Chapter Thirty-Two
Chapter
Thirty-Two
Beck
I make sure I have a tight hold on my mental shields
as I approach the cottage. Even as I look around, I keep the walls up so I
don’t alert my brother to my presence.
I’m shocked at the state of our lands. I left a sad, rundown
cottage and am returning to a home someone gives a shit about. Someone weeded
the gardens and planted flowers. The front walk is lined with orange and yellow
marigolds. The walk has been swept, and someone wove ivy up and down the front
walls. The cottage looks lovely. There are pretty yellow linens hanging in the
windows.
I stop and look out over the fields. Someone has worked
here, too. It seems Cian hasn’t been so derelict.
Liadan’s words come back to me, making me worry about how so
much has been accomplished in so little time. I hope my twin hasn’t been
forcing the villagers to work while he pays court to our new wife. Cian can be
lazy at times, but he isn’t cruel. He does sometimes take a different view of
what is due to us than I do.
What if Meg sides with Cian? What if Meg thinks it should be
her right to take what she wants simply because someone put a title in front of
her name? She’s about to discover that it is my right to set her straight.
“You wanted to see me, Professor Finn?”
Meg’s voice is soft but audible through the open windows. I
pause before opening the door. I can see my brother and our wife through the
open shades. She’s so beautiful. She wears a pretty skirt and a shirt that dips
awfully low on her chest. She unbuttoned the top two buttons, and her breasts
swell out of the white linen. It makes my mouth water to remember how good
those breasts feel in my hands and pressed against his chest. She wears her
long hair in pigtails, tied with white ribbons.
“Yes, I did, Megan,” Cian says in what I recognize as his
teacher voice. It’s stern and a little intimidating. Why is he using it on our
wife? “You were a very naughty girl in class today.”
Cian sits at the kitchen table, and Meg stands looking down
at him. I can’t see my brother’s face, but I have an excellent view of Meg. She
leans over, and her voice is slightly breathy as she speaks. “Please,
Professor. I need to pass this class. I can’t fail. My parents would be so
angry with me. Is there anything I can do for extra credit?”
I let my pack fall to the ground. This is interesting, and I
want to see exactly what they’re doing. Cian often likes to play out scenes
like the one he’s performing with Meg.
Cian has a great imagination when it comes to dirty fun. I
feel my interest rising along with my cock. Meg seems to be playing along
willingly. The entire trip home, I thought about what Colin said. Meg doesn’t
have the same expectations other bondmates have. What if she’s telling me the
truth? What if she honestly wants that submissive relationship-thing she talked
about? Can I trust myself to give her what she wants and not hurt her?
There’s a deep chuckle. Cian sits back in his chair. “I
don’t know about that. I’d have to see what you have to offer me. Let’s see,
your Gaelic is horrible.”
“I’m working on that,” Meg promises with wide eyes. “Tá
grá agam duit.”
She says I love you in passable Gaelic. It sounds
pretty coming from her lips.
She says it to my brother.
“Nice, a grhá,” Cian praises her. His long fingers
tap rhythmically against the table. “But I was thinking of something a bit more
physical for this extra credit you need. You look like a strong young woman.
Why don’t you take off that shirt and show me your muscles? I’ve been looking
for someone to help me carry my books.”
I almost laugh out loud, but then Meg drags the shirt over
her head. Her nipples come in view. They’re a dusky pink and stand out,
obviously aroused. She touches them. She rubs her breasts brazenly. Her small
hands caress the mounds. They’re round and gorgeous and perfectly made. They
cause my mouth to water. I want to force her onto my cock and watch those
breasts jiggle as she rides me hard.
Will she do it if I ask her? Will she do it faster if I
order her?
“Do I look strong enough, Professor?” Meg’s voice is husky,
causing my cock to react. I can only imagine what it’s doing to Cian.
“I suppose so.” Cian plays the stern professor to the hilt.
“You know, all that walking is going to require strength in your legs as well
as your torso. I don’t think I can give you this assignment until I’ve seen
your legs.”
Meg bites her lower lip and looks sweetly nervous. She’s
good at this. She seems to enjoy the play.
I thought that once Cian and I settled down with a bondmate,
our days of playing in such a manner would be done. Sexual relations with a
bondmate are reverent, sacred acts. What if all that reverent sex bores my wife
to tears because she’s a dirty girl underneath? Maybe Colin is right. Maybe I
should start thinking of Meg as Meg, rather than a bondmate. Maybe I should
give Meg what Meg wants rather than what I think she should want.
She slides her right leg onto the top of the table, then
carefully, slowly pulls her skirt up. Her fingers run the length of her pretty
leg, all the way to her hip.
