was right there.” She pushes through her tears to get the words out. “I felt her when you marked me. I felt the bond solidifying, and I used her energy to mark you back.”

“Now she’s gone again?”

She nods, pulling her lips into her mouth.

“The bond—” She swallows and shuts her eyes, and I swipe a tear away with my thumb.

“The bond is back for me, though,” she manages to say.

“I can feel you again. All of you. Your love, your strength, your power…” She lifts her gaze to mine again, and I lose myself in the piercing, open vulnerability of her stare.

“You’re intoxicating and addicting,” she confesses, using the words I’ve always used to describe her.

“I’m sorry,” she sobs, shaking her head. “I couldn’t resist, and I—”

“Shh.” I tuck her head to my chest and hold her tightly. “It’s okay. You don’t need to apologize. I am beyond thrilled that I have your mark and that you feel our bond again. Whether or not your lycan is awake right now makes no difference to me.”

“But the attack tomorrow—”

“You’ll be on my team, at my side the entire time. You don’t need your lycan to fight with us. We all know you’re more than capable.”

“I’m a liability.” My chest muffles her soft-spoken confession, but I hear her and feel the conviction behind her words. “I can’t shift or mindlink, and I’m a ticking time bomb that may crumple beneath the weight of a panic attack at any moment.”

I sigh, kiss the top of her head, and stroke her back. “I won’t stop you if you want to back out, Sarina. Don’t make this decision right now, though. You should sleep on it.”

“But—”

I cup her cheeks and tilt her face to kiss her, cutting off her protests. “Sleep, my queen.”

She snuggles into my chests. I rub her back as her sorrow melts and her breaths return to normal. I hold her tightly in my arms, with my mark on her neck and our souls finally bound together forever—for this life and for all eternity.

“Sleep peacefully,” I whisper to my mate, my perfect match, the queen of my heart. “Sleep peacefully knowing that there is nothing that will come between us now, nothing that will let them take you from me in any way ever again.”