Page 96 of Eclipse Sector

Her body shook with the force of her climax, her inner walls clamping down so hard around my fingers that my knot physically pulsed in response. Because fuck, I couldn’t wait to be inside her while she did that. She’d be so tight, so perfect, somine.

I released her as soon as her spasms subsided and lifted her from the tub, causing water to splash out everywhere. But I didn’t care. I needed to taste her. To claim her with my tongue. To force that sound out of her as soon as fucking possible.

She yelped as I tossed her wet body into her nest, my name leaving her with a chastising tone—one I was far too familiar with from her.

But I ignored her.

Spread her legs.

And pressed my mouth to her swollen clit.

Ivana screamed in response, her hands finding my head as she tried to push me away. “Too much,” she said. “Too soon.”

I huffed a laugh against her soaked pussy. “You can take it, Vana. Trust me.”

Whatever argument she was about to toss my way died in a jumble of words as I sucked her pulsing little bud into my mouth while sliding two fingers back inside her.

My Omega reacted just as I’d expected—by releasing a fresh wave of slick all over my hand.Gods, Ivana, it’s like you’re in heat,I told her, loving her reaction to my touch.Your body is just begging for me to knot you.

Yesss,she hissed back into my mind, her body squirming beneath me.

I pressed my unoccupied palm to her belly to hold her in place while I devoured her. Licking every inch, just like I’d vowed to do. Nibbling gently. Kissing her intimately. Memorizing the taste of her sweet cunt. Finger-fucking her tight channel.

She chanted my name, her fingers yanking on my hair while she also pushed me even more into her hot flesh. Those chants turned into shrieks that could probably be heard all over the damn sector as she fell apart again, her body shaking almost violently from the onslaught of her ecstasy.

When I didn’t stop licking her, she began to cry, her hoarse voice resembling a soft little whimper of protest.

But that protest died within minutes of me pushing her further, her Omega form more than capable of withstanding my sensual assault.

You were made for this, Omega,I reminded her, my tongue gently lapping at her weeping slit as I indulged in her citrus-like flavor.And as your Alpha, I was made to pleasure you. I’m sorry I’ve waited so long to introduce you to oblivion, love. So fucking sorry.

I’d spend the next several hours—days—making it up to her.

And I allowed her to see that in my mind, my licentious promises loud and detailed, as I pushed all my fantasies into her head.

She vibrated in response, her pussy strangling my fingers as I resumed my pace against her clit.

Stars, stars, stars, she was thinking.

The word slowly shifted into something else entirely. Something incomprehensible. Because all she could do was feel. Embrace.Take.

As she fell apart a third time, I smiled, loving how utterly incoherent she’d become.

I pressed my lips to her sensitive flesh and whispered sweet words of praise, telling her how good she was, how much I loved making her come, and thanking her for letting me taste her. “You’re positively decadent,” I murmured, kissing her again and chuckling as she tensed. “Worried I’ll force another orgasm outof you, love?” I trailed my lips over her neatly trimmed mound to her hip bone.

“Y-yes,” she stammered, quivering.

“Hmm, that was a fairly coherent answer,” I mused. “You definitely need more orgasms. Plural, Vana. Many more.”

She attempted to close her legs, but I was between them, preventing it from happening.

“No, love. If I’m your Alpha, then you’re my Omega. And I fully intend to brand myself on your very fucking soul, macushla.” I sank my teeth into her skin, leaving a mark on her hip. She hadn’t bitten me before, which didn’t make this a claiming bite. But it certainly displayed intent.

And it was an intention that she understood, because she instantly froze beneath me, her eyes going wide. “Cillian…”

I laved the mark I’d left on her hip, drawing the blood onto my tongue, then crawled up her body so she could watch me swallow it.

“If we’re doing this, then we’re really doing this, Ivana. Because once I knot you, you’re mine.” I’d promised her that in the shower—that if I knotted her, there would be no other Alpha for her. “I don’t share.”