Maybe there was a beast—or She-hunter—inside me of me too.
After I’d whacked that woman with my purse, I became wild with need. Maybe feeding off his feelings.
This was so much more than that, though.
We were exploring those depths, seeing how far under we could go before we needed to resurface for oxygen.
I’d turn blue before I let go.
His hips were pulsing up, ramming me, and I was coming down, so our bodies were slapping. Our breaths were coming out as pants, and it seemed like we both were dying to give in but holding out at the same time.
“Fuck!” he roared, hissing out a breath when I clenched around him.
It was unintentionally done. I was trying to hold back, not willing to give in just yet, but it was a move I was going to remember for later. His body made a traitor out of mine right after, though. I snatched onto him while my body took over, and I had no choice but to let the racking waves of pleasure take me under. Cian followed a second behind, and even after he’d spilled himself, he kept moving inside of me until we both stilled.
Suddenly, the night was too quiet, like we’d been the loudest beings in it.
I tucked my face into his neck, breathing him in. He pulled me back some so he could meet my eyes.
If my face mirrored his, it was flushed and drunk looking.
At the same time, our grins stretched, and then we were kissing again. This time it was almost like a game. He’d come forward and I’d move back. Finally, he made a frustrated noise after I nipped his lip, and I let him catch me and kiss me.
“Maeve.” His voice was deep and satiated, but there was always an edge of hunger to it. “Your name means intoxication, and that’s exactly what you are to me…intoxicatin’.”
The kiss we shared made a sound when it broke, like it was breathless but still begging for more.
Cian’s eyes were like melted pewter in the dim light, and after he stared at me for a second, he traced my lips. “Time we find a place to stay for the night, or I won’t be able to drive, I’ll be so drunk.”
“You must get drunk easily,” I whispered, doing what he’d done me, traced his lips.
He released a deep breath. “Nothin’ in a bottle can touch me,” he said. “Only thing seems to be you.”
“Good,” I breathed, reaching between us and grabbing his cock. “That’s the way I want it.”
He called me bewitchin’, and after he helped me dress and slipped on his jeans, he set me next to him in the front seat. He hit the pedal and we found a place to lock ourselves in for the night, the rest of the world melting into the pages, becoming nothing but ink.
Chapter20
Cian
It had been one day since we left Derry and arrived in Belfast.
My wife had been sleepin’ for hours.
Maybe because of all the travel.
Or maybe it was because she was sick, and I was going to lose her.
The thought made me sit up straight, the panic in my chest rushin’ through my veins, and I wasn’t sure what to do with it. How to get rid of it.
Her body had become an extension of mine, and whenever I needed to bury myself in her, the look in her eyes told me she understood. Wanted it as much as I did. When she was beneath me, on top of me, in front of me, her pulse was loud, and she was alive.
So was I.
Her breath was mine. Her blood rushed through my veins. She shared her life with me.
I felt like a stag during matin’ season, lookin’ for a mate to create life with. I was possessed and would do anythin’ to have her. Her scent drove me wild, and when she’d even touch me on accident in her sleep, my cock would get hard. Even if it had only been a few minutes since I’d tasted her last.
