Eclipse Sector (V-Clan #3)

22. Ivana

CHAPTER TWENTY-TWO

IVANA

Mine . I shivered. Mine. Mine. Mine.

Cillian’s blood coated my tongue and throat. He tasted like a refreshing day. Crisp. New. Inspiring.

I pulled on his lip, desiring more of his addictive flavor. All strength and masculinity, yet underlined with a sense of refreshment. A sense of freedom. A sense of renewed life.

Vana, he groaned into my mind.

Mine was all I said in reply.

As though I’d even needed to think about his offer. Such a humorous notion. I’d craved this Alpha for six very long years. I wasn’t going to waste a second longer than necessary in making my decision.

“Fuck,” he growled out loud, his mouth claiming mine in the next beat.

It wasn’t a tentative kiss or a soft one. It was harsh. Hungry. Punishing .

Naughty little Omega, he telepathically said. You didn’t even let me finish talking.

I was tired of waiting for you to get to the point, I sassed back at him. Besides, there was nothing left to say.

He growled.

I rumbled in return.

His palm encircled my throat, his tongue dominating mine. His blood mingled with the taste of my arousal on his lips, providing an erotic undertone for our embrace.

This male had just forced three orgasms from me, and yet I was ready again. More than ready.

Stars, I’d never experienced anything like this. It was more intense than my heat. More impactful. More meaningful.

Cillian squeezed my throat. “Always trying to tell me what to do.”

“It’s one of my flaws,” I returned, causing him to grin against my lips.

“It’s one of your strengths,” he countered, then took my mouth with a renewed vengeance.

Molten need heated my veins, lighting me on fire from within. Every part of me burned, my skin pulled tight as my nerves tingled with want.

Cillian stoked my inner flames with his tongue, each stroke somehow making me that much hotter, to the point where I felt like I might combust from his mouth alone.

But just before I could, his thumb circled my pulse and his mouth left mine to trail a path of kisses to my ear. “I’m going to knot you, Omega. And then, I’m going to bite you.”

I shuddered, the words reminiscent of a dream. “Yes,” I moaned. “Yes, Alpha.” I wanted him deep inside me, pulsing and claiming and branding me as his.

Except he was still clothed.

I could feel his heavy arousal through his pants, but it wasn’t nearly enough. I needed him closer. Naked. Hard and insistent against my skin.

He must have read my mind, or perhaps felt the same way, because he went up to his knees to remove his long-sleeved shirt. My mouth watered at the sight of his sinewy strength, his muscles rippling with the motion of pulling off the fabric.

Then his hand went to his pants, his thumb flicking open the button and guiding the zipper downward.

I swallowed, my eyes tracking over every exposed inch of him.

A small whimper escaped me as he moved off the bed, my skin suddenly bereft from his missing touch.

He grinned, clearly having caught the sound. “I think I would enjoy hearing you beg for my knot, macushla. But not this time. We’ve both waited far too long already.”

And whose fault is that? I nearly asked out loud. Instead, it remained a thought in my mind, one he definitely heard.

Because he aloud replied, “Mine. And I’m about to spend all day apologizing to you for it. So I hope you didn’t plan on sleeping anytime soon because we won’t be resting much at all.”

A shiver traversed my spine, the sensation heightening the heat within me.

“You’re about to become mine, Omega,” Cillian went on. “There will be no going back after this.”

Stars , this all felt like a dream. A fantasy. Unreal .

Alphas were possessive, but Cillian… Cillian had always pushed me away. Told me to find another Alpha. Refused to dance with me. Argued with me.

But now… now he was threatening to own me.

And I welcomed that ownership by spreading my legs wider for him. “Knot me, Alpha,” I told him. Only it came out as a plea, not a command. One that had his cock growing impossibly larger in response.

This was going to hurt in the best way.

Fortunately, his mouth and fingers had me more than ready to receive him.

Only, he didn’t immediately climb over me and slide inside me.

No.

He picked up one of my legs and pressed a kiss to my ankle instead. Then he trailed his lips upward to my inner knee as he shifted forward. His teeth skimmed the inside of my thigh, making my heart beat a little faster.

Will he claim me there? I wondered dizzily.

I’m claiming you with my knot before my teeth, Omega, he whispered into my mind. This is me worshipping you. Loving you. Ensuring you’re truly ready for me to fuck you .

My legs clenched in response, my core suddenly desperate for friction. This man… the things he was saying… Gods, Cillian…

Just Cillian will do, he replied as his mouth met my weeping heat once more. He gave me a long lick, his chest rumbling with approval. You taste so fucking good, macushla. He ran his tongue against my sensitive flesh again, causing my toes to curl in response.

