Chapter Thirty-Six
Chapter
Thirty-Six
Beck
I squeeze her tight, emotion threatening to choke me.
“I hope you mean that because you won’t have another. You’re mine, and I won’t
ever let you go.”
I pull her hair back and take her mouth savagely, the need
to imprint myself on her completely overwhelming. She’s so open. I hadn’t
imagined how good it would feel to truly bond with her. She’s seen all of my
bad parts, everything I loathe about my own nature, and she accepted me with a
whole heart. I know she’s seen the very things I was afraid of her seeing, but
instead of rejecting me, she told me she loves me.
“I love you, Megan,” I rasp in her ear. I pull her tight
against my chest. I love the warmth of her skin. I love the trust she places in
me. It eases my soul. I glance over her shoulder and see my brother. Cian has
gone pale. He sits back against the headboard. Meg might have accepted me
wholeheartedly, but Cian seems to be having trouble. Perhaps I’m not free and
clear. “Ci? Whatever you want to say to me, just say it. It isn’t anything I
haven’t thought about myself.”
Meg looks back toward Cian and reaches her hand out to bring
him into the circle. I worry he’ll refuse, but after a moment’s hesitation he
threads his fingers through Meg’s.
“You didn’t kill Torin because you had to save me,” Cian
says quietly. “He was right there. It wouldn’t have taken long.”
“If I’d taken even a moment, the secondary front would have
been on me,” I try to explain. I knew Cian would be upset I let our parents’
and sister’s killer live when I could have slain him. “I would have been too
late to save you. It was selfish.”
“No, it wasn’t,” Meg disagrees.
“By saving Cian, I saved myself,” I explain simply.
“No, brother,” Cian says, emotion thick in his voice. “I
don’t believe it. I was there, just as Meg was. You didn’t want to lose my part
of our soul. You value the person I am. Goddess, Beck, I never knew how bloody
hard it is to be you.”
“You valued Ci over your father, revenge, and your own
nature,” Meg explains. “And don’t think you missed out on saving the kingdom
because you chose Cian. If you had lost him, the kingdom would have been in
danger from you. I felt that, too. Don’t expect us to turn away from you for
making that choice.”
“I always trusted you, Beck,” Cian vows. He pushes his chest
against our wife’s back. “Nothing I felt tonight changes that. It just makes me
proud to be your brother.” He stares at me for a moment, his expression
serious. “You don’t want to go back, do you?”
I swallow once, and then again. Of all the things it’s hard
to admit, this is the hardest. “I don’t want to be king. I never wanted to be
king. I want to be your brother and Meg’s husband and father to our children,
but I’m not sure that’s possible. There’s a whole plane out there that will
pressure us to go back and fulfill our destiny.”
“Then we’ll have to make our own destiny, won’t we,
brother?” Cian returns. “Whatever comes, the three of us are in it together.”
“We’ll be beside you, no matter what.” Meg’s eyes are solemn
and filled with promise as she makes the vow.
“Yes, whatever happens, Meg will make cookies for the
occasion,” Cian swears with a long laugh.
It breaks the tension, and I breathe easy for the first time
in what feels like forever. I take a deep breath and find myself happy to be
Beckett Finn for once in my life.
“I’ll have to try one tomorrow, wife.” I know there’s an
incredibly foolish smile on my face, but I enjoy playing her fool.
“And a potato,” she announces with delight. It makes her
breasts jiggle, and I can feel Cian’s interest surge. It’s not unlike my own.
Now that the bridge is open, I can feel Cian’s emotions clearly.
“What is a potato?” I ask as I trace her pretty pink nipples
with my fingertip. I bonded with her on a base level. I can feel her hum with
happiness. It soothes and eases me. It also makes me horny as hell. She’s so
close. Her skin is warm against my hand, and her emotions are open and flowing
around me like a blanket, hugging me tight.
My wife loves me. My wife wants and trusts me. She’s mine on
every level.
“Do you have any idea how silly you sound with that accent
asking me what a potato is?” She shakes her head and unconsciously moves
against my body. She may not realize it, but she’s responding to our interest.
Cian cups the cheeks of her ass and squeezes while I concentrate on her
breasts. “Cian thought it was a weed.”
“It is a weed,” my brother says, kissing her shoulder. “It
tastes terrible.”
“Only because it wasn’t cooked,” Meg says with a gasp as I
lean down and lick her nipple. That bud stands at attention as I curl my tongue
around it. “Oh, wow. You’ll like it when I’ve baked it and put butter and salt
on it. They’re everywhere. We can feed the whole village.”
“Later, wife,” I command. I’m done talking. My cock is hard
and ready to fuck. “Play the queen later. Right now, you’re our wife, and we
have need of you.”
“Oh, yes, we do,” Cian whispers into her ear.
I palm her breast and suck the nipple deeply into my mouth.
I open the connection between us, and I can feel the way her body is
responding. Her whole body begins to sing with the triple arousal she feels. I
feel it, too. I can sense her soft, warm arousal alongside mine and Cian’s
raging need. Cian gently bites her sensitive earlobe. She closes her eyes, and
I feel the minute she gives over to us.
“I love that, wife,” I growl as I sense her complete
surrender. Why did I wait so long to experience this? There’s nothing perverse
about her surrender or my own need to dominate her. Meg craves my dominance.
She wants Cian’s worshipful love as well. She needs them both. “Cian, I’d like
to taste our wife.”
Cian pulls her back into his arms. His legs hook under hers,
spreading them wide for my perusal. I get on my knees as I tug my shirt off and
toss it aside. I stare at her for a moment, but that self-consciousness that
always seems to hold her back has fallen away, and I’m left with a woman who’s
confident in her own beauty. She’s gorgeous, her pussy a ripe, pink jewel. Her
clit pouts out of its hood, tempting me. Cian plays with her breasts, and she
moves restlessly beneath his hands.
I trace the outline of her pussy with my forefinger. She’s
getting wet. Her folds are getting slick with a pearly cream. She attempts to
move against me, seemingly trying to get my fingers inside, but Cian holds her
tight. I let my fingers follow the seam of her pussy down to right above her
asshole. Oh, that is a pretty sight. “Ci, have you fucked that little
ass of hers yet?”
Cian chuckles behind her. He licks and nips at her neck.
“No, but I’ve played with it enough. I’ve stretched her. She’s ready.”
Meg tenses, but then she relaxes back against Cian’s skin.
It will be all right. She will trust us. She is ours, and we will always take
care of her.
I lean over and settle myself onto the mattress, belly down.
I shove my nose in her pussy and breathe her in like I would smell a flower.
“I love your scent, wife,” I growl before I swipe my tongue
across the swollen folds of her pussy. They pout and beckon to me.
She cries out. I can feel the pleasure she takes. It feels
so good. Her flesh is engorged and throbbing. Cian’s arms and legs are manacles
holding her down for my pleasure. It’s everything she could have wanted, and
I’m happy to give it to her. I settle in, ready to give my wife everything she
desires.