Chapter Twenty-Nine
Chapter
Twenty-Nine
Meg
I look back at the caves where the smaller goblin
children are standing, staring my way longingly. They raise their little
gnarled hands in sad good-byes.
At one point, while Cian had done some manly sort of thing
with the chieftain, I found myself surrounded by the goblin children and their
mothers. I won them over with cookies and stories. One thing I’ve discovered is
that all faery creatures love stories.
The sidhe children like heroic stories, so I’ve
been recounting the plot line from Star Wars by the village fire at
night. The goblins are a bit more bloodthirsty. I told them Nightmare on
Elm Street. They don’t get that Freddy Krueger isn’t the hero of the
piece. I guess it really is all about your point of view.
“I was having fun.” I wave to the young goblins. I have to
wave with the boots I’m holding because Cian won’t let my free hand go.
He rounds on me. “Now it’s my turn. I heard a yes, Meggie. I
told you a yes changes everything.”
Ah, he’s horny. I have to admit the idea of that big
gorgeous sidhe desperate for me sends a thrill through my system. And
makes me want to tease him. “I said I intended to say yes. I didn’t actually
say it.”
He stops in the middle of the forest, and when he turns to
me, I almost take a step back. The playful, flirty man I’ve come to love is
gone. In his place is a man who doesn’t look like he’ll take no for an answer.
His eyes are dark as he stares at me. “What are you saying?
Think carefully before you answer. I might not be my brother, but I assure you,
right now, I’m feeling a bit of his rage. If you’re telling me no, then I need
to get away from you.”
Everything inside me softens. I’ve pushed him hard over the
last week. In some ways, I’ve made him pay for Beck’s inability to love me. I
step into his arms and let the packages fall to the forest floor.
“Yes, Cian,” I say, loving the feel of his body pressed to
mine.
I sleep beside him each night, taking his comfort and
holding myself apart from him. Every single night I start out telling myself
I’ll stay away from him, and every night I end up wrapped in his arms.
I’m done with pretending. I want to know Cian in every way
possible.
Cian acts as though his leash has been thrown away. He pulls
me against the hardness of his body, pressing his swollen cock to my belly as
he kisses me roughly. He rubs against me and seems a bit out of control. The
bond between us gives me his thoughts.
He needs me in a way he’s never needed anyone before. It
makes it easy to submit to what he wants. When he thrust his fingers in my hair
and holds me still, I don’t fight him. I go passive beneath him and wait for
his command. My heart speeds up as he stares at me like a starving man looking
at a meal.
“Open for me,” he growls as he takes my mouth.
I don’t have to ask what he wants. He wants everything I
have, everything I am. I open my mouth, and his tongue immediately invades. I
open my mind and am swamped with his desire. It overwhelms me. It makes me
groan in response. My hand trails down his chest, seeking that part of him that
needs relief. I stroke him through the fabric of his pants.
“Harder,” he commands as his hands go straight for my
nipples. He shoves the soft linen of my shirt aside, baring my breasts to the
cool afternoon air. He looks down at my chest, his eyes eating me up. “You’re
gorgeous, wife of mine. Do you have any idea how long I’ve wanted you?”
This man knows exactly how to make me feel sexy as hell.
“Well, you’ve only known me for a week.”
He cups a breast, his hand skimming my sensitive skin. He
leans in. “Don’t joke now. I’ve waited my whole life for this. I might not have
known your face, but I knew you. You were made for me. Everything I’ve suffered
through, I did it to bring you to me.”
This man knows how to make me feel loved. Tears well in my
eyes. I reach up and cup his face. He’s gone through hell, and yet I have the
distinct feeling he means every word. He would go through it again if it
brought us together. I suddenly realize that I would do the same. I would make
all the same choices, go through the same pain, if it means standing here with
this man.
“I want to be your wife, Cian Finn. I’m so proud to be your
wife.”
My nipples are hard pebbles as he rolls them between his
thumb and forefinger. He closes his eyes for a moment as he cups my breasts. I
feel his deep satisfaction at the contact and know he can sense how much I
enjoy it, too. He molds my breasts with one hand as he pulls me close with the
other. He kisses me, his tongue singing with his need.
I slide my hand over my husband’s erection. I press against
his cock as his hips move helplessly against my palm. He’s huge, and I can
already feel his arousal beginning to seep from the slit, wetting his trousers.
“We need to get home.”
“No time,” he says. I find myself on my back looking up at
the green canopy of trees. Cian towers over me. He starts to work on the ties
of his pants, his hands shaking slightly. His voice is perfectly clear, though.
It’s dark and rich and flows over me with command. “Lift your skirts.”
I struggle to sit up. He can’t mean to do this here. This
trail is well-used. “Ci, we’re out in the open.”
I try to be reasonable, but it’s hard. He isn’t guarding his
thoughts. He’s pushing them toward me. I can see an image of what he wants to
do to me, and it’s dark and nasty and so tempting I want to cry. It makes me
wet and ready for him. He wants to lie back in the grass and grip my hips. He
wants to skewer me with his cock. He wants to pound into me so hard my breasts
bounce. I can feel my pussy start to pulse, desperate to have him inside. His
need starts an ache in me, but we aren’t far from the goblin cave. Anyone can
come walking along.
