Page 95 of Eclipse Sector
All flushed and panting.
Her mind begging for more. For my knot. For me to fuck her the way an Alpha should.
“Keep going,” I told her, my voice holding a touch of a growl to it. Because I was both loving and hating this demonstration. I wanted to help her. Touch her. Kiss her.Claimher.
But I needed this punishment. Ideservedit.
Six long fucking years, I’d denied us both. I’d deniedthis. Her parted lips. Lust-blown pupils.Drippingsex. I could see her so clearly through the water, her finger sliding inside herself with ease. Every time she brushed her little clit, she tensed, then moaned inside her mind.
“Talk to me,” I demanded. “Don’t keep it to yourself, macushla. Torture me with your words.”
“Cillian,” she breathed, arching once more. “You’re the one who’s…” She trailed off on a sharp inhale, then exhaled the rest of her sentence with, “Torturing me.”
My eyebrow lifted. “How am I torturing you, Vana?”
“By not touching me,” she whispered, her eyelashes fanning along her cheekbone. “By denying me for years. Byrejectingme.”
A growl caught in my chest as my knees bent toward the floor. “I neverrejectedyou,” I told her again as I settled besidethe tub, my hands grabbing the porcelain edge as I leaned over her..
“You did. You have.” Her eyes started to close as a shudder visibly trembled through her.
“Look at me, Vana.” I ensured my tone held the right edge of dominance. Sensual, not threatening. Because while her words infuriated me, that wasn’t why I desired her gaze. I wanted to watch her, see the moment she approached the precipice of no return, witness her in the throes of climax.
Her blonde lashes fluttered as she reopened her eyes, her alluring blue irises darkening to show her inner wolf.
“You’re so beautiful, love,” I whispered, my irritation disappearing in a blink. Her cheeks were pretty and pink, her eyes were filled with yearning, and her plump lips were parted in expectation. “Fuck, Vana. I could never reject you. You’re the only one I’ve wanted for six very long years.”
She started to shake her head, an argument already forming in her mind.
But I was done debating semantics. I wanted to watch my beautiful Omega come.
I pushed the long sleeves of my long shirt up to my elbows.
“But you?—”
I grabbed the tub again and slipped my other hand into the water, effectively silencing her. Her eyes widened as I touched her wrist, then she gasped when I stopped her from pulling away from me. “If you’re not going to finish the job, darling, then I’ll help you,” I said, sliding my fingers alongside hers.
She moaned long and loud as I pressed her palm onto her clit, our hands realigning together to allow me to push one of her fingers—along with one of mine—into her slick channel. “Cillian,” she breathed, her lower half bowing up out of the tub and into the pressure created by our joint touch.
I gently pushed her back down, then curled our fingers together inside her. “You’re very tight, macushla,” I said softly. “We’ll need to work on that if you want my knot.”
Her sheath tightened around me in response, her mind seeming to fracture from my words alone. Mostly because she couldn’t believe I was here, touching her, and talking about fucking her.
Rejected me for so long, she was thinking to herself.
I nearly sighed at her use of that word again. I just didn’t care for it in relation to Ivana. Had I told her to look elsewhere? Yes. But I’d never used the wordrejectwith her.
However, in this case, my actions and words…
I bowed my head. “You’re right,” I admitted, hating myself a little more. “I have rejected you in a way, but not because I didn’t want you, Ivana. I hope that much is at least clear. And if it’s not, I’m about to make itveryclear to you just how much I want you.”
I slid a second finger inside her, trapping her single digit there as her thighs clenched in response. “Cillian,” she moaned, her lower half attempting to leave the tub again. But this time I was ready for her, my palm already pressing her hand down right into her clit.
“You’re going to come for me, Ivana,” I informed her. “Then I’m going to pull you out of this tub, take you to your nest, and lick every fucking inch of you while you come again and again.” Because I owed her six years of orgasms. Six years of pleasure. Six years ofcompanionship.
“Oh, stars…” The hiss of words escaped her on an exhale as her free hand jolted downward to wrap around my wrist. Then she pressed up into our joined touch below and released the most exquisite sound I’d ever heard from her, one I memorized in an instant and trapped in my memories for life.
Part scream, part moan, and one hundred percent Ivana.
