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“Beta Cross, wait for me outside. I’ll be with you soon.” As Cross left the room, Delilah turned to Farrell. She approached him slowly, her small but powerful hands reaching up to cradle his face. “Please, my Alpha, my love,” she whispered, her voice filled with tenderness. “I understand how you feel. But this is important. I’ll be back with you in no time, I promise.”

“Do you want this, Delilah? I can’t stop a second time with you.” “More than I have ever wanted anything.” She reaches for my track pants, sliding them down to bare my painful erection to her. Delilah is not wasting any time tonight and I rip my shirt off, tossing it to the side. She leans forward, stroking me before taking me into her mouth as I groan her name. She’s good at this and I slide my hands into her curls as she moves, wrapping her heat tightly around me with breaks to lick me in slow, teasing motions. I will not last, and I try to pull her away, but Delilah holds my ass as she takes me deep into her throat.

My knees shook with despair. Delilah leaned back in, even closer this time. But instead of a malicious whisper, her voice was sharp and cutting. “I won’t kill you, if that’s what you’re thinking. No, that would be too simple. Your misery would be too short-lived.” She paused and brought her nose inches from my neck. She sucked in air through her nose.

And yet she stood there telling me otherwise. Why? Why was this different? For a long moment, the only sound was my ragged breathing. Delilah sat at the edge of the mattress, hands folded tightly in her lap, her eyes never leaving my face. She watched me with something close to desperation, as though waiting for me to finally acknowledge her devotion. “You are still here?” I asked at last. “Of course I was here,” she replied quickly, almost too quickly. “I always am.”

“That’s dangerous. But also… powerful.” I hesitated. “He’s not hurting me.” Her gaze snapped to mine, sharp as a blade. “Not yet.” I swallowed hard, fingers curling around my knee. “I want to talk to him. I need to understand what this is.” Delilah closed her eyes, murmuring in a language I didn’t recognize. The flames flickered, casting shadows that stretched like fingers across the floor, then her breath hitched. “He’s here.” The room dropped ten degrees. Delilah’s eyelids fluttered and her voice shifted into a deeper one. “You called me. You summoned me through sweat and breath. You claimed me.”

Li-lah stared at her phone for a very long time. She'd promise herself not to involve anyo else in her plans and be was the last person she wanted to get involved in this but she had vowed to do anything to get her revenge and she was going to stick to her guns no matter what, she dialled up the number and waited. 'Hello?' 'Hello-' she paused again, weighing up her options. This wasn't going to be easy. "Hello? This is Delilah Sanchez."

“Who is she?” I gulped the rising bile in my throat and felt my heart thudding so hard against my rib. “This is Delilah, I told you about in the last call.” She nodded her head, eyeing me up and down. “Does she even know how to work?” I almost crouched in front of her intense gaze. They’re unwelcoming and repulsion. “Yes, she helped me so much here. You don’t even know but she is a fast learner.” Kat only hummed and walked inside looking around the bakery. My palms were sweating bad at the thought of losing this job.

Delilah's POV: I ran to the shed near the gate, shifted, and grabbed a pair of jeans and a shirt from the drawer. Putting on the clothes, I went back to Antonio, "I am Delilah." His teeth bared at me, "I know very well who you are. Answer my question now." I was running out of time. I swallowed and tried to move past him toward the door. A hand clasped around my upper arm and jerked me back, "I am expecting an explanation, girl."

Chapter Forty Eight. Delilah was singing a song that she used to sing with her mother when Oriel got to the cell. As usual, she did not acknowledge him, so he let himself into the cell, and dragged Delilah up. “What is going on? Am I going to die without saying goodbye to my mom?” Delilah asked with a small frown on her face. She had always felt that she would go like this, but she wasn’t mentally prepared for it.

he says as he puts out his hand to shake Gram’s hand. She shakes his hand but doesn’t let go. “Hello, Dirk. I’m Delilah, but you can call me Del. Or anything else you want to call me,” she says in a low, seductive voice. I think I’m having a stroke. She’s still holding his hand as her other hand runs slowly up his arm till she gets to his biceps and gives it a good squeeze. My mouth drops. I can’t believe what I’m seeing right now. I don’t want to be seeing this right now. My Grams can’t be flirting with my friends!