Chapter Fourteen
“What is it?” Cian sat in the kitchen looking at the small, flat cake-thing his wife had been working on for days now. Meg had been working on other things as well, but this odd bit of food was her labor of love.
Cian had been busy laboring in the fields that fed the village. He spent the day working on his irrigation system with the gnomes. At night, he’d been entertaining the Fae who had come from all over the plane to welcome the new Queen. They were setting up large tents on the land around the village. It was like a great fair had come to town. Cian was happy with the coin that was now flowing around the village as visitors spent money and traded goods with the locals. It had been a long time since his people had anything resembling prosperity.
Meg seemed to think she had something to trade, too—this odd-looking thing she was prepared to force on him. She looked so cute with an apron over her day clothes and flour in her hair. She looked good enough to eat, and the now familiar ache started in his groin. He was going to die if she didn’t say yes soon.
“It’s a cookie,” his wife proclaimed as though that meant something.
Cian was rapidly discovering that even with the bond, his mind still wandered. It was his wife’s fault. She had a smile that tended to melt his insides. Cian forced himself to concentrate on her words and not how creamy her skin looked.
Meg continued, “I had to figure out how to substitute honey for sugar, but I think I have it. It’s an oatmeal cookie. It’s better with chocolate chips, but we don’t have any. Try one.”
That wasn’t what he wanted to try. He wanted to get his mouth on her breasts and that sweet, soft pussy of hers, but he was playing a long game. Still, he couldn’t disappoint her. He took the “cookie” and prayed it tasted better than the other meals she had attempted to cook him. His bride was beautiful and possessed a sharp mind, but she was crap when it came to cooking. He’d had to choke down dinner all week and smile and tell her how edible it was. Flanna was attempting to teach her a few tricks to Fae cooking. So far, it wasn’t working.
Her hand was on her hip, and there was an offended look on her pretty face. “It’s not going to kill you, Ci.”
He was pretty sure it wouldn’t. He quickly calculated his odds of surviving Meg’s cookie experiment. He was confident, when applying the laws of rational deduction, that his odds were in the 99.783% range. Meg’s foot tapped impatiently on the floor. He had a 100% chance of pissing off his wife if he didn’t eat the damn thing and manage to smile. Cian shoved the cookie in his mouth. He gamely chewed.
It was not half-bad. “It’s good.”
The smiled that quirked up her lips was wry. “You don’t have to sound so surprised, Cian. I never was a very good cook, but I always could bake. I didn’t get these hips from following the Atkins Diet.”
Cian would have asked her what she meant, but he was eating a second cookie. It wasn’t just good. It was great. He had never really liked oats. They tasted like paper, but Meggie’s cookie was soft and sweet. He reached for a third.
Meg pulled the platter back. “Hey, I need those for the goblins. Flanna said they’ve set up camp on the other side of the village in the caves.”
Cian shook his head. He knew all about the goblins. It was expected that they would show up. In a way, it was a good thing. They were good for the trade they brought. The goblins lived on the plane and had chosen to do business with the village, but they were not here to pay court to the kings and their queen. They were Unseelie. They were potentially very dangerous. “You aren’t meeting the goblins, my lover.”
“Why not? I’ve met everyone else,” Meg pointed out with a breezy lack of concern.
It was a huge change from the worried girl he’d met a few days ago. Meg had settled in nicely. She was growing in confidence and proving herself a good partner. She was polite when she needed to be, and she had good instincts as to when a little show of temper was required. Patience and gentleness worked with the brownies and gnomes, but he’d been proud when Meg slapped one of the cave dwarves silly. The dwarf been downright rude about humans being a bit lacking in the brain department. Meg had smacked his little head. “Sorry,” she had said with an innocent smile. “I’m not smart enough to control my impulses.”
The dwarves had all watched their tongues since. It was now being said that the queen could be viciously brutal when she wanted to be. It was a compliment coming from the dwarves.
Cian watched the cookies go into a basket. There were a whole lot of cookies. The goblins might not even like them. His wife certainly wouldn’t be wandering into a goblin cave with her pretty smile and basket of treats. The goblins would just as likely eat her. “The goblins aren’t here to meet you, lover. They come because of all the trade that goes on at gatherings like this.”
