Chapter 30: Another Man’s Name on Her Lips

"I thought I’d never see you again, Vanya!" Ares whispered. 
"I’ll take care of you." Vanya kissed his neck, and with a sly grin, she hooked her fingers on the waistband of his pants and tugged him toward the bed.
She pulled his shirt over his head, tossed it, and slid his boxers down to his thighs; his erection sprung at her. She raised her eyebrows and smiled seductively. He let his underwear fall to his ankles, stepped out of them.
"I missed you so much, Vanya," Ares softly said, reaching for the hem of her nightgown and slowly drawing it up over her body, revealing inch by inch her smooth, bare skin. He paused, letting the garment cling to her curves for a tantalizing moment, before tossing it aside.
Then, his hands glided over her full breasts, and he bent down to kiss them.
She gasped. She guided him to bed, biting her lower lip, and then climbed on and straddled him. Gathering the pillows, he propped himself upon them in order to watch her.
Vanya began kissing Ares’ neck slowly, her lips roaming over his skin. He softly purred, and she continued, planting small love-bites on his collarbone.
He ran his hands up her back, gently scratching her. She arched her back, and her breath hitched. She worked her way to his nipples, taking one in her mouth and sucking it. He bit his lower lip, and his moans came in raspy breaths.
Her lips gently caressed his nipple, and she lovingly rolled the other one between her thumb and forefinger. He reached under her and hefted her breasts in his hands, rolling her nipples between his fingers.
She rolled her belly, rubbed her chest against his, slid her hands along his sides, and worked her way down, resting her hands on his hips. He raised his head. She lingered at his navel, planting hot, wet open-mouth kisses there. He raised his hips, urging her on and sighing breathlessly.
"I told you I'd take care of you, mate," she said, smiling seductively.
"You're torturing me, Vanya!" he growled.
She worked her way across his belly, kissing and licking him teasingly. He thrust his hips again and pushed her shoulders downward.
"Patience is a virtue, mate!" she scolded playfully.
She kissed him lightly just above his patch of sandy-brown man's hair. His erection rested between her breasts, and she could feel his precum against her skin. With her upper arms, she squeezed her breasts around him, and he gasped.
 Ares swallowed hard. Vanya kissed his belly and slowly worked her way down. He reclined and spread his legs slightly. Lovingly, she cupped him in her hand as she brought her lips to the tip of his cock. 
She tenderly caressed him, and he writhed in ecstasy.
She pursed her lips and kissed the tip, curling her tongue around it. His eyes widened, and he sucked in his breath as she took the full length of him in her hot mouth. Her hands on his hips, she gently caressed him with her lips and tongue. His fingers dug in and curled around the linens; his whole body tensed as she lovingly stroked him.
"Fuck…" He moaned loudly, and she bobbed her head rhythmically, his breath quickening into deep panting. His feet rolled into fists, and his thighs tightened.
He ran his fingers through her hair and thrust his hips up. She looked up at him, giving him a warning. His body shuddered, his face contorted into a grimace, he gasped, ardor rippled through him, and he thrust his hips.
"Oh my goddess…" He pushed Vanya’s shoulders back and withdrew himself, convulsing and yowling his release.
Confused, Vanya looked up at him. "Don’t you want me anymore?"
"I don’t want to come yet," he briefly explained, reaching for her arms and pulling her towards him, "Get on top of me," he ordered.
She straddled him, aligning herself with his erection. He reached down and impatiently thrust himself inside her.
"Oh, Ares, fuck," Vanya gasped at his massive erection inside her.
He grabbed her hips and moved beneath her. She laid her palms on his chest, halting him. He was wildly enraptured and wrapped his arms around her, thrusting up into her fiercely. He threw his head back and groaned loudly.
"Hey! I thought I said I'd take care of you!" she complained.
"I'm sorry, love. You’re just fucking amazing, and I got carried away," he grinned sheepishly.
She smiled and started slowly, gently rocking her hips. He reached up and traced the contours of her belly. He drew her close and took her nipple in his mouth. Her motions increased and she cantered in rhythm with him, his hands on her hips guiding her, his forehead furrowed.
He slipped his thumb between them and began stroking her throbbing clit. Her head jerked back, and she yelped. She leaned toward him, and he kissed her breasts. He plunged himself in and out savagely.
He could feel his own climax radiating from his thighs and spreading upward.
Vanya began bucking and crying out, calling his name loudly. "I so fucking miss this! Fuck! Harder! Please…harder, *Killian…*!"
Ares’ eyes furrowed in disbelief. "What did you call me?"
She gazed down at him, her skin glistening with sweat as it trickled down her graceful neck and over her plump breasts. "Don’t stop! I’m almost there…*Killian*, please…" she begged as she thrust faster and harder.
Ares jolted upright in shock at the second time Vanya called out a different name—not just any name—and it threw him completely off. With a harsh curse, he quickly pulled away from her.
"What the fuck, Vanya?" He barked out, his face contorted in anger. No matter what the situation was, there was no way he was going to let her utter another man's name as she reached her climax.
Vanya looked back at him with wide, confused eyes. "*Killian*, are you okay?" she asked.
Ares felt a surge of panic rise up in him. "Why do you keep calling me that? I'm not--" Before he could finish his sentence, an unseen force seemed to whip around him, causing him to look up. To his horror, he saw Killian's face staring back at him in the reflection of a large mirror above them.
Ares was startled awake, his heart racing and his body drenched in sweat. He was in his private command tent, surrounded by maps and notes from his team's mission to find Vanya.
His heart was racing with a mix of anger and fear. The vivid dream still fresh in his mind, he couldn't shake off the feeling of betrayal that lingered in his gut.
Without a second thought, he let out a fierce growl and shifted into his wolf form, his body convulsing as his bones cracked and reformed. In a matter of seconds, he stood on all fours.
His fur bristled as he let out a guttural snarl and tore through his private command tent. His anger fueled his actions, causing him to thrash everything in sight and leave a path of destruction in his wake.
Finally, spent from his outburst, Ares bolted out of the tent and into the open air. The sun was already rising from the horizon, casting a soft orange glow across the sky. But even the beauty of the sunrise couldn't calm the storm brewing inside him.
Ares ran through the woods, his wolf form bounding through the underbrush with a ferocity that would have made even the bravest of men tremble with fear. His fur, a mix of gray and white, rustled in the breeze as he darted through the trees, his keen senses guiding him. Effortlessly jumping over fallen logs and dodging between trees.
The morning was breaking through the branches above, casting long shadows on the forest floor. But Ares didn't notice the beauty of the morning. Vanya's memories were all that was on his mind.
*"Kiss me, Ares…"*
He remembered the sweet moments they had shared, the gentle caresses and the passionate kisses. But those memories were bittersweet now, because Vanya was gone. Ares let out a loud roar, his anger and desperation boiling inside of him.
*I'm your mate, Ares, and you can't fight for me, and I'm sick of it!*
He saw her face in his mind, her smile, and her bright eyes. The sound of her laughter echoed through his head, and the warmth of her embrace was etched in his memory. But the memories only served to fuel his desperation, his sadness, and his anger.
He let out a primal roar, venting his frustration as he trashed a nearby tree, the wood splintering under the force of his claws. But even as he ran and fought, his thoughts kept returning to the dream. What did it mean? Why had Vanya called him Killian? Why was he seeing the rogue’s face instead of his?
As he continued to run, Ares couldn't help but feel a sense of desperation gnawing at him. He had to find her and make sure that she was safe and sound. He wouldn't rest until he had her back in his arms, where she belonged. And so he ran, his powerful legs propelling him ever forward towards his goal.