“Now, Megan,” Cian begins authoritatively. “It is obvious to
me that you’re missing a very important piece of your school clothes. A good
student doesn’t come to class without her underwear.”
Her mouth is a lovely O that would perfectly fit my
cock when I shove it in. I’m so hard. I have to get a grip if I ever want to
walk in that room. If I don’t, I’ll end up stroking myself in the flowerbeds.
“I must have forgotten, Professor Finn,” Meg says as her
finger starts playing with her pussy. A wicked smile lights her face, and I
feel left out. She looks at Cian like he’s ten feet tall and just slew a dragon
for her. “Sometimes I forget. Are you angry?”
“The question isn’t whether I’m angry, my lover,” Cian says,
slyly coming out of character. His head swings around, and he looks me straight
in the eyes. “The question is whether our peeping Beck is enjoying the show.”
Cian looks perfectly pleased with himself, and I realize my
brother has been on to me for a while. Meg, on the other hand, looks horrified.
She gasps and holds the shirt in front of her like a shield. I sigh and pick up
my pack. I stalk to the door of my home and step inside.
It looks like sexy playtime is over.
“How dare you,” Meg says, going to stand behind Cian.
I go from being slightly upset at getting caught peeping to
insanely jealous at the sight of my woman hiding behind another man. It doesn’t
matter that the other man holds half of my soul. It only matters that Meg is
seeking protection from me.
I force myself to calmly put down the bag. I can be
reasonable. In Meg’s mind, she was treated poorly. Hell, in reality I treated
her poorly, but I had my reasons. I’ll peacefully explain to her why I treated
her as I did and ask for another chance.
She has her back to me, shoving her arms through the sleeves
of her shirt.
Cian grins. “You were shielding, weren’t you, brother? The
minute your dick got hard, those walls came down. You can’t hide from me when
you’re that aroused.”
“You could have said something,” Meg hisses at Cian. She
sounds pissed, but her hands came down on my brother’s shoulders as she turns
her glare my way. “I’m sure you’re here to lecture me about how to behave.”
“I was enjoying the show,” I say evenly.
I want to go and rip her away from my brother, whose hand
has come up to play with hers. It seems to be an unconscious act between two
people who are very comfortable touching each other.
“Well, I was acting like a whore, so you shouldn’t be
surprised,” she says, bitterness evident in every aspect of her being.
“No, my lover,” Cian corrects. “Tonight was schoolgirl
night. Last night was whore night.” He leans toward me. “She was brand new to
her profession. I had to teach her everything she needed to know.”
I ignore my brother, though I know the scenario well. I
focus on our wife. I have a lot of damage to undo. “You were a very sexy
schoolgirl, Meg.” I smile as she flushes. “I like the pigtails.”
I do. I can’t help but think about all the ways I can grip
them while I fuck into her. I take a deep breath. Tossing her over my shoulder
and forcing her to the bedroom won’t help my case right now.
There’s an uncomfortable silence that Cian moves to fill. He
stands and walks to me, giving me a manly hug. “It’s good to see you, brother.”
My soul feels softer. Cian is whole. It’s been a long time
since Cian has been complete. I envelope my brother, the man who holds half my
soul, in a spine-cracking bear hug. I look over to Meg. “Thank you,” I mouth.
Meg’s eyes are suspiciously bright as she nods.
“You feel fine?” I ask, looking my younger brother over.
“I feel fantastic,” Cian replies seriously. “The bond,
goddess, Beck, it’s amazing. She’s always with me. I can sense her moods when
she’s not hiding them. She’s perfect.”
Cian looks back at our wife, and she practically glows under
his praise. It makes me remember the errand I went on before leaving the
Vampire plane. I reach down into my pack and pull out the gift I bought for our
wife.
“I got you a present, Meggie,” I say, holding it out to her.
I feel like an idiot standing there hoping she likes what I
brought her. It takes her a moment, but finally she accepts the small package
from me and looks it over.
“This is A Tale of Two Cities,” she says, looking
at the old book with a growing smile. “Is it a vampire version? Does Sydney
Carton eat the French Revolutionaries at the end? That would be cool.”
I frown and shake my head. Sometimes I don’t understand her
humor. “No. It’s from the human plane. They promised me it was very rare. I
thought you would like having something from your home. You said you liked
books.”
She touches the cover reverently. “This is one of my
favorite books.”
She stops, some unnamed emotion choking her words. Cian
reaches out and tangles his hand with hers. It annoys me that Cian can calm
her. It’s a selfish feeling and I try to ignore it.