Chapter Eighteen
“They look so perfect together,” the girl sighed to her friend. She couldn’t be more than sixteen, with soft skin and shiny hair. Her eyes were wide and clear, and her mouth was a perfect bow on her heart-shaped face.
Liadan hated her.
She hated her and all the little twits like her. They took their youth and beauty for granted. They wasted those perfect years. They didn’t deserve their fine porcelain skin or firm bodies. If they understood an ounce of what she had to go through for a fraction of their youthful glow, they would be staggered by her strength.
“Bri, you’re such a romantic. My mum feels sorry for the queen,” the girl’s equally young friend said.
The golden-haired girl named Bri looked offended. She was obviously a fan of the twins. The girls sat at the edge of a crowd that gathered near a huge bonfire. There was much entertainment at this celebration, but Bri kept watching the kings and their queen. Beckett Finn had returned, and the villagers were effusive in welcoming their warrior king back.
“How can anyone feel sorry for Queen Meg? She has two gorgeous, strong husbands,” Bri argued.
The brown-haired friend shook her head. “My mum says that the queen must be sore all the time. I don’t know why. Do you think they make her work the fields with them?”
Liadan stifled a laugh. She was pretty sure the girl’s mum was right. Now that Beckett Finn had given in to his bride’s charms, she was certain little Meg had her fill of men jumping on top of her. Beck had been polite and careful with Liadan physically, but he was a big man, and he could last forever. She felt his possession for days after that first time with him. She couldn’t imagine having to sexually satisfy both of them.
Queen Meg sat in one of the brother’s laps. Liadan thought it was Beck from the arrogant way he held himself. His strong arm was firmly, possessively around the woman’s waist. He adjusted her, and Liadan could see he was pulling her firmly into his groin to hide his erection. Cian leaned over with a knowing smile and whispered something to his wife. She laughed with far too much enthusiasm for a royal lady and kissed Cian full on the lips. Liadan shook her head in disgust. The human comported herself with all the subtlety of a tavern whore.
“The queen doesn’t work the fields,” Bri said smugly. “That is King Cian’s duty. He’s the Green Man.”
Liadan felt her face lose its mask of cool indifference for a moment. They couldn’t be taking the old myths seriously. She closed her eyes and called on her inner calm. She needed to be practically invisible tonight. She moved back into the shadows.
If these idiots began to believe the twins had gained true triad powers, Torin was in trouble. The Fae had not seen a true triad for a thousand years. The last set of symbiotic twins to bond with a strong enough mate had taken over Tir na nÒg, and their line had ruled for hundreds of years. Liadan didn’t believe for an instant that Cian was a Green Man or that Beck had incredible reserves of strength. They were just men, but the idea that they were something greater could cause just as much trouble as it actually being true.
The political ramifications alone were awful. If the vampires became involved, Torin would have a fight on his hand. He was already forced to deal with a rebellion every few months. If word got back to the home plane that the twins were alive and had ascended to virtual godhood, there would be no stopping the citizens.
They would come for Torin, and his army of mercenaries wouldn’t be able to stop them. To keep Torin on the throne, the twins must die. The first thing she needed to do was get rid of the bitch in Beck’s arms. It was the simplest way. Cian would fade quickly if his beloved left him. Megan Finn needed to leave her husbands. Liadan had only found one way to make that happen.
She needed to place a call to a very specific deliveryman. Unfortunately, she couldn’t send a note and ask him to call upon her. She needed something to tempt him. Liadan decided little Bri would work perfectly well. There was no way the little idiot wasn’t a virgin. Demons highly prized virginity for some insane reason.
There was a purring sound at her feet, and Liadan sighed in delight. Ain always knew when she was needed. Liadan reached over and picked up the solid black cat. She held the familiar to her breast, enjoying the purring sensation along her skin. Ain had been with her since she was a child. She had always been a strong presence, reminding Liadan of her unique talents in a world of mundane idiots.
The cat’s huge eyes glowed in the dim light.
“You know who I want?”
The cat licked her lips and purred contentedly. She knew what to do. Liadan winked at her familiar and placed her back on the ground.