Then he slid two fingers into me, and my entire world turned on its axis. Because all I could feel was him, his touch, his intimate kiss, his everything.

Another growl touched the air, this one slightly more feral. A warning. One I saw reflected in his dark gaze as he stared up at me from between my thighs. His wolf was on edge, threatening to take over entirely.

I understood because my animal was pacing inside me as well, demanding that our chosen mate return the favor with his bite.

But rather than sink his teeth into my skin, he licked me. Long. Hard. Thoroughly . All while stretching my channel with his fingers. A third one joined his efforts, making me flinch a little in response.

Maybe I wasn’t as ready as I’d thought, I mused as I arched into his touch.

Almost ready, he murmured back to me, clearly having heard my mental voice. It’s still going to burn, love, but I’ll give you time to adjust.

I won’t need it, I promised him. I’ve waited too long for you, Cillian. Too long for your knot. I want all of you. Every damn inch. Every violent thrust. I was made for you, Alpha. Let me have you. Please let me have you.

“I was right,” he growled. “I do enjoy hearing you beg for my knot.” He crawled upward, his lips glistening with my arousal. “Next time, though, I’m going to make you kneel while you beg. Then I’m going to fuck this beautiful mouth of yours and make you suck my cock.”

I gasped against his damp lips, the visual his words provoked making me even wetter below. But he didn’t give me a chance to respond to his request—or ask him to do just that now—because he was kissing me again.

Passionately.

Possessively.

Purposefully.

Cillian…

Vana, he returned, his hips settling against mine. “Wrap your legs around me, love.”

My limbs moved before he even finished speaking, my damp core instantly meeting his hardened flesh. I wanted him inside me. Claiming me. Knotting me.

He balanced himself on one arm, then grabbed my hand and led it downward between us. My fingers tingled as they met the base of his shaft—right against his knot.

“Grab my cock, Ivana,” he demanded. “And show me where you want me.”

Every part of me lit up even hotter than before, his words filled with command while also ensuring my consent.

This Alpha didn’t want to take ; he wanted to give .

And I very much wanted to receive .

I guided him to my entrance, my insides squeezing in anticipation of his size. So big. So Alpha. So ? —

Mine , he interrupted, his hips punching forward and forcing me to accept him in a powerful thrust.

I instantly stilled, the shock of his entry leaving me breathless.

But the pain only lasted a second before bliss overtook my being, my world suddenly feeling exquisitely right .

Because he filled me completely, his head touching a place so deep inside me that it almost felt forbidden.

So much better than my toy, I thought on a mental exhale. Gods, so, so much better.

Cillian purred in response, the sound quickly morphing into an intimidating rumble as he slid out to the tip and back in again. “You’re never using a toy again,” he informed me, his hand trapping mine on the mattress beside my head. “Only my cock, Ivana. Only ever my cock .”

My thighs tensed against his hips, my body more than on board with that new rule. “Only ever your knot .”

His chest vibrated with his approval, then his mouth captured mine in a bruising kiss as his pace increased below.

My fingers threaded with his, my opposite hand grabbing his muscular shoulder. I dug my nails into his skin, my insides clenching and pulsing around his sensual assault.

It was intense yet tender. I could feel him holding back some of his strength, his body seeming to cradle me beneath him rather than owning me entirely.

I wanted to make him move, force him to take me harder.

But I couldn’t.

Mostly because this felt right. It felt good . There was so much emotion caught up in this embrace, so much history, so much want .

His kiss turned molten against my mouth, his tongue distracting me from his movements below. All I could do was breathe him in, let him devour me, submit to his dominance, and just… exist .

It was freeing.

Liberating.

Enlightening .

I’d never felt so cherished and protected before, his strength surrounding me in a way that left no doubt as to his claim.

He’s going to bite me, I marveled, excited to feel his teeth in my flesh. To experience his possession. Oh, but first… first he’s going to knot me…

My core clenched, my body primed and ready for his erotic claim.

Stars, this was better than anything I’d ever experienced before, better than the intense pleasures brought on by my heat cycle.

And it was because of Cillian being inside me. My chosen mate. The Alpha of my dreams.

“You feel incredible,” he said against my mouth. “Fuck, I want to stay here forever, never leave the warmth of your sweet, tight pussy.”

He drew my bottom lip into his mouth and nibbled it lightly, then released my hand to palm my breast.

“I want to mark every damn inch of you,” he went on. “Cover you in my seed, then parade you around in front of all those other Alphas, just so they know you’re mine.”

His mouth went to my neck, his teeth sinking into my pulse.

Only, he didn’t break the skin, just bit down hard enough to leave an imprint.

Or maybe it would bruise.