Meg looked thoughtful for a moment. “What would goblins trade?”
He loved her questions. She was the most curious woman he’d ever met. “All manner of things. They tend to scavenge, so you can bet they have items from other planes. If we had anything to trade, I’m sure we could find something to intrigue you. The only thing they make themselves is a strange form of liquor. It’s a brown drink they brew from beans they find in the mountains. It gets goblins drunk, but it just makes me jittery.”
“Because, of course, you have to try Goblin moonshine,” Meg said with an affectionate laugh.
Cian shrugged. “If someone tells me it’s liquor, I’ll try it. I didn’t like this stuff, though. It smelled lovely, but it tasted bitter.”
Meg’s hazel eyes flared. She was very serious all of the sudden. “Beans from the mountains? Makes you jittery? Would you say it’s an acquired taste?”
“I don’t know who would want to acquire it.” Cian shook his head as he thought about that drink. It had been very bitter and acidic, and the goblins served it at a scalding temperature. “It makes you jittery if you drink too much, and then it’s like you’re addicted. If you don’t get it, you have a headache.”
“Like the one I’ve had for a freaking week and a half,” Meg snarled. She took him by the shirt, fisting the fabric in her hands to draw him close. “You will take me to the coffee.”
Cian’s eyes widened, and for a moment he wondered if the dwarves hadn’t hit it on the head. His queen did, indeed, look a bit vicious. “They don’t call it coffee.”
“I don’t care what they call it, Cian,” Meg swore. “I want it. I’m a pot-a-day coffee drinker who’s been without it for weeks now. You will get me that coffee. Do you understand?”
“It’s become my new quest, wife,” Cian said solemnly. He never argued with a woman when she got that look in her eyes.
Meg backed off and smiled. “Excellent. We can trade the cookies for the coffee.”
She placed a cloth over the full basket and smoothed down her new skirts. Some of the women of the village had held a small sewing party to make the queen a little wardrobe. Meg had been effusive in her praise of the three dresses, two pairs of pants, two shirts, and some nice undergarments. She had made the women promise to teach her what they knew. Her gracious acceptance of their rather plain garments had endeared her to the women of the village. It was the kind of thing that Beck would have turned down, fearing he was taking advantage of his subjects.
What Beck didn’t—wouldn’t—understand was that people needed to be needed. Those women had enjoyed giving their queen a gift she appreciated. Beck held himself apart. While the people loved him for his loyal defense of their lives and property, they rarely spoke to him beyond saying hello. They rarely asked his counsel or wondered about his health. Meg was going to change some of that.
If she survived meeting the goblins.
“Are you ready?”
“No.” He didn’t particularly want to go meet the goblins without Beck at his back.
“Good,” she replied as though he had cheerfully said yes.
She picked up her basket and walked straight out the door. Cian wondered where his day had gone wrong. He’d planned it all out. He had worked hard all week so he would be able to spend this afternoon seducing his wife, and now he had to follow her into a goblin cave where she intended to talk them into exchanging their precious liquor for sweetened oat cakes.
He’d gone down the wrong road.
Cian got off his stool and ran to catch up with his wife. Her hips swayed invitingly in her pretty skirt. She turned and winked at him as she walked down the lane. He jogged the last distance between them and slipped his hand into hers. She was talking and moving with a sweet feminine energy that had him sighing.
He might be going down the wrong road, but it was the one she had picked. He would follow.
* * * *
Meg chattered happily with her husband as they walked through the village toward the caves where the goblins were based. She smiled up at Cian and realized she really thought of him as her husband. It wasn’t just a title someone had stamped on them. They were married. When had that happened?
The last several days had been a revelation. She had really begun to fit into village life. Meg wasn’t delusional. She realized she wasn’t the best cook in the world. Her poor husband was suffering as she learned, but she wasn’t about to give up. The cottage had rapidly become her domain. Cian had convinced her to stay in the cottage while Beck was gone. There had been many daily tasks that required a resident.
