Chapter Thirty-Eight
Chapter
Thirty-Eight
Meg
I wake to the magnificent feeling of Beck gently
rubbing my clitoris. I’m wrapped in his arms, his lips moving over my neck and
shoulders, and the world feels soft and warm. It’s not long before I’m on my
back and he’s pushing his way into my body. This is how I want every morning to
start.
“Good morning, wife,” Beck says as he moves his hips and
works his way in.
“Good morning.” I’m practically purring.
I hook my legs around Beck’s waist as he begins to thrust in
earnest. He buries his face in my neck. I’m happy he didn’t go back to being
that polite lover this morning. There was a small part of me that feared he
would retreat again, and I know I couldn’t handle it. The night before was
everything I could have hoped for. I can handle fighting him for control every
inch of the way. I really can. I kind of relish the thought, but I would rather
die than have Beck treat me the way he did before. Now that I’ve really tasted
his passion and understand all that can exist between the three of us, I know I
can never go back.
I’m not really close when Beck starts to come. It doesn’t
matter. Beck opens the bridge between us, and I nearly weep at the pleasure he
takes. It feels so good to experience what he feels. He loves to fuck me, and
it’s far more than simple sensation. He loves me. Everything about me. It comes
across in the emotion he pushes my way. I’m his, and he’s a better man for it.
Beck’s whole body tenses. His balls draw up almost
painfully, but he welcomes the sensation.
I give over and, for a few seconds, almost become Beck. His
thoughts and emotions flow over me as though I’m the one having them. Beck
loves that I’m so warm and tight. He draws out only to shove his way back in.
I’m his, his to protect, to love, to fill. He’s sure now that I won’t fight his
claim. That fact gives him great peace. Beck is smiling as he presses deep one
last time and shares his orgasm with me.
Somewhere in all his caveman possessiveness is another
truth.
He is mine. He will never fight my claim on him. He will
honor the love between us.
I feel his deep contentment as he crushes me into the
mattress. It takes a moment before he has the energy to roll off me, but even
then, he gathers me close.
“How are you this morning, wife?” Beck asks.
Every cell in my body is sated and languid.
“I’m surprisingly rested after everything you and Ci put me
through last night. Where is he?” I don’t see him in the room.
Cian isn’t on my other side. When we finally settled down to
sleep, Cian was pressed against me. It’s funny how quickly I got used to having
him curled around me at night. I suppose I’ll get used to sleeping in between
my husbands.
“Love, we bonded fully last night,” Beck says, gently
brushing back my hair. His eyes are warm, but there’s a tight set to his mouth.
“You do know what that means? Cian and I are together now. We’re one, thanks to
you. I’m the dominant personality. I absorbed him, but he’s here with us. He’s
always going to be with us.” Beck puts a hand to my heart. “He’ll always love
you, wife.”
Tears begin to well in my eyes. A feeling of panic threatens
to overtake my whole world. Cian is gone? Nothing I read told me he would be
absorbed. What does that even mean? How is it possible? By becoming the bridge
between them, they should be stronger individuals. I can’t have lost Cian. My
heart hurts. “I don’t understand.”
“Dominant personality, my ass,” a sarcastic voice says from
the doorway. “It looks like you’ve absorbed a great deal of my personality,
brother, but I assure our wife that I am still here.”
I sit straight up in bed, relief pouring through me. Cian
leans against the doorframe, his lips quirking up. Beck laughs at his own truly
horrible and inappropriate joke.
I pick up a pillow and hit him in the head with it. “Jerk.”
There are tears in Beck’s eyes as I stand and find the shift
I use as a nightgown. “I’m sorry, love. I couldn’t help it. He’s right. I
absorbed too much of his personality.” Beck sits up and regards his brother.
“It feels good to laugh. Did you get any of mine?”
“I suppose I did,” Cian allows. “After all, I am up before
the two of you. I decided I should go check on the fields. I put work before
pleasure. It’s horrible. I’ll have to fight the instinct.”
“Well, I woke up knowing full well I had a lot to do this
morning,” Beck says, pulling me back into bed. I can’t help but laugh as he
presses his lips to my neck. “And still, I couldn’t force myself away from our
very warm, very sexy wife. I think I’m going to enjoy having a piece of you
inside me, brother.”
Cian rolls his eyes. “I’m glad for you. Unfortunately, I
think the piece I took of you got stuck up my ass. If the two of you are
finished fucking, I would like for you to join me outside. Something’s
happened.”
Beck goes still. “What is it?”
“You’ll have to come outside to see,” Cian says solemnly. “I
really can’t describe it to you.”
