Cathair could be gentle in bed. He'd proved that when her shoulder was mending. But in all truth, he liked it as rough and dirty as Mae did. He was more careful where he marked her than she was with him, but anywhere her clothing regularly covered was fair bloody game.
It was horribly fucking indecent. If they had more time, he'd be having a lot more fun with that particular knife sheath and tormenting her with it. But they'd already lingered longer than he'd planned to. Bloody woman. Pushed him away when they had all time in world to play and now, when they was in a hurry, she wanted games. Cath let out a growl and nipped the skin on her hip harder, leaving a mark.
Then he gave her arse a ringing smack with one hand, as she was frustrating him and clearly still had too much of her brains functioning if she were managing full sentences. He unfastened the sheath, grabbing it with his free hand, the other arm was wrapped around her waist to keep her from toppling over. Dragging the sheath downward, deliberately slipping it between her folds as he did it. He rubbed the hard, knobby end across her clit a few times before tossing it aside near where his own knife sheath and holster had landed.
Cath had had enough fucking foreplay, thanks. He wasn't opposed to it, not at all. But the idea had been a quick, dirty fuck so they could both concentrate on other things. It was time to be getting to that. Luckily, there was a settee nearby that would do nicely for what he had in mind.
Pulling her leg off his shoulder, he grabbed Mae around the waist and half tackled her to the chaise behind her. He was mindful of her shoulder and didn't crush her with his own weight, but he wasn't that gentle either.
He leaned down and kissed her bruisingly hard, reaching down with one hand to fumble up his trouser leg and remove his Glock around his shin. He didn't even bother with the holster. The gun ended up on the table above Mae's head, in reach of either of them if it were needed. Old habits died hard, even going mad from need didn't undo over a decade of training.
Cath kissed Mae hard, dragging one of her hands down to the fly of his trousers. She was doing some of the bloody work here was well. At least if she wanted to get fucked.