It had been a smart play on his part. She’d been unable to hold herself apart. She found herself rearranging the furniture to suit her. She found yards of gauzy fabric in a trunk in the closet and fashioned some pretty curtains with Flanna’s aid. She weeded the front flowerbeds. The gnomes had been happy to give her bulbs to plant.
She was even becoming fond of the chickens. It would make it almost impossible to eat them. She’d become fond of all the animals. She’d learned to milk the cows and how to brush Sweeney’s mane. She hadn’t let Cian kill the rooster. The rooster only crowed about half the time. Meg had discovered that Cian’s cock was a much better judge of time. It pressed against her every morning as the sun rose, seeking relief.
It hadn’t found any, yet.
That would change soon. She wouldn’t be able to deny him much longer. She didn’t want to. She dreamed about him at night, Cian and his brother. As wonderful as Cian was, she still was heartbroken over Beck. She missed him, but she needed to move on with Cian. He didn’t know it yet, but she intended to do that tonight.
They both became quiet as they trudged through the forest toward the caves. Meg felt Cian’s hand squeeze hers as he helped her over a puddle.
She thought about the letters Beck had been sending. They had begun arriving the day after he left. They popped up on the vampire computer, but they had been written in his own careful hand. Beck’s writing was like everything else about him, carefully controlled and wholly masculine. There were two every day, one addressed to Cian and the other to her.
Meg had refused to read the first one. Cian had read his aloud and then dictated his own response. The brothers asked about each other’s health and the status of their endeavors. Beck inquired about the farm and the village, while Cian asked about the job Beck was doing.
Meg remained silent.
She was going to have to deal with Beck eventually. Meg didn’t understand him at all. Beck had left her behind, but then he wrote her every day. She had broken down and read one of his letters. It had been full of him saying he missed her and wanted to make up for his treatment of her. He had promised to come home soon with gifts for her. He promised her a life of comfort.
The trouble was she didn’t want that life. She was enjoying the one she had found. She felt a great sense of belonging and accomplishment when she thought about the changes she had made to the cottage. She was bonding with the villagers and rapidly becoming important to them. Cian seemed to need her, as well.
She had no intention of allowing Beck to hire a woman to do her work. Although, if he proved as insensitive as he had been before, he might have to pay someone to sleep with him.
“Are you sure you want to do this?” Cian’s whole body was tense.
Meg smiled sweetly at him. She didn’t have high hopes that Cian would be able to truly top her when it came to sex. He was far too indulgent. He was nothing like his brother. Beck would have ordered her to stay away from the goblins. If she had disobeyed, he probably would have locked her away. Cian had followed even though she could tell he was a little reluctant.
“Yes.” Meg didn’t feel a bit of the trepidation Cian obviously was experiencing. She’d met vampires and faeries and trolls and those rude dwarves. How bad could goblins be?
“Aye,” came a deep voice. “I thought I smelled something tasty coming this way.”
Holy crap. What the hell was that?
She had seen goblins in the arena, but they were different up close. This one was as tall as she was though it had to outweigh her by a hundred pounds. Like the little brownies who were so helpful, the goblin had a head of scraggly, wiry hair. This one’s hair was black, and his leathery skin had a distinctly green cast to it. His eyes were large as though he spent most his time in the darkness. They were pitch black and seemed a little dead to Meg, reminding her of a snake’s eyes. His mouth was the largest feature on his triangular face. It was filled with razor-sharp teeth. He wore only a small animal skin around his waist, and Meg found herself very grateful for the attempt at modesty.
“I love to eat sidhe,” the goblin grumbled, the words tangling around his teeth. He scented the air with the holes in the middle of his face that seemed to pass for nostrils. “And something else. You aren’t sidhe, girl.”
Cian tried to pull her behind him, but that seemed like running to Meg. She had read an awful lot, and running was a good way to get oneself chased down and eaten by a predator. There were times when boldness was called for. If she was the Queen, then she should start acting like one. And maybe Beck’s name would come in handy. Everyone seemed to be afraid of him.
“I’m human, goblin,” Meg said, keeping her voice steady. “And I’m Beckett and Cian Finn’s wife.”
