Or maybe his mouth,I marveled, recalling the words he’d said into my mind, the ones aboutdevouringme.
He’d been flirting with me in that dining hall, treating me like a desired Omega rather than a rejected one.
And I’d loved it. Perhaps it hadn’t been the most appropriate time for his mental commentary, but it’d given me hope.
Remembering it now didn’t inspire hope so much as lust because I could picture his face between my thighs and his tongue against my slick core.
Cillian,I moaned in my mind, my palm gliding down my belly toward the place I ached most.
I should have brought my toy into the bathroom. Should have known I’d end up touching myself.
Gods, I want your knot inside me,I wanted to tell Cillian. But he wasn’t here. So I thought it to myself instead as my fingers explored my damp flesh.This isn’t the same…
My touch wasn’t hot enough or hard enough.
I almost felt like I was going into heat with how badly I craved my Alpha. That was how pent up I felt from our shower escapades. All amplified by six years of wanting a man I couldn’t have.
A man who’d desired me the entire time yet fought his attraction under some misguided notion that I deserved better.
You’re mine, Cillian,I growled in my mind.I won’t let you reject me again.
“I never rejected you the first time, Vana,” he replied, causing my eyes to spring open.
He stood in the bathroom entrance, one shoulder propped up against the door frame, muscular arms folded, dark eyes smoldering.
“Cillian,” I breathed, my lungs ceasing to work.
“Ivana,” he returned, those sinful irises skating down my naked form—a form he could obviously see through the water. I found myself suddenly wishing I’d made a bubble bath instead of just using salt.
My hand instantly left my core, my cheeks warming in response.
“Don’t stop on my account,” he murmured, eyes slowly tracking back up to my face. “I was very much enjoying the show.”
My hand curled into a fist. “What are you doing in here?” I sputtered, ignoring his commentary regarding theshow.
“Well, I was in the hallway and about to knock, but then you threatened to chase me if I ran, so I shadowed inside instead.” His lips curled slightly. “If you’d like to chase me right now, in your current state, I think you’d catch me very quickly.”
I swallowed, my cheeks burning even hotter than before. “You heard all that?”
“Kind of hard not to, macushla,” he replied softly. “You were shouting at me, then moaning.” His gaze dropped once more. “Please continue. I’d like to see how this ends.”
I was so flustered that I didn’t even know how to respond to that.
Naturally, I chose the first thing on my mind and said, “You’re supposed to be in Glacier Sector.”
“Hmm,” he hummed. “I was there, yes. But there’s nothing left to discuss. The Alpha candidates all appear to be innocent. Thus, we need Sylvia to tell us what happened, and it’s going to be a while before she’s coherent enough to speak. So, I think I’ll pass the time by watching you come.”
“Cillian,” I choked out, at a loss of how to even begin reacting to his abrupt topic change.
“Yes, preferably with you saying my name as you climax.” He pushed away from the door and sauntered toward me. “Show me how you pleasure yourself, Vana. Perhaps I’ll reward you with a similar demonstration.”
My heart seemed to beat harder in my chest, creating a thudding sound in my ears. There was so much promise in his words, so much unveiledintention, that all I could do was stare up at him.
“Touch yourself,” he told me, a hint of dominance underlining those two words. “I want to see how you like to be stroked.” He stood right over the tub, his arms loose at his sides. “Teach me, Vana. Show me what pleases you.”
CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE
CILLIAN