Later,when they were lying sweatily in bed with Killian sprawled on top of Crush, his stomach rumbled.
“I want meat,” Killian blurted.
Wait. What?
Crush raised an eyebrow. “You weren’t kidding about your stamina, were you?”
Heat surged into Killian’s face. “I meant in my mouth! I want meat in my mouth!”
Crush grinned. “Stiff meat, or semi-hard?”
Killian groaned. “I hate my stupid mouth! No, it’s this weird feeling. Like, my teeth are aching to bite down on meat? I’ve never felt this before. I can smell you right now and you smell... chewable. Oh gods! I don’t mean cannibalism! Just... meat forchewing. That still sounds terrible. But why would I want to eat meat when I’m a rabbit?”
Another raised eyebrow. Then a slow smile tugged at Crush’s lips. He slipped his thumb into Killian’s mouth and parted his lips, examining his teeth. An odd look flashed through Crush’s eyes.
Crush sat up and shuffled them both off the bed, with Killian still locked around his knot. “Eggs?”
“I can eat eggs,” Killian mumbled. “But right now, I want something bloody.” He shuddered. “That just sounds wrong.”
Crush pulled out a package from the fridge. He unwrapped the butcher paper to reveal a thick, juicy slab of beef.
Killian couldn’t tear his eyes off it. Crush heated up a pan on the stove and gave it a swirl of oil; the moment he laid the steak in it, it sizzled. Killian moaned.
“I can’t believe I just moaned over some raw meat!”
Crush smirked. “Youdolike my meat very raw.”
“Oh, rabbit gods,” Killian whimpered into his hands. He buried his face in Crush’s shoulder, closing his mouth over Crush’s skin.
“Are you sucking on me because you’re hungry?” Crush asked dryly.
“Maybe.” Killian bit into him. And the faint coppery taste of blood filled his mouth.
Crush grunted but made no move to shove Killian off. “Your teeth are sharper now; did you know that?”
Killian licked up the blood and forced himself to pull away before he could bite Crush again. It was difficult. “I hurt you,” he mumbled guiltily.
Crush shrugged. The bullet graze had scabbed up on his scarred cheek; Killian carefully touched his face.
“I’ve already forgotten about that,” Crush said over the sizzling meat. “It isn’t your fault. But you know what? I like the thought of you leaving bite marks on me. Permanent ones.”
Killian gulped, his heart stuttering. “Y-you mean, I can bite you right now, and you won’t mind?”
“If you bite me right now, I’m going to fuck you senseless,” Crush growled. “Maybe consider that if youdon’twant to be filled with a different kind of meat.”
“You’re already filling me,” Killian mumbled. But he shifted his attention back to the cooking steak, horrified at his urge to lick that red meat. “Oh gods, why do I want to lick raw meat?”
Crush snickered. “You like it raw, sweetheart?”
“Yes.”
“Mmmm.”
“It’s not like we even used a condom,” Killian said. “Allof it has been raw.”
Crush twitched inside him. His grip tightened on Killian’s hips, claws pricking his skin. “I’m trying to cook here, sweetheart.”
“At least you’re not driving. That was bad.”