“Bring her to me.” She didn’t need to add the admonition to be careful. Ain was always careful. She would work her magic and lead little Bri to the proper place at the proper time. No one would suspect that Liadan had anything to do with it.
If asked later, a few of the villagers would remember that she had been at the festivities all night long. She had been sweet and friendly, but a little sad. They would shake their heads and feel sorry for the woman who had lost her husband to an accident and her lover to the Queen.
She hated their pity, but it was a useful thing.
Liadan withdrew to the woods as Ain curled herself around Bri’s ankles. It wouldn’t be long, and Liadan had to be ready.
* * * *
Meg followed Beck into the bedroom. He moved slowly and deliberately, but Meg knew it had nothing to do with the ale he had imbibed and everything to do with the act he was determined to perform.
“Beck,” she said quietly, tugging on his hand. “We can wait, if you want. I’m happy with what we have. I don’t have to do the whole visual tour of your life if it makes you uncomfortable.”
Beck’s gray eyes were very serious as he looked down at her. “I would be seeing into your soul, too, wife. Do you only want to share yourself with Cian?”
Meg rolled her eyes. “Now you’re being deliberately obtuse. I wasn’t trying to hold myself back because of my grand passion for Ci.”
“Hey,” Cian said, tossing his big body on the bed.
“Though I do love him passionately,” Meg allowed.
“That’s better,” Cian said, patting the mattress beside him. “Stop worrying about Beck, lover. He’s nervous because he knows my half of our soul is so much prettier than his.”
“I remember our teen years, brother,” Beck snorted. “I’m sure our poor wife was assaulted by the sheer number of your sexual encounters.”
“It was an education,” Meg allowed with a grin.
“I was a curious lad,” Cian admitted.
“You were a pervert,” Beck shot back, but Cian’s mocking had done its job. Beck seemed more relaxed.
Cian sat up on the bed. He crossed his legs. Beck took the opposite position. They were near-perfect twins, and she was going to be in the middle. She started to climb onto the bed.
“What do you think you’re doing?” Beck’s eyebrows arched in arrogant surprise.
“What Cian told me to do,” Meg replied. “He said I had to sit in the middle with my legs around your waist, since you’re the one I’m bonding with. I’ll be in the circle, touching you both so it flows from you to me to him.”
Cian had explained how the formation of a permanent bridge between the three would work. She would fully bond with Beck, and then Cian would open the connection between them. Once both brothers were connected to Meg, they would be able to tap into each other. She was the intersection that connected their roads.
“All that’s fine, wife, but I wanted to know what you’re doing wearing clothes when we’re alone in our bedroom.”
Meg contained her smile. He wasn’t hiding from his nature anymore. He’d made that plain this evening. Beck was true to his word. He’d kept her close to him all night, kissing her, touching her whenever it suited him to do so.
When one of the village men had requested a dance with his queen, Beck had sent him such a dark look Meg was surprised the poor man hadn’t peed himself. Meg had been forced to content herself with dancing with Beck and Cian.
“You two are still dressed,” Meg pointed out, knowing it wouldn’t do her any good.
“That can change,” Cian offered helpfully.
Beck just stared and sent his will outward.
Meg shook her head and pulled her clothes off. He would want her naked as often as possible. It was his nature. He liked her vulnerability and softness. He wanted her naked and draped across his lap. She was glad all her time with Cian had gotten her comfortable with her body.
“That’s better,” Beck commented as Meg climbed onto the bed without a stitch of clothes.
Cian’s hands “slipped” and teased her soft pink parts as she settled onto Beck’s lap.
“Damn it, Ci,” Beck admonished his twin. “This is a serious ceremony.”
“I’m completely serious about fucking our wife again,” Cian replied.
Beck pulled Meg into his lap, and Cian leaned close, completely encircling her. “I swear, brother, I have no idea how they consider you to be the intellectual half of us. Your brain is constantly full of sex.”
