The officer eyed Dig and his fist. “If you go near the De Astor girl, you’ll be arrested.”
Dig would have to do this himself.
Delphine was looking for thefeelingof love, this much was obvious considering her routine merry-go-round of constant dates. She regularly dated people with unlimited credit cards and yachts that docked in Greece. He watched with faint hilarity and intrigue from the windows of white-table-clothed restaurants as she looked across at these people, dully rapping her fingers along the tabletop. It looked as if she were at the dentist.
She fucked a lot of them.
Dig had to restrain himself from pulling out his pocketknife.
All until a man in a tuxedo had accessorised her on his arm for the opera. There, under the lamp light before hopping into a shiny SUV they had pressed their lips together while the stars winked above them.
Nuisance kicked Dig to growl, he dreamt of turning the man inside out and then—
Delphine had made a sour face, wiping her lips as if the man had tasted like the underside of a couch and promptly left.
A consequence of the connection. Once you had a Soulmate, everyone else was lacklustre; pieces of garish white bread, empty air or that feeling of vomit that rose in the back of your throat.
The only person that could satisfy you was your Soulmate.
Why wasn’t she looking forhim?
Delphine took herself to a nightclub with her pack of girlfriends seemingly in search for someone to satisfy her needs. She wore a tight red dress, her hair waterfalled down her back, her crushed glitter eyelids fluttered as she danced. Dig huddled in the corner, hands in his jean pockets, watching her under the strobe lights as she tossed herself from person to person, sampling, tasting, never finding the one that could fulfill her cravings.
Her guards weren’t there.
Dig cut across the wave of bouncing bodies, shoving people aside and snatched her by the waist before she landed into the hands of another. He pushed away the woman she had been reaching for and placed himself in her grasp.
Here I am, he thought,take me.
The music was near barbaric. The heat touched all the corners of his skin. She smelled like beautiful. His heart thrashed furiously.
He looked down at her, at the splendour of her face.
She looked up at him, smiling stupidly.
“Delphine,” he said her name, but it was drowned out under the blaring bass. “I’m—”
She kissed him.
His world came to a colliding halt until all that mattered was her, there, in his arms, her lips on his, her tongue dipping into his mouth, her hands scaling up his chest and then back down, tugging on his belt. His heart nearly shattered from its beating, his cock turned instantly hard, and that primal urge took over.
He kissed her back.
Rough. Hard. Snatching her face, he tethered her to him, and she reached up and anchored her arms around his neck. They devoured each other, hungry, ravenous.
He picked her up, and she did not resist, wrapping her legs around him. Outside in the alleyway, he crushed her up against the wall, pressing his hard cock behind his zipper into her panties. She moaned. He groaned.
“Oh freckles.” Her voice was his favourite song. “You feel so good.”
“You’re so beautiful.” He pressed his forehead against hers. “You can feel it, can’t you?” He felt his own heart, pounding and shuddering to break free of his chest and then felt hers… it was still. “What the fuck?”
She grabbed his hips and locked them below. “I’m going to climb you like a mountain.”
“Delphine, I think you’re my Soulmate, can’t you feel it?”
Cupping his erection, she grinned. “I can feel something!”
“Delphine.” He looked into her shiny eyes, eyes that he could not wait to investigate for the rest of his life. “I’m going to be good to you, I promise I’ll always treat you with proper respect—”