The goblin did not look impressed. “So the boys finally found a mate, did they? I’m sure my king will be very interested in that bit of news. Unfortunately for you, you brought the wrong brother to our camp, little girl. If you’re going to greet the goblins, you should have brought the warrior with you. As it is, I’ll tell my king all about the brothers getting married and then me eating one of them.”
He looked ready to do it, too. His clawed hands twitched dangerously.
“I want you to run,” Cian whispered into her ear. “Run and don’t look back.”
He was such a drama queen. The goblin, on the other hand, was a big old bully. She gambled. She walked straight up to the goblin, and using her thumb and middle finger, she thwacked him on his sensitive-looking nostrils. According to many a nature documentary, it worked on sharks. The goblin howled and took two steps back.
“There. Now we’re starting to understand each other.” She looked at the small flask on his hip. “Is that what I think it is?”
The goblin pulled the flask out. He held it in one hand as he protected his nose with the other. He wasn’t so scary now. “It is mine. You would not like it. Sidhe do not like our liquors.”
Meg stalked the goblin. “I told you before, goblin. I’m not sidhe.”
With a curious expression, he handed her the flask. “It is strong, I warn you.”
Meg wiped the rim with the towel she’d placed on the basket of cookies. She wasn’t sure, but she suspected goblins were probably dirty. It didn’t matter once that smell hit her. Heavenly coffee. It was still warm. Meg tipped the flask and drank it down in one long gulp. It wasn’t even as strong as an espresso.
“Strong, my ass,” she said with genuine relief. “It isn’t strong, goblin, but it will do. I’m going to need more. Take me to your leader, or whoever the hell can negotiate a little trade agreement.”
The goblin’s face approximated a version of friendly. He still looked like he wanted to eat her, but he was obviously impressed with her as well. He looked at Cian who was openly gaping at his bride. “Have the Seelies finally found a decent queen?”
Cian walked forward and took her hand once more. “Remember that she is the Queen.”
The goblin scratched his belly and gestured around the forest. “I don’t think she’s the queen of much yet, sidhe.”
“She is my wife and my brother’s wife.” Cian seemed much surer now. “That is all that matters. Beckett Finn might have lost his throne, but he did not lose his sword. Remember that, unless you want to feel it in your back when he avenges her.”
Meg smiled fiercely. She walked up to the goblin. “Beck won’t need to avenge me, Ci. Goblin Boy and I have an understanding. Don’t we?”
The goblin bowed, but only slightly. “Yes, Your Highness. I have come to realize you are insane and a little vicious, and you can handle your liquor. I respect that. Come, the chief will be interested in meeting you.”
Cian’s hand tightened around hers. He leaned over to whisper in her ear. “He is right about the insane part, my lover. I hope goblins like cookies, or you might find yourself being eaten as a snack.”
She grinned and leaned back to her nervous hubby. It was time to give him a reason to believe they would live. “Ci, I’m saying yes tonight.”
Cian gave her a short, hard kiss and then pulled her along to follow the goblin. “Let’s get this over with, then. Tonight starts early today, my lover, and I promise I’m the only thing eating you this day.” The goblin was looking back at them. Cian’s face became gorgeously arrogant. “Lead on, goblin. I want to get this over with. I’ve got better things to do with my day.”
* * * *
Three hours later, the chief of the goblin clan burped and slapped Cian on the shoulder. He was incredibly drunk. “Tell that brother of yours we’re ready to negotiate.” It came out in a low growl. The goblin’s eyes were watery, but serious. His hand reached out and tugged on Cian’s shirt. “But I have to ask you to leave your queen at home. She is unreasonable.”
Cian wanted to laugh, but was diplomatic enough to keep his face straight. He looked into the goblin chief’s eyes and tried to convey a kingly presence. “I can’t promise you anything. The queen is formidable, as you have seen. I can only promise that you will get your ten dozen cookies tomorrow.”
“I’ll have them ready, damn it,” Meg said irritably.
She clutched the two pounds of coffee grounds she’d gotten for her basket of cookies. She was jittery because she had sat with the goblin chieftain, matching him shot for shot until the goblin had finally fallen out of his chair.