“I am also calculating the approximate amount of rainfall we’ll need in order to bring in the spinach crop within the month. If we don’t get it, I have diagrams in my head for an even better irrigation system,” Cian explained helpfully. “Another part of me is giving careful consideration to the argument I got into with Flanna about the monarchial system of government and its impact on the peasant class. I am thinking about the fluctuations in the vampire stock market when they realize we’ve bonded. Sue and Dante are going to make a killing. But mostly, it’s just sex.”
“Are you sure you want to experience what it’s like to be him?” Meg asked with a smile. “It’s crowded in that head of his.”
“I’ll take my chances, wife,” Beck replied and kissed her hard before resting his forehead to hers. “Is tù mo ghrà.”
Meg held his head in her hands and gave him back his words. “You are my love.”
She pressed her forehead against his, thankful for the strength Cian was lending her. He held her shoulders and let her feel his devotion. Meg opened her mind and, in a second, became Beckett Finn.
Such rage. The emotion flooded her like it had the first moment they had connected. It was different this time because he wasn’t pushing it through her. There was no madness to this. This was just a part of Beck. Meg heard Cian groan behind her and knew that he’d formed his connection. Cian pushed nothing outward, but helped her to take in what Beck needed to give her.
Need, she thought as she fell into Beck’s mind, he needed so much. He was a lonely child. He missed his brother. They had spent every second connected from the moment they were conceived until they turned five years old. That was when his father decided it was time for the warrior to learn to be a king. He discounted the importance of Cian’s input. In their father’s mind, the warrior was all that mattered. Cian was an afterthought. Beck often wished he could trade places with his brother.
Meg was suddenly staring out a palace window. In the background, there were men droning on about something or other. They usually complained about taxes or crop yield. Beck’s seven-year-old self didn’t care. He gazed out the window and watched Cian running after their cousin, Dante. He caught the young vampire and screamed something about him being “it.” Beck wanted to run and play, but his father had explained that he was different. He was better. He could best his brother at running and fighting. He could best anyone at those things. He trained only with the greatest warriors. His physical skills were not things to play with.
But Beck wanted to play.
Beck was only twelve the first time he killed a man. It was the first time someone tried to assassinate him. He could still remember the feel of the bright sun of his face as he followed after his father. There was an Unseelie ambassador in town, and it had almost caused a riot in the square. His father was trying to normalize relations with the Unseelie, but there was a faction of sidhe who would never accept it. They hated the Unseelie tribe. Many had lost relatives in the wars.
Beck shadowed his father through town. His father was arrogant and sure of his peoples’ love for him. He only brought one guard with them. His name was Geary, and he’d been the one to teach Beck how to play cards. Geary had been sympathetic to Beck, sometimes slipping him a candied fig. He had two sons of his own, after all.
The arrow hit the guard squarely in the chest, knocking him back and off his feet. He was dead before he hit the ground. Meg felt the anger that suffused young Beck’s being. His father tried to pull him to safety, but Beck had pulled his sword and opened his senses for the first time. It had been instinctive. His eye followed the logical track of the arrow. He rolled out of the way of the next one to come after him. Meg felt a charge of excitement as he shot to his feet and pursued the assassin. She heard his father’s anxious cries.
She felt the blood on his hands when he caught the assassin. He’d ignored the man’s cries for mercy. Beck’s beast was loose, and he had no mercy. The large man had taken something Beck valued. He’d taken from Beck, and he would never do so again.
It was the first time Beck realized his father was afraid of him.
Meg groaned as the scene in his head changed. Sex, she sighed. This was Beck’s outlet.
A woman named Sorcha, one of his mother’s ladies, had taken it on herself to teach him. She gave him permission to do what he wanted, and Beck had taken her at her word. He’d dominated her. He’d owned and possessed her. He fucked her when and where he wanted, and she obeyed. It took the edge off his rage knowing someone soft trusted him. Only Cian ever trusted him. Even Bronwyn looked at him with fear sometimes. Sorcha had begged him to fuck her. She cuddled in his arms afterward. That time was sweet, too. He enjoyed taking care of her after.
Meg felt the pain of his father hitting him with the flat of his sword. He’d done it in front of fifty of his strongest soldiers. He’d humiliated his son for his perversity.
Beck had sworn to never give in to those urges again.
