Chapter Thirty-Three #2
over my mind, incinerating any thought that this isn’t right. I try to focus on
the job at hand. I lean forward and curl my tongue around his balls.
“Oh, fuck, that feels good, wife,” Beck says. “Suck it into
your mouth. Yes, hold it for a second. Oh, yes.”
I concentrate fiercely because Cian is doing his best to
distract me. He tongue-fucks my pussy while trying to gently work his finger
into the rosebud of my ass. It burns and tantalizes at the same time. I have to
force myself to keep still or I’ll be shoving my ass against that finger of
Ci’s. He presses his finger in, and I feel my asshole clench around the
invading digit.
“Stop,” Beck commands. I pull back. “Open your mouth and
relax. I’m going to fuck your mouth. You remember the arena? I liked that. It
was the best sex of my life. You relax and let me use your mouth. Ci’s going to
let you come after I do, but only if you’re a good girl.”
“Yes.” I want that orgasm with my whole being. I want to
share it with them. Being surrounded by Beck and Cian, bombarded with their
passion and emotion, is the most intimate experience of my life.
Between the pleasure Cian gives me and the dominance Beck is
showing, I’m utterly breathless. Before I can inhale, though, Beck shoves his
dick forward, feeding his long, thick length into my mouth. I have to stop and
remember to breathe through my nose. I go passive and allow Beck to completely
take the lead.
“That’s right, love.” Beck sighs. “Relax. I want your walls
down. I want to feel you, all of you.”
I allow my walls to drop away, and the bond between the
three of us opens for the first time.
“Yes, wife. That’s what I want. Flood me with it,” Beck
insists.
“I told you she wants this.” Cian pulls briefly away. “Can’t
you feel her joy?”
Once I open the gates, I’m flooded with them as well. I feel
Beck’s relief at finally letting his dominant side out. I feel Cian’s peace at
sharing me with his brother. Beck and Cian are complete. That’s what sharing me
means to them. I complete them.
Beck’s hands go to the knot at the back of my head,
releasing my hair. Beck winds his fingers in it and ruthlessly uses it to
control my movement.
I moan, grateful for my bound hands as Beck begins to fuck
my mouth in earnest. It would be hard not to touch him. Now it’s simple to give
up my will and concentrate on feeling.
Beck’s thoughts assail me. He loves the feel of my mouth. He
loves how tight and warm I am and how my lips look as they suck on his cock.
He’s in full domination mode, and there is nothing more beautiful to him than
the sight of me complying. He throws back his head and stops thinking. This is
what he’s always wanted, what he needs and hasn’t been able to get. A deep
gratitude meshes with his desire, and it nearly brings tears to my eyes. I feel
the connection to Beck. It is what I’ve been missing all of my life, too.
Suddenly Cian’s feelings push at me. Beck’s emotions recede
to the background as Cian takes over. Oh, I need him, too. Cian loves the taste
of my pussy. He could eat me all day. It’s tangy and sweet in his mouth. He
adores me. I’m his to please, and that fulfills something deep inside Cian. He
needs someone to love and take care of. He needs someone who needs him. Cian’s
hand lightly caresses the cheeks of my ass as he devours my pussy. He can’t
wait to fuck me there.
All the while, I send out my own feelings. Our emotions mesh
until I’m not sure who’s feeling what, and I don’t care.
Beck groans, and I feel that he’s close. I breathe deeply as
he bumps the back of my throat.
“Swallow around me,” he orders roughly as he forces me to
take the whole of him.
I comply, tightening around his pulsing cock. I do as he
commands and tease the sensitive underside of his dick with my tongue. He’s so
big he fills me.
Beck’s voice is hoarse as he speaks. “Goddess, I’m coming.
You take what I give you.”
He pulls almost out of my mouth and then shoves his way back
in. His hands tug at my scalp as he holds me still. He groans low and then
everything in him releases. I feel the first hot jet hit the back of my throat.
I work furiously to swallow every drop of the salty cream he pours into me.
I suck even as his cock softens, and his hands gentle in my
hair as he comes down from the high. I lick his cock lovingly because I can
feel his happiness. There’s no abrupt break in our bond this time. He isn’t
upset. A sense of peace flows from Beck’s mind. He isn’t about to reject me.
“Mo shonuachar,” he whispers with a happy sigh as
he strokes me.
He’s the passive one now, allowing me to lick his softening
dick. I thoroughly clean him, from the tiny slit of the head all the way to his
balls. He loves having me play with his balls. I’ll have to remember that. I
curl my tongue around one and then the other.
He chuckles before gently pulling away. He releases the ties
on my hands. “Thank you, love. I believe it’s Ci’s turn. Do what he tells you
to or I’ll tie you up again, and I won’t let you out the rest of the night.”