Cian had been amazed at how much she could drink. Somewhere in there, the goblin chief had asked for her hand in marriage. Cian had been forced to pull a knife to persuade the chief that he wasn’t willing to give up his claim on his wife.
“Make sure you do.” The goblin chief looked longingly at the empty basket.
The cookies had gone quickly. After the first had been tried, negotiations had begun at a swift pace. Meg had been hard-nosed. Cian had actually felt a little bad for the goblins. He could have told them that Meg had a backbone of pure steel.
She had held out for two pounds of coffee, a bolt of some sort of blue fabric she called satin, a six-pack of something she called Dr Pepper, and a pair of brown boots she said reminded her of Uggs. Cian didn’t know what Uggs were, but the boots looked warm. Altogether, it had been a phenomenally good deal.
Cian would have been really impressed if he hadn’t been so damn sexually frustrated. His wife handled the goblins with pure diplomatic grace. She had known when to be charming and when to beat the goblins over the head with her fists. She had negotiated to give the goblins a second shipment of cookies in exchange for a set of sheets. She was very excited about the thread count. Cian didn’t know what that meant. The other part of the deal was something she had designated as a player to be named later. Again, nothing Cian understood, but if it got him out of these caves and into her bed, he would support the deal all day long.
He was supposed to be the intellectual half. He should have been extremely interested in the negotiations. But today, he couldn’t take his eyes off his wife’s breasts. He was going to see them, touch them, get them in his mouth. His cock swelled again, and Cian had had enough.
“I am very interested in chocolate,” Meg was saying to the small goblin who served as a clerk. He was writing down the Seelie Queen’s demands. “It’s sweet and brown. You’ll find it in bars. It’s bitter in powder form. I’ll take that, too. Surely, some other plane has to have discovered chocolate.”
“I will ask around, Your Highness,” the goblin promised.
Cian reached over and took his wife’s hand. If he let her, she would stand here all day negotiating. She was a little drunk on her own power. She was getting more confident. It was wonderful for her to discover her power, but he didn’t give a shit. He wanted to discover her pussy, and he’d been sitting in a dank goblin cave for hours wondering when his hard-on was going to get relief.
“I will let my brother know you request our attendance when he returns.” Cian managed a courtly nod of his head. “I expect him to return by the end of next week. I assume you will be staying here for a while?”
The goblin chieftain staggered to his massive feet. His eyes were sleepy. “Yes, Your Highness. We will stay while there is trade to be had.”
“Well, we need to discuss a deal for you to distribute my baked goods,” Meg began with an entrepreneurial gleam in her eye. He knew that look. It would cost him another hour if he let her get started.
“And we can do that at a later date,” Cian said, hauling her bodily out of the cave. “Good day to you.”
Meg blinked in the light of day. “Hey, I wasn’t through in there.”
Cian strode forward, pulling her behind him. “Yes, you are, my lover.”
It was far past time to make her his wife in every sense of the word.
* * * *
Meg looked back at the caves where the smaller goblin children were standing, looking at her longingly. They raised their little gnarled hands in sad goodbyes.
At one point, while Cian had done some manly sort of thing with the chieftain, she had found herself surrounded by the goblin children and their mothers. Meg had won them over with cookies and stories. She had rapidly discovered that all faery creatures loved stories.
The sidhe children liked heroic stories, so she had been telling them the plot line from Star Wars by the village fire at night. The goblins were a bit more blood-thirsty. She told them Nightmare on Elm Street. They didn’t get that Freddy Kruger wasn’t the hero of the piece.
“I was having fun.” She waved to the little goblins. She had to wave with the boots she was holding because Cian wouldn’t let her free hand go.
He turned to her. “Now it’s my turn. I heard a yes, Meggie. I told you, a yes changes everything.”
Meg grinned at him. “I said I intended to say yes, Ci. I didn’t actually say it.”
Cian stopped in the middle of the forest, and when he turned to her, Meg almost took a step back. The playful, flirty man she had gotten to know over the last days was gone. In his place was a man who didn’t look like he would take no for an answer.
