This was much different from fighting Craig’s men. If he killed this guy in a bar fight…
Panic rose in my chest, and I reached out to him and mouthed the word,no.
Cian caught the word before he was totally consumed. I saw it the moment it seemed like he changed course.
The guy came at him again, drunkenly screaming about him putting his hands on his girl, but Cian sidestepped, and the guy ran into the wall. He turned around, probably about to go at Cian again, but Cian stopped him by knocking him out cold.
One punch. It didn’t even seem that hard.
Killian rolled up next to the barmaid, who was watching the entire fight unfold. “No fightin’.” He chucked his head toward the door.
Cian met his eyes, and I saw something dawn on his cousin’s face. Maybe recognition. Killian shook his head, like maybe he was doubting it, then chucked his chin again.
My husband gave him a curt nod, took my hand, and we left.
Chapter19
Maeve
My husband was walking like a man on a mission. His eyes were laser-focused, and I couldn’t tell what was on his mind. He stopped at the Thing and paced.
“Cian,” I whispered.
It took him a second, but he stopped.
“You did really good back there. That was a regular bar fight. Kinda normal. You were able to stop before it got out of hand.”
“As long as he didn’t touch you. But it was still a fight.” He balled his fists and then opened them.
“What happened that night…our wedding night…with those men…you collapsed after.”
“Bloodless. I feel bloodless after.”
“Is that what you’re feeling now?”
He stopped and looked at me. “When I come to, the blood is all in my cock.”
I looked down at his pants. Tented. His was as hard as stone.
“Oh. You get…”
“I usually take care of it myself.”
“You don’t have to…take care of it by yourself now.” I took a step closer to him. “I’m here.” I set my hand on his cock and stood on my toes, whispering in his ear, “You can be a beast with me. You won’t break me. I promise.”
He growled low in his throat. Before I could move, he had me by the throat, lifting me off my feet, and it was like I’d floated on a cloud to the Thing. He set me down, and I had to grip his shoulders to keep my legs steady. The way he’d carried me like that sent a rush between my legs. It didn’t hurt; it made me feel how powerful he was, but he hadn’t abused me with it.
He didn’t give me much time to dwell on it. He started to devour my mouth. Making noises like a wild animal being fed.
When the kiss broke, I was breathless, but I wanted more of him this way.
Feral.
Before he could expect it and catch me, I took off running.
I wanted to give him something to run after.
To desire.