Beck catches his breath as he sits back in the rocking
chair. He looks satisfied and ready for a show. A lazily indulgent smile breaks
over Beck’s face. I cry out as Cian pulls his face away from my pussy. He grips
my hips and shoves me down his body.
“Ride my cock, Meggie,” he orders. My playful lover is gone.
He uses his hands to lower me slowly onto his throbbing dick. His face is
turned up as he watches his flesh disappear into mine. “Do you know what he
called you, mo shonuachar?”
I shake my head, concentrating on the exquisite feeling of
Cian filling me. He moves with painstaking slowness. Cian is always careful and
enjoys prolonging the pleasure.
Cian flexes his hips up and seats himself fully inside my
tight pussy. “Soul mate. Our soul’s mate. I love you, mo shonuachar.”
Tears well in my eyes. I reach down and cup the strong line
of Cian’s jaw. My breasts press against his chest as I kiss him. “I love you,
too.” I sigh as I pull myself back up. I look at Beck and open my every emotion
to him. “I love you.”
Beck smiles. His face is open, and he looks younger than I
ever remember seeing him. Beck always has a heavy weight of responsibility
clinging to him, but now all I can see is his satisfaction. “I love you, wife.
Never doubt it. Now lean back and let Ci fuck that pussy. Put your hands on his
thighs.”
I lean back. It pushes my breasts forward. They bounce with
every thrust of Cian’s cock. Beck is already getting hard again. I close my
eyes, giving myself over to the experience. Cian’s hands grip my hips. He slams
me down on his cock. He controls the pace and swivels his hips up, tunneling
into my pussy and hitting that spot, making me moan.
“Does that feel good?” Cian laughs as he watches me jiggle
on his cock. “I love watching you dance on my dick. I love hearing you scream
for me even more.”
His hand comes forward, and he strokes my throbbing
clitoris. I gasp as my whole body clenches with pleasure.
“Send it out, Meg,” Cian commands.
I nod as I start to come and push the sensation outward.
Waves of satisfaction roll across my skin and out of my mind to my lovers. I
cry out at the peak and watch Beck. He hisses as his cock starts weeping again.
Cian growls as I start to go limp above him. He flips us
over and rearranges my legs. I’m languid with satisfaction as Cian props my
ankles on his shoulders and shoves his cock back inside.
“I want my own,” he explains. “I shielded from you because
I’m not done yet. You’re not getting off that easy.”
He drives into my body, bending me over to sink in all the
way to his balls.
I would complain that I’m too sore for such rough use, but I
feel Cian’s joy.
“Fuck, Ci,” Beck swears. He strokes himself in short, tight
passes. “Finish her. I can’t take much more.”
Cian drives into me, pounding away at my pussy. I’m helpless
to do anything but feel his pleasure. My hands seek something to hold on to and
suddenly Beck is there. He lays down on the floor beside me and kisses my
forehead, cheeks, and lips. His tongue tangles with mine as Cian thrusts deeply
into me. Beck’s hands find my nipples, pinching them gently.
“These are ours,” he says, his stormy gray eyes holding
mine. “Say it.”
“They’re yours,” I reply, because it’s nothing less than the
truth. I belong to them. “Yours and Ci’s.”
Beck looks entirely pleased with my declaration. He gets to
his knees over me and spreads my blouse so my breasts are completely open to
him. He strokes his cock, and I can feel he’s close to coming again.
“You belong to us, wife,” Beck claims as his thumb rubs
across the engorged head of his cock. “Inside and out.”
Cian curses as his head falls forward, and he stiffens. He
holds himself inside me, pouring himself deep. Beck comes in the same instant
as his brother in a long arc flowing straight on my chest, marking me in a
primitive way. He comes between my breasts as Cian fills my pussy. I’m lost as
their dual pleasure floods my senses.
Cian falls to my other side with a happy laugh. He kisses me
thoroughly while Beck rubs his seed on my skin.
“I knew you were a pervert.” I practically purr under his
hands. He’s everything I dreamed he could be.
He brings his cream-coated fingers to my lips. “You have no
idea, wife. Open and taste.”
I comply with a smile. I created a monster, but he’s my
monster. And what a sexy monster he is.
Twenty minutes later, I settle against Beck’s chest
in the soaking tub Susan Dellacourt sent as a wedding gift. It’s huge and must
be kept behind the barn. I explained to the brothers that it’s called a hot tub
on my plane, and they’re usually kept outside.
Of course, hot tubs in my world don’t have small computers
inside that automatically pull and purify water from the nearest source. They
don’t keep the water at a perfect temperature without the aid of electricity.
It’s a miracle of modern vampire tech, but all I care about is Beck’s arms
around me. It works, and it’s big enough for three. Cian sits across from us.
His toes play with mine under the water.