Page 38 of Legacy Of Ashes
"Thank you for a lovely evening," he tells Niamh, kissing her hand.
Before leaving, he approaches me. "You've served this family well," he says quietly. "When Saoirse becomes my wife, I'd welcome your skills on my protection team."
The offer hits like a physical blow. He wants me to watch them together. To guard their bedroom door while he fucks the woman I love. To protect their children—children that should be mine.
"I serve the Kavanaghs," I manage through gritted teeth.
"The offer stands." His smile is all predator. "I take care of what's mine."
After they leave, I start clearing glasses with hands that shake from suppressed violence. The family disappears into the study to discuss terms while I'm left alone with my rage.
Saoirse appears in the doorway, and the sight of her nearly brings me to my knees.
"He wants an answer within the week," she says quietly.
"And?"
"I can't do this, Conall." Her voice breaks. "I can't marry him when all I want is you."
The confession destroys what's left of my control. I drop the glasses I'm holding and cross to her in three strides, backing her against the wall.
"You think I want to watch him touch you?" I growl, bracing my hands on either side of her head. "Think I want to stand guard while he fucks you every night?"
"Then don't let him." Her hands fist in my shirt, pulling me closer. "Take me instead. Right here, right now."
My cock presses against her through our clothes, and she rolls her hips, seeking friction. The moan that escapes her nearly snaps my restraint.
"If I touch you now, I won't stop," I warn, my voice rough with need.
"Good." She reaches between us, palming my erection through my pants. "I don't want you to stop."
I capture her mouth in a kiss that's all desperation and hunger. She opens for me immediately, her tongue tangling with mine as I devour her like a starving man.
My hands find her ass, lifting her so she can wrap her legs around my waist. She's so wet I can feel her heat through the silk of her dress.
"Need you," she gasps against my throat as I grind against her.
I shove her dress up, my fingers finding the edge of her panties. She's soaked through the lace, and when I stroke her through the fabric, she cries out.
"You're so wet for me," I growl, pushing the lace aside to touch her properly.
She's molten silk against my fingers, and when I slide one inside her, her head falls back against the wall.
"Yes," she breathes, rolling her hips to take me deeper. "More."
I add another finger, stroking that spot that makes her gasp. Her nails dig into my shoulders as I work her with my thumb on her clit, my fingers inside her pussy.
"Come for me," I demand, increasing the pressure. "Let me feel you fall apart."
She shatters around my fingers, her pussy clenching as she comes with my name on her lips. The sight of her lost in pleasure nearly makes me come in my pants.
Before she can recover, I drop to my knees, shoving her dress higher. She tries to protest, but I silence her by putting my mouth on her through her soaked panties.
"Conall," she moans, her hands tangling in my hair. "Someone could?—"
"Let them watch," I growl, pulling her panties aside and burying my tongue in her pussy.
She tastes like honey and sin, and I devour her like I'm dying of thirst. Her legs shake as I work her with my tongue, alternating between fucking her with it and circling her clit.