I didn’t care. I loved this possessive side of him, his dark words, his intimate vows.

“I’m going to bite you here,” he whispered. “Then again on each tit.” He tweaked my nipple as he uttered the threat. “And finally between your legs. I’m going to fucking claim every part of you, Vana. And then you’re going to do the same to me.”

His palm slid up to my throat, his thumb tracing my jaw as he returned his lips to mine.

“I want you to bite my knot, then suck my cock.” The words resembled a wicked demand against my mouth, his dark eyes intense. “You’re going to own me, Vana. Every fucking inch. And I’ll reward you by coming down your pretty little throat.”

I shuddered, his dirty words undoing me. “Gods, Cillian…”

“Just Cillian,” he reminded me, his hips thrusting forward to punctuate his words. “ Your Cillian.”

My core tensed around him, his words striking a chord inside me. I loved that he was mine. Now I wanted to be his . “Please, Cillian. Give me your knot. Please .”

He nipped my lower lip. “Always telling me what to do,” he mused, laving the indent he’d just left on my mouth. “Fuck, you’re perfect, macushla. So damn perfect.”

His tongue silenced any sort of reply I could have made, his hands roaming down my sides. I jolted as he grabbed my hips, my legs squeezing him as he took control of my lower half.

A strangled sound escaped me as he started to pound into me, his cock going impossibly deeper.

Stars, I’d thought he’d been fucking me before. But no. That had been tender compared to this. A slow introduction of his power and prowess.

This… this was Cillian taking charge and unleashing his beast. This was an Alpha taking his chosen Omega. This was… rapturous bliss.

I bowed off the bed, my body his to command. And my mouth opened to receive his dominating tongue.

Yes, yes, yes, I chanted in my mind, reality slowly slipping away as passion took hold of my being.

Cillian growled, the sound one that resonated deep within—an Alpha call. A claim. A way to provoke even more slick from an Omega. It was a natural response, a type of domination, and it sent me cascading into a whirlwind of sensation.

Dark.

Light.

Heat.

So. Much. Heat .

His name left my mouth as I screamed inside my mind, my limbs shaking as I broke beneath an avalanche of unadulterated ecstasy.

Too much, I thought wildly. Oh, stars, it’s too much…

The pressure inside…

The pain…

His knot, I realized with a start. That’s his knot .

He’d followed me over the precipice into an oblivion of sweet relief, only to secure us both with his impressive bulb. I could feel him throbbing inside me, his seed filling me with the intent to breed.

Although, I could only become pregnant during an estrous cycle.

So we were safe.

Except…

I frowned.

Except this feels too intense…

Cillian whispered my name, but he felt far away despite being above me. I stared up at him, his face a blur due to the tears in my eyes.

I tried to respond, to utter a question, but a spasm shook my core with such vigor that all I could do was moan.

Oh, Gods, I needed more . His knot was no longer throbbing inside me, yet he was still there, locking us together in an agonizingly still embrace.

Move, I begged him. Oh, please, move!

Because I needed him to come again. To drive me over the edge once more. To fill me so completely, so utterly, that I could taste him.

He said my name again, this time with a harsher undertone.

But I couldn’t focus on him. I just wanted to come again. And again. And again .

This was so much worse than my heat. It… it hurt .

Tears filled my vision, these ones born of pain, not pleasure.

Cillian held my face between his palms, his expression furious.

I’m sorry, I tried to tell him. I… I don’t… I don’t know what’s happening.

If he heard me, he didn’t respond. Or maybe he did and I couldn’t hear him over the rushing sound in my ears.

Everything burned. And I felt empty. So, so empty…

Like I always did during my heat cycles.

Oh, Gods, Cillian isn’t going to help me. He never helps me. He’s never here…

Years of torture filled my mind, all those moments where I tried to satisfy myself with the toy, only to end up screaming in my nest. Alone. In agony. Without an Alpha to properly care for my needs.

I’d put Cillian on my list because he was the only Alpha I trusted, the one Alpha I desired.

But he never came.

He never comes.

He doesn’t want me.

He’s never wanted me.

I closed my eyes, lost to the torment of my past, swimming in a sea of solitude.

I need my toy. I need the fake knot. Something to relieve this pressure. Something to help me through this hell!

I squirmed, my nest no longer comforting. I needed… needed… Stars!

Did I scream that out loud?

Because my throat… it felt… raw.

Why is this happening? It’s too soon, a logical part of me recognized.

But another spasm yanked me under a wave of lava that left me gasping for air that no longer existed.

I’m drowning.

It’s just the heat, I told myself. It’s… it’s going to be okay.

But he isn’t coming.

He never comes.

Cillian… never… comes.