Beck kisses me again and gently eases me off his lap. “Let’s
go see what’s happening, love.”
He rolls out of bed and pulls on his trousers. He shoves his
shirt over his head and lastly, makes sure his sword is secure across his back.
I grab my robe, belting it around my waist. Cian leads us out of the bedroom,
toward the door of the cottage.
“What on earth?” I ask as I’m drawn into the living area.
The ivy I wove around the doorway has invaded the house. I hoped one day it
will cover much of the brick, but I knew it would take years. Apparently not.
Thick vines of green have come in through the door and the windows.
Cian grins broadly. “You’re not on the Earth plane anymore,
lover. And here, things just got a little more complicated.”
My eyes grow round with wonder as I walk outside. The
marigolds I planted in the flowerbeds at the front of the house multiplied
overnight. The blooms are huge, and each petal brims with life. Even the grass
around the cottage seems greener and lusher than it did the previous day.
“What the hell happened here?” Beck asks.
Cian winks at me and lets go of my hand. He pulls a large
nut seed out of his pocket and holds it up for our inspection. “Well, brother,
I think I happened. You should probably stay back.”
Cian kneels down, shoves the seed into the ground, and holds
his hand there for a moment. It’s a bare second before the dirt rumbles. Cian
is forced to step back. The tree shoots up, fully formed from the seed he
planted.
“What does it mean?” Beck asks, his mouth hanging open. He
walks slowly around the new tree, inspecting it from all angles.
I do the same, awed by the vitality of the thing. The tree
that was a mere seed moments before is lush and vibrant green, its branches
reaching toward the sunny sky. It looks as though it has been growing for ten
or fifteen years.
“You know what it means,” Cian replies, looking more serious
than I remember him ever being. “Look at the fields, brother. Look at the
fields and tell me the legends were wrong.”
I turn with Beck and gasp as I take in the prosperous fields
that replaced the struggling ones. Crops that shouldn’t be harvested for a
month are ripe and ready to be picked.
Beck starts walking toward the fields, stopping at the small
garden close to the brugh. It’s gone green and radiant, too.
“Someone needs to explain this to me,” I say, since my
husbands seem to be speaking their own language.
“It’s an old legend.” Beck bends over as he inspects a
particularly luscious strawberry plant. “Back in Tír na nòg, the legend had it
that when royal symbiotic twins were born, if they found the right bondmate,
she would bring them into their true power.”
“So now Ci is some sort of agricultural deity?” I ask.
It’s hard to believe the question came out of my mouth, but
I’m starting to accept that things work very differently in my new home. After
all, I negotiated a trade deal with goblins a few days ago. Why can’t my new
hubby become a god?
“I’m a Green Man.” Cian speaks slowly, seeming to savor the
words. “All things green and vital answer to me.”
A wind suddenly whips around the bottom hem of my robe. It’s
an odd wind. It’s strong and seems happy to stay where it is. I turn around and
have to catch my robe as the wind blows from underneath and exposes my legs.
“What the hell?” I move to Cian, who’s laughing at the
wind’s antics.
“And I’m a Storm Lord.” Wonder fills Beck’s voice as he
lifts a finger and the wind calms. It brushes gently against my cheeks, as
though giving me a kiss. “My power comes from the winds and the rain. That’s
amazing. I could call the rains if I wanted. I know how to do it. It’s like the
information has always been in my brain, but now I can access it.”
Cian’s hand finds mine. “That’s how I felt this morning.”
A thought occurs to me. “So you got the power to do cool
stuff with plants, and Beck can make it rain.”
“Beck can bring the power of a storm to our aid, and don’t
discount what I can do,” Cian warns. “I can trap an army in the vines and grass
I can pull from the ground beneath us.”
“I get that,” I say with a frown on my face. “What I don’t
get is how this helps me. You two get superpowers, and I get what?”
Cian smiles broadly. “You have a power, Meggie. You have a
magical pussy. It was sleeping with you together that brought us into our
power. That vagina of yours is pure gold, lover.”
I give Cian a playful shove and roll my eyes while he and
his brother have a good laugh.
“Don’t go expecting to use it on anyone else,” Beck says as
though the thought suddenly occurred to him. “That only works on the two of
us.”
I walk up to him and give him a saucy smile. “Yes, Beck, I
was planning on opening up shop. I was going to hang a sign on the cottage door
and charge for it.”
Beck’s eyes narrow. He exchanges a glance with his brother.
“This is that sarcasm thing she warned me about, right?”
Cian leans in for a kiss. It’s swift and sweet. “That it is,
brother. Our Meg is very good at sarcasm. I don’t think we have to worry about