“I said lift your skirts.” His beautiful face is slightly
savage. He’s gotten his cock free, and he’s his brother’s twin. Cian’s cock is
huge. He strokes it as though trying to placate the monster. “I want to see
your pussy. Megan, I won’t ask again. I won’t accept anything less than what
you’re willing to give my brother. I’m in charge of this, and you’re going to
obey. Is that understood?”
He’s trying to give me exactly what I said I want. He’s
trying to top me, and I respond. It feels good to chuck my inhibitions and
concentrate on pleasing him. I spread my legs and pull my skirt up. I’m not
wearing underwear. It’s so much easier because I can feel how much I please
him. It radiates from his soul.
“You have a gorgeous pussy, Meggie mine. Now turn over and
let me see that ass. I need to make a few things clear to you.”
I have to force myself to breathe. I turn over, the grass
soft under my knees.
“Higher, Meg. I want that ass in the air.”
I lean over, putting my face in the grass, forcing my
backside high.
His hand comes down in a stinging slap. “That’s for keeping
me waiting.”
I have to smile. I disobeyed him all day, but I get that
little slap for making him wait for sex. That’s my Cian.
“You won’t make me wait again.” Cian slaps my other cheek
and then spreads me wide. “Now, look at that, won’t you? I’m going to fuck you
here, Meg. Not today, but eventually. I’m going to rub oil all over my cock,
and I’ll fuck this pretty asshole. And you’ll let me, won’t you?”
I close my eyes. He’s staring at my asshole, and it’s doing
something for me. “Yes, Cian. I’ll let you.”
“Damn straight.” He slaps my ass again. “Now turn back
over.”
I roll in the grass and immediately open my legs so he can
see my pussy.
He looks down, and I can feel something inside him relax.
Has he been worried I won’t respond to him as I did with Beck?
“I love you, Ci,” I say, and I mean it.
If he’s worried that I won’t care about him the way I do his
brother, then I need to put that out of his mind. Cian has quickly become my
anchor in this world.
I’ve seen deep into his soul. It’s ridiculous to try to hold
myself apart from him. Cian’s soul is lovely and generous. He holds back
nothing. He’s shown me the dark parts of himself. I know he’s jealous of how
seriously everyone takes Beck while they view his contributions as unnecessary.
Cian longed for his father to give him half the attention he lavished on Beck.
“I love everything about you,” I say, pushing my emotion
outward so he knows it’s true.
He falls upon me, done with any sort of play. “I love you,
Meggie mine. Goddess, how I love you.”
He’s ferocious in his need, and I soften under him. His big
body pushes me into the hard ground, but I don’t care. I love his weight on me.
His hands press my knees open. His mouth comes down on mine. It’s like he’s
trying to inhale me.
“Wrap your legs around me,” Cian commands. He rears up on
his knees and lines up his dick to my pussy. He stares down at that place where
the head teases me. “Goddess, that’s a gorgeous sight. You’re mine. I’ll share
you with my brother, but you should know you’re mine, wife. Look at us. Look at
how beautiful we are together.”
I slide my legs around Cian’s waist. I pull my head up and
look down the length of my body. Cian is teasing at my pussy. His big cock
glistens with my juices. It’s a lovely picture. But I want more. I need him
inside me. “Please, Cian.”
“Yes, wife. I want to please you.” He pulls his hips back
and thrusts inside.
He spares me not an ounce of his weight. I’m deliciously
crushed beneath him, and he’s everywhere. He’s deep inside me, shoving his cock
in until his balls hit my ass, only to pull out and thrust forward again. His
mouth takes mine, his tongue stroking, plundering. His hands clutch me tightly
as though he’s afraid to let go. And his mind, his mind gives his pleasure to
me.
It feels so good. I tighten around him, not wanting to lose
an inch of him. His thoughts come quickly and threaten to overwhelm me. He
wants me so much. He loves the silky slide of my pussy sucking at his cock as
he moves in and out. He adores the sounds I make as he hits my sweet spot. His
entire being pounds with the desire to mark me. He wants everyone to know that
I am his.
I push back against him, rotating my hips to find that
perfect place. I lose track of who’s feeling what and simply let the experience
fill my senses. My hands find his well-muscled ass and prod him on.
I moan as I feel how close he is. Everything inside of Cian
is tense, his body tightening as he approaches release. He goes up on his knees
and fingers my clit with a firm swipe of his thumb as he thrusts as far as he
can go.
His head falls back as he comes. I feel the pleasure he
takes in filling me with his essence. It flows from his body to mine, and my
womb clenches and releases with waves of pleasure. Cian continues to thrust,
making sure he gives me everything he has. I moan at the little aftershocks I
feel when Cian hits a sensitive place.
My husband finally falls forward, completely exhausted. He
pushes me deliciously into the ground as he buries his face in my throat.
“Love you, Meggie,” he manages.
I smile, something I’ve been missing all my life falling
blissfully into place. It’s not perfect because Beck won’t ever share this with
us, but I’ll take it. I hold him, my soul at peace for once.