Then all was blood and carnage.
She smelled the smoke and felt Beck’s heart pumping with rage as he realized his father was dead. There was a tiny part of him that reveled in the old man’s death. He was king now. He was in his rightful place. No one would tell him what to do or how to act again. If they did, he would take care of it. He would be king not by right of ascension, but because he could kill anyone who questioned his place. Torin had given him this gift.
Meg felt his disgust at the thought. He was torn by his own nature. His father had abused and humiliated him, but Beck had loved him anyway.
The sword Beck held as he surveyed the decimation of Torin’s guard was the sword of the rightful King of the Seelie. He had used it to kill a hundred of Torin’s advance guard. He’d sliced through them with an easy efficiency. His body hummed with anticipation of more. He enjoyed it. He liked the blood and the feel of his sword penetrating flesh. He loved the dance of battle.
Through the smoke he saw Torin. He was surrounded by guards. It was easy to kill them, too. More were coming. Beck could hear them. They were making their way through the chaos toward their leader. It wouldn’t matter. Beck circled his uncle. Torin would be dead as they walked into the great hall, and then they would join their brethren.
Torin wasn’t willing to go down easy. He held his sword, and his eyes were no longer arrogant. “Even now, my soldiers are hunting your brother. They will cut him down where he stands.”
Beck’s blood was up. “It will not kill me.”
Torin looked disturbed by that statement. “It will, eventually. He is your brother.”
Beck smiled. He knew it was a ghastly thing. Beck nodded to the throne where his father’s body lay, still and cooling. “There lies your brother. Perhaps we are more alike than you think, Uncle.”
Torin, who had always been a pale imitation of his younger brother, twisted his unhandsome face into a mask of jealousy. “The crown should have been mine. My father always favored Seamus. It should have been mine.”
Beck pointed to his father’s crown. It lay on the palace floor, covered in his father’s blood. “There it is, Torin. Take it if you can.”
Torin looked between his nephew and the bloody crown he had slain his kin for.
Then Meg felt it. She felt Cian cry out in Beck’s brain. She felt his panic and anguish. Cian reached out for the only person he had left, and Beck felt the call in his soul.
It went against everything in Beck Finn’s nature. His instincts cried out to kill the pretender. Beck’s prey stood before him, quaking in his boots. There was no question about the outcome of this fight, even as Torin’s backup stormed through the doors. He could kill them all.
And lose Cian.
Deep in his heart, Beck knew that he wouldn’t care once Cian was dead. It would free him in some ways. He could be the predator he’d always known himself to be. He could kill and kill and kill until someone was strong enough to take him out.
But Cian wasn’t dead. He was alive, and he waited for his brother to save him.
Beck could avenge his father. He could save his kingdom and all of its people, or he could save the only person in the world to ever trust him, the person who carried all the good parts of his soul.
“I will return one day, Torin,” Beck promised. “I will return, and I will kill you. Never doubt it.”
The years sped by, each more desperate. Beck was alone. He was alone even as he took lovers. He was alone even as he and his brother tried to build a life. He was alone until he walked into a marketplace and found his heart waiting for him.
Meg sobbed as she came out of the bond. She threw her arms around Beck’s neck and clutched him. “I love you. I love you so much.” She looked into his deep gray eyes. They were still filled with uncertainty. “I would have no other.”
* * * *
Beck squeezed her tight. “I hope you mean that because you won’t have another. You’re mine, and I won’t ever let you go.”
He pulled her hair back and took her mouth savagely. He needed to imprint himself on her. She’d been so open. He couldn’t have imagined how good it would feel to truly bond with her. She had seen all of his bad parts, everything he loathed about his own nature, and she accepted him with a whole heart. He knew she had seen the very things he had been scared of her seeing, but instead of rejecting him, she told him she loved him.
“I love you, Megan,” he rasped against her ear. He pulled her tight against his chest. He loved the warmth of her skin. He loved the trust she placed in him. It eased his soul. He looked behind her. Cian had gone pale. He sat back against the headboard. Meg might have accepted him wholeheartedly, but Cian seemed to be having trouble. “Ci? Whatever you want to say to me, just say it. It isn’t anything I haven’t thought about myself.”
