Page 212 of Icy Cold Death

He blinked.

Oh, he was in there, but he wasn’t responding to her outwardly. She could hear him, feel his heartbeat, and the urgency, but she couldn’t get him to speak out loud.

Get as far from me as you can. I need you to leave me, and find Ridge. The energy will hurt you. I can’t…

She wasn’t watching her man burn off this energy with another man, and one who specifically didn’t know what was going to be happening. She had to protect him.

“I’m strong enough, Lucian. I can’t let you use Ridge. He’s exhausted, and barely hanging on as it is. You have to use me. I can handle it.”

Lucian didn’t think she could.

Bish, Baby, run! You just had a baby. I can’t hurt you. Ridge will understand.

No.

She wasn’t letting the man’s choice be taken away. Ridge didn’t deserve to be accosted for the sake of their jobs. She’d stand between them and protect the man.

She’d save Lucian.

Instead of running, she did the most dangerous thing she could do. She dove in. She took his face in her hands, and found his mouth with hers.

All around them, the heat exploded.

Someone screamed, and then, the melee began.

He was on her so fast, dragging her up and into his body as their mouths never left each other. His hands were rough, he was brutal, and he took what he wanted.

Her.

I’m sorry. I have to fuck. I don’t have any control of this. It’s going to destroy me. Us.

She held on, and fought for him.

She had news for him.

Bishop wanted her husband, and always would. She was healed, and she could take it.

“Then take me, Lucian. Just don’t leave me. You’re not slipping back into the static. I give you permission to use my energy. I’m not losing you. I’m okay. I swear. I’m strong!”

What choice did he have?

That need erupted, and they rolled around on the floor of the hotel penthouse.

He could barely think. Somehow, he fought hard enough to get her somewhere softer to protect her body as all around him, the tear between the static and his reality threatened to open more to pull him back in.

He dragged them to the bed, crawling on the floor as he fought for each inch. Bishop was twined against his body, locked to him in one hell of a kiss.

As he made it to the bed, the room spun, and they fought each other in bed. Lucian was cognizant that it smelled like him and Ridge.

More need rose up, and he didn’t understand it. This wasn’t his style.

This wasn’t how he behaved.

This is that plane’s Lucian. There, he is more visceral, and rougher. He will use this kind of lust to dive deeper into the static. You are two people, like I am two people. Avalon and Oracle. You’re experiencing your third eye remaining permanently open. Going into the static is just opening that eye. Mine is always open. Now, yours is too. You can control it in the static.

He pinned his wife and left brutal bites on her flesh, making her body bow in pleasure and pain as he got a tutorial on how to not die amidst this mess.

This wasn’t how he wanted to take his wife after childbirth, but he could barely keep breathing, let alone be gentle.

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