It was her. The female from the alley. In his head. He was connected to her, likely because he’d tasted her blood. While he didn’t know where she was, Eclipse could feel her emotions, hear the softness of her voice. She was calmer than she had been last night, her heart rate normal. If he hadn’t been there as it all went down, he would’ve never suspected she’d been assaulted. Perhaps she was good at hiding it.
“Yes, Mom. It’s me, Orianna. No, I’m okay. He didn’t hurt me. This guy … this guy appeared, killed him.”
Wait.
The voice definitely belonged to the female from the alley, the one he’d felt the strange connection to. But the male had called her Amber.
She’d said her name was Orianna.
Orianna McKay.
Hisamsouelot.
The voice sounded in his head again. “He thought I was Amber, Mom. And he was going to hurt me. Said Dad owed him money.” A brief pause. “I know. I’ll be careful. But I’m staying here. I can’t leave until I find her.”
The voice trailed off and Eclipse sank into the pillow, even as a sense of loss took up residence in his chest.
Holy fuck.
This was not at all the way he’d expected this would play out. Hisamsouelotseeing him get shot, watching him eliminate a male, as though it was a natural response.
Was she terrified of him now? How could she ever look him in the eye knowing he’d killed someone?
Suddenly, an overwhelming heat consumed him. His cock raged to life, harder than he’d ever felt it. And in his mind, he felt the connection with the female. He heard the soft rasps of her breath as well as … it sounded like water. The shower, maybe?
Oh, fuck.
Shoving the blankets down, he reached for his cock, fisting it tightly. With his eyes closed, Eclipse dropped his head back against the headboard as he roughly jerked his erection, desperate to find a release he doubted was waiting for him.
He’d already learned what the touch of a female did to him. The pain from Ziana’s soft fingers had been like holding a live wire.
Eclipse focused on the sounds drifting through his mind as he inched closer to release.
Oh, God!
His eyes flew open as the words whispered in his head. Her voice was familiar, yet not.
Soft whimpers reverberated all up in his gray matter. That was when he realized the sound of water had disappeared, replaced by a subtle vibrating hum.
She was pleasuring herself with a vibrator, likely seeking the same release Eclipse was. He wondered whether she knew she would never find it. Not the sort of release that would take the edge off, anyway. She needed him the same as he needed her. Only she wouldn’t understand any of it. The female had no clue who he was, much less that the only way to satisfy the hunger was to surrender to him.
Eclipse let the sweet sounds of her moans and whimpers fill his head as he stroked himself. It seemed to go on forever, the release just out of reach. When her moans grew louder, more desperate, he reached out to her mentally, not expecting to connect, but wishing like hell he could.
Then he felt her, the connection.
Please. I need to come. Oh, please.
Eclipse filled his thoughts with images of her beautiful face, allowed his imagination to take it further, fantasizing about his tongue stroking her, laving her, bringing her the pleasure she sought.
Oh, God! Oh, yes!
He could feel her tension as she reached for her release, desperate for it.
His head dropped back with a thud, his body tensing as he imagined himself plunging inside the warm depths of her body.
A soft, sensual cry sounded in his head as the female came. Her satisfied moans had his hand stilling, his cock pulsing as he came in a rush, the sensation plowing through his body, unlike anything he’d ever experienced at the hands of another.
It took everything in him to break the connection, to come back to himself.
