Page 94 of Eclipse Sector
I didn’t come herefor this. I’d simply wanted to check in on her before heading home.
Hell, I’d expected her to be asleep.
But no.
She’d been loudly thinking about me. Captivating me with her thoughts. And any notion of doing the chivalrous thing—such as letting her go once and for all—dissolved into dust.
She was beautiful. Naked. Wet. Aroused. And cravingmyknot.
It took physical strength to stand here above her, fully clothed, and not touch her. But I wanted her to finish what she’d started. I wanted to watch her lose control. Hear her breathing change. Smell her need.Her slick.
“Touch yourself,” I repeated. “Now, Ivana.”
Because I needed to see her fall apart. To witness every excruciating second of it. To know what I’d been missing all these years. To determine how far off my fantasies had been from reality.
It would be a punishment and a gift. Sweet torture. Savage passion.
I’d been a fool to deny us both this connection. Or perhaps I was a fool to give in to it now.
The nuances no longer mattered. Reality could fuck off right along with my past vows.
Because all I cared about in this moment was Ivana’s hand and the tentative shift of her touch toward the slickness between her thighs.
“Be bold, macushla,” I told her. “Show me what I’ve been missing these last six years.”
Her nostrils flared, a challenge igniting in her gaze.
There’s my vixen. My Omega. The one who has never feared me.
I let her hear my thoughts, my mental voice open to her mind. It seemed only fair given everything I’d overheard from her.
Her furious need.
Her threat to chase me.
Her begging for my knot.
Her claim.
It was madness. Intense. A fucked-up fate.
But this Omega wanted me, even after everything I’d told her. She was determined to show me what we could be together. To embrace what little I had to give.
I didn’t deserve her.
So do better, Lorcan and Cael had said.
Gods, I would need to accomplish more than justbetter. And I had no idea where to start. If I even wanted that future. If I could even attain it.
However, that uncertainty—what little there was left of it—fled as Ivana’s finger brushed her clit. She jolted in response, her back bowing and bringing the tips of her beautiful tits into view above the water.
Fuck, I wanted to bend down and lick her. Nibble her.Biteher. Mark every godsdamn inch of her body. Scent her. Ensure everyone else knew she wasmine.
This all-encompassing desire was going to slay me. Shred my control. Demolish whatever resolve I had left to do what was right. Hell, I couldn’t even define what was right or wrong anymore.
And that hand between her thighs wasn’t helping matters.
Gods, she looked amazing.