His eyes were dark as he stared at her. “What are you saying, Meg? Think carefully before you answer, my lover. 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 in her softened. She had pushed him hard over the last week. In some ways, she had made him pay for her anger with his brother. Meg stepped into his arms and let her packages fall to the forest floor.
“Yes, Cian,” she said, loving the feel of his body pressed to hers.
She had slept beside him each night, taking his comfort and holding herself apart from him. Every single night she started out telling herself she would stay away from him, and every night she ended up wrapped in his arms.
She was done with pretending. She wanted to know Cian in every way possible.
Cian acted as though his leash had been thrown away. He pulled her into the hardness of his body, pressing his swollen cock against her belly as he kissed her roughly. He rubbed against her and seemed a little out of control. The bond between them gave her his thoughts.
He needed her in a way he had never needed another human being before. It made it so easy for her to submit to what he wanted. When he thrust his fingers in her hair and held her still, she didn’t fight him. She simply went passive beneath him and waited for his command. Her heart sped up as he stared at her like a starving man looking at a meal.
“Open for me,” he growled as he took her mouth.
Meg didn’t have to ask what he wanted. He wanted everything she had. She opened her mouth, and his tongue immediately invaded. She opened her mind and was swamped with his desire. It overwhelmed her. It made her groan in response. Her hand trailed down his chest, seeking that part of him that needed relief. She stroked him through the fabric of his pants.
“Harder,” he commanded as his hands went straight for her nipples. He shoved the soft linen of her shirt aside, baring her breasts to the cool afternoon air. He looked down at her chest, his eyes eating her up. “You’re gorgeous, wife of mine. Do you have any idea how long I’ve wanted you?”
“Well, you’ve only known me for a week, Ci.”
He cupped a breast, his hand skimming her sensitive skin. He leaned in and spoke to her. “Don’t joke now, Meggie. 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.”
Tears welled in her eyes. She reached up and cupped his face. He’d gone through hell, and yet she had the distinct feeling he meant every word he said. He would go through it again if it brought them together. She suddenly realized that she would do the same. She would make all the same choices, go through the same pain if it meant standing here with this man.
“I want to be your wife, Cian Finn. I am so proud to be your wife.”
Her nipples were hard pebbles as he rolled them between his thumb and forefinger. He closed his eyes for moment as he cupped her breasts. She felt his deep satisfaction at the contact and knew he could sense how much she enjoyed it, too. He molded her breasts with one hand as he pulled her close with the other. He kissed her, his tongue singing with his need.
Meg cupped her husband’s erection. She pressed against his cock as his hips moved helplessly against her hand. He was huge, and she could already feel his pre-cum beginning to seep from the slit, wetting his trousers. “Ci, we need to get home.”
“No time,” he said. She found herself on her back looking up at the green canopy of trees. Cian towered over her. He started to work on the ties of his pants, his hands shaking slightly. His voice was perfectly clear, though. It was dark and rich and flowed over her with command. “Lift your skirts.”
Meg struggled to sit up. He couldn’t mean to do this here. They were on a well-used trail. “Ci, we’re out in the open.”
She tried to be reasonable, but it was hard. He wasn’t guarding his thoughts. He was pushing them toward her. She could see an image of what he wanted to do to her, and it was dark and nasty and so tempting she wanted to cry. It made her wet and ready for him. He wanted to lie back in the grass and grip her hips. He wanted to skewer her with his cock. He wanted to pound into her so hard her breasts bounced. She could feel her pussy start to pulse, desperate to have him inside. His need had started an ache in her, but they weren’t that far from the goblin cave. Anyone could come walking along.
“I said lift your skirts,” Cian growled. His beautiful face was slightly savage. He’d gotten his cock free, and he was his brother’s twin. Cian’s cock was huge. He stroked it as though trying to placate the monster. “I want to see my 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 was trying to give her exactly what she’d said she wanted. He was trying to top her, and Meg responded. It felt good to chuck her inhibitions and concentrate on pleasing Cian. Meg spread her legs and pulled her skirt up. She wasn’t wearing underwear. It was so much easier because she could feel how much she pleased him. It radiated off of him.
