CILLIAN
I rounded the bed, leaving her bound to walk into the closet. And Kiera’s rising tone tiptoed after me. She cursed me left, right and center until I appeared again with a quick change of clothes. I traded the crisp shirt and slacks for a pair of comfortable track pants and bare-chest. This was the closest attire of decency I’d prefer for sleep.
If Kiera weren’t in my bed, I would have skipped the pants altogether.
Her eyes raked over mine, over the tri-headed wolf tattoo in arms, and stopped at my face. “Cillian, you can’t do this. Please,” she mellowed. f**k, that voice of her. She begged as sweet as a siren.
“You sound so sweet when you beg,” I crooned. “It’s almost melodious.”
Immediately, her act of a docile female slipped, and her demeanor turned hellish. “How am I s
