Page 181 of Wisteria and Cloves
"Yes, Alpha," I repeated, my voice breathy but deliberate. The word felt foreign on my tongue, but also somehow right—like a key sliding into a lock I hadn't known existed.
The sound that rumbled from his chest was pure Alpha—dominant, pleased, and utterly possessive. His hands gripped my hips with bruising intensity, holding me against him as he fought for control.
"You have no idea what you're doing to me," he growled, his lips brushing against my ear. "Calling me Alpha in that sweet voice.”
I shivered, feeling bold and vulnerable all at once. "It feels right to say it," I admitted, my fingers tracing the strong line of his jaw. "Like something inside me has been waiting to."
Julian's eyes blazed with heat as he shifted us in one fluid motion, laying me back against the nest of blankets. He hovered above me, his powerful frame caging me in the most delicious way.
"Do you know what it does to an Alpha when their Omega acknowledges them that way?" he asked, his voice rough with restraint. "Especially when that Alpha has been holding back for so long?"
I shook my head, breathless with anticipation and I decided to see what happened if I pushed a little more,“Alpha.”
Julian's control snapped. His lips crashed onto mine with a hunger that stole my breath away. Gone was the measured, careful Alpha who always kept himself in check. In his place was something possessive, and gloriously uninhibited.
"Mine," he growled against my mouth, his hands sliding beneath my shirt to find bare skin. "My Omega." The claim sent liquid heat coursing through me. I arched into his touch, my body responding instinctively to his dominance. His fingers traced fire along my ribs, each touch deliberate and claiming.
"Yes," I gasped when he allowed me to breathe, my hands clutching at his shoulders. "Yours, Alpha."
Something dangerous flashed in his eyes as he pulled back just enough to look at me. "Are you sure about this, Lilianna? Because if you keep calling me that, I won't be gentle like I was last time.”
“And you think the others were gentle too?” I asked, the others were attentive but they didn’t hold back like Julian does.
A flash of possessiveness crossing his features. "I know exactly how they were with you," he murmured, his voice dropping to that Alpha timbre that made my entire body respond. "Nicolaus told me about the cove date. Miles mentioned how you melted forhim in the firelight when you camped."
Heat bloomed across my cheeks at his words. Of course they shared details—they were a pack. They kept no secrets from each other, especially about me.
"They didn't hold back," I confirmed, finding courage in the hunger I saw in his eyes. "And I don't want you to either."
Julian's thumb traced my lower lip, his touch feather-light despite the tension radiating from his body. "I've been restraining myself since the moment you walked into our home," he admitted. "Always careful, always controlled. Always the Head Alpha who knows better than to frighten you with possessive touches and declarations.”
I reached up to cup his face, my thumb tracing the sharp line of his cheekbone. "You won't frighten me," I whispered, my voice steady despite the racing of my heart. "I trust you, Julian. I trust my Alpha."
The last thread of his control snapped at my words. His mouth claimed mine with a fierce hunger that left me breathless, his hands tangling in my hair as he deepened the kiss. This was Julian unleashed—dominant, possessive, and completely overwhelming in the best possible way.
"You have no idea how long I've wanted to hear you say that," he growled against my lips, his voice rough with need. "To claim you properly. To make you mine in every way…. and if I knew you were ready I would sink my teeth in your neck to make it perinate."
My breath caught at his words, the image of him marking me sending heat swirling through my entire body. The thought of belonging to him—to all of them—so completely, so permanently, made me dizzy with want.
"I want that," I whispered, my voice barely audible but carrying absolute conviction. "I want to be yours. All of yours."
Julian's eyes flashed with something primal and possessive. "Not yet," he said, his voice strained with the effort of holding back. "When I mark you, it will be with all of them present. You'll be claimed by your entire pack, not just me."
The promise in his words made me shiver with anticipation. I could picture it—all four of them surrounding me, their scents mingling with mine as they made me theirs forever. The thought was intoxicating.
"But tonight," Julian continued, his hands beginning to explore the curves of my body with reverent hunger, "tonight I'm going to worship every inch of you until you can't remember your own name, only mine."
His hands found the hem of my shirt, pausing just long enough to meet my eyes in silent question. At my eager nod, he lifted it over my head with careful urgency, his gaze drinking in the sight of me laid bare before him.
"Perfect," he breathed, his fingers tracing the delicate line of my collarbone. "So perfect, little omega." The endearment sent shivers through me, my body arching into his touch as he mapped every sensitive spot with methodical precision. This was Julian in his element—commanding, thorough, and utterly focused on my pleasure.
His mouth followed the path his hands had traced, pressing heated kisses to my throat, my shoulders, the valley between my breasts. Each touch was deliberate, designed to bring me pleasure while building a need so intense I could barely breathe. He lavished attention on my breasts, his tongue circling each nipple until I was writhing beneath him, desperate for more.
"Julian," I gasped, my fingers tangling in his hair as he moved lower, tracing the curve of my ribs with his lips. "Please..."
"Patience," he murmured against my skin, his breath hot as he pressed open-mouthed kisses to my stomach. "I've waited too long for this to rush it now."
His hands found the waistband of my pants, sliding them down my legs with torturous slowness. When I lay before him in nothing but my underwear, he paused, his eyes dark with hunger as he took in the sight. A smirk came to his lips as he let his hand slid over the fabric of my underwear before he gave a low growl before ripping them off.