“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.”
Meg had to force herself to breathe. She turned over, the grass soft under knees.
“Higher, Meg. I want that ass in the air.”
Meg leaned over, putting her face in the grass, forcing her backside high.
His hand came down in a stinging slap. “That’s for keeping me waiting.”
Meg had to smile. She’d disobeyed him all day, but she got that little slap for making him wait for sex. That was Cian.
“You won’t make me wait again.” Cian slapped her other cheek and then spread her wide. “Now, look at that, won’t you?”
Meg hissed as Cian ran a fingertip around her anus. The pressure of his invasion felt dark and dirty. He pressed in.
“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 asshole. And you’ll let me, won’t you?”
Meg closed her eyes. He didn’t push his finger in very far, merely massaged the rim. “Yes, Cian. I’ll let you.”
“Damn straight.” He pulled his finger out and slapped her ass again. “Now turn back over.”
Meg rolled in the grass and immediately opened her legs so he could see his pussy.
He looked down, and she could feel something inside him relax. She could guess what had worried him. He had probably been worried she wouldn’t respond to him as she had Beck.
“I love you, Ci,” she said, and she meant it.
If he was worried that she wouldn’t care about him the way she did his brother, then she needed to put that out of his mind. Cian had quickly become her anchor in this world.
She had seen deep into his soul. It was ridiculous to try to hold herself apart from him. Cian’s soul was lovely and generous. He held back nothing. He had shown her the dark parts of himself. She knew he was jealous of how seriously everyone took Beck while they viewed his contributions as unnecessary. Cian had longed for his father to give him half the attention he lavished on Beck.
“I love everything about you,” Meg said, pushing her emotion outward so he would know it was true.
Cian fell upon her, done with any sort of play. “I love you, Meggie mine. Goddess, how I love you.”
He was ferocious in his need, and Meg softened under him. His big body pushed her into the hard ground, but she didn’t care. She loved his weight on her. His hands pressed her knees open. His mouth came down on hers. It was like he was trying to inhale her.
“Wrap your legs around me,” Cian commanded. He reared up on his knees and lined up his dick to her pussy. He stared down at that place where the head teased her creamy slit. “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.”
Meg slid her legs around Cian’s waist. She pulled her head up and looked down the length of her body. Cian’s cock was teasing at her pussy lips. His big cock was glistening with her juices. It was a lovely picture. But she wanted more. She needed him inside her. “Please, Cian.”
“Yes, wife, I want to please you.” He pulled his hips back and thrust into her.
He spared her not an ounce of his weight. She was crushed beneath him, and he was everywhere. He was deep inside her, shoving his cock in until his balls hit her ass, only to pull out and thrust forward again. His mouth took hers, his tongue stroking, plundering her mouth. His hands clutched her tightly as though he was afraid to let go. And his mind, his mind was giving his pleasure to her.
It felt so good. Meg tightened around him, not wanting to lose an inch of him. His thoughts came quickly and threatened to overwhelm her. He wanted her so much. He loved the silky slide of her pussy sucking at his cock as he moved in and out. He adored the sounds she made as he hit her sweet spot. His entire being pounded with the desire to mark her. He wanted everyone to know that this woman was his.
Meg pushed back against him, rotating her hips to find that perfect place. She lost track of who was feeling what and simply let the experience fill her senses. Her hands found his well-muscled ass and prodded him on.
She moaned as she felt how close he was. Everything inside of Cian was tense, his body tightening as he approached release. He went up on his knees and fingered her clit with a firm swipe of his thumb as he thrust as far as he could go.
His head fell back as he came. Meg felt the pleasure he took in filling her with jets of hot cum. It flowed from his body to hers, and her womb clenched and released with waves of pleasure. Cian continued to thrust, making sure he gave her everything he had. Meg moaned at the little aftershocks she felt when Cian hit a sensitive place.
Her husband finally fell forward, completely exhausted. He pushed her deliciously into the ground as he buried his face in her throat.
“Love you, Meggie,” he managed.
Meg smiled and held him to her.