Meg looked back toward Cian and reached her hand out to bring him into the circle. Beck worried that he would refuse, but after a moment’s hesitation he threaded his fingers through Meg’s.
“You didn’t kill him because you had to save me,” Cian said quietly. “He was right there. It wouldn’t have taken long.”
“If I had taken even a moment, the secondary front would have been on me,” Beck tried to explain. He knew Cian would be upset that he’d let their parents’ and sister’s killer live when he could have slain him. “I would have been too late. It was selfish.”
“No, it wasn’t,” Meg disagreed.
“By saving Cian, I saved myself,” Beck replied simply.
“No, brother,” Cian said, emotion thick in his voice. “I don’t believe it. I was there, just as Meg was. You didn’t want to lose all that was me. 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 explained. “Don’t expect us to turn away from you for making that choice.”
“I always trusted you, Beck,” Cian vowed. He pushed his chest against their wife’s back. “Nothing I felt tonight changes that. It just makes me proud to be your brother.” He grew very serious. “You don’t want to go back, do you?”
Beck swallowed once, and then again. Of all the things it was hard to admit, this was the hardest. “I don’t want to be king. I never wanted to be king, not really. 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 me to go back and fulfill my destiny.”
“Then we’ll have to make our own destiny, won’t we, brother?” Cian returned. “Whatever comes, the three of us are in it together.”
“We’ll be beside you, no matter what,” Meg vowed. Her eyes were solemn and filled with promise.
“Yes, whatever happens, Meg will make cookies for the occasion,” Cian swore with a long laugh.
It broke the tension, and Beck breathed for the first time in a long time. He took a long breath and found himself happy to be Beckett Finn.
“I’ll have to try one tomorrow, wife,” he said. He knew there was an incredibly foolish smile on his face, but he was enjoying playing her fool.
“And a potato,” she giggled with delight. It made her breasts jiggle, and Beck could feel Cian’s interest surge. It was not unlike his own. Now that the bridge was open, Beck could feel Cian’s emotions clearly.
“What is a potato?” Beck heard himself ask as he traced her pretty pink nipples with his fingertip. He had bonded with her on a base level. He could feel her humming with happiness. It soothed and eased him. It also made him horny as hell. She was so close. Her skin was warm against his hand, and her emotions were open and flowing around him like a blanket, hugging him tight.
His wife loved him. His wife wanted and trusted him. She was his on every level.
“Do you have any idea how silly you sound with that accent asking me what a potato is?” She shook her head and was unconsciously moving against his body. She might not realize it, but she was responding to their interest. Cian cupped the cheeks of her ass and squeezed while Beck concentrated on her breasts. “Cian thought it was a weed.”
“It is a weed,” his brother said, kissing her shoulder. “It tasted terrible.”
“Only because it wasn’t cooked,” Meg said with a gasp as Beck leaned down and licked her nipple. That little bud stood at attention as he curled his 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,” Beck commanded. He was done talking. His cock was hard and ready to fuck. “Play the queen later. Right now, you’re just our wife, and we have need of you.”
“Oh, yes, we do,” Cian whispered into her ear.
Beck palmed her breast and sucked the nipple deeply into his mouth. He opened the connection between them, and he could feel the way her body was responding. Meg’s whole body began to sing with the triple arousal she felt. Beck was feeling it, too. He could feel her soft, warm arousal alongside his and Cian’s raging need. Cian gently bit her sensitive earlobe. Meg closed her eyes, and Beck felt the minute she gave over to them.
“I love that, wife,” Beck growled as he sensed her complete surrender. Why had he waited so long to feel this? There was nothing perverse about Meg’s surrender or his own need to dominate her. Meg wanted his dominance. She needed Cian’s worshipful love as well. She needed them both. “Cian, I’d like to taste our wife.”
Cian pulled her back into his arms. His legs hooked under hers, spreading them wide for Beck’s perusal. Beck got on his knees as he tugged his shirt off and tossed it away. He stared at her for a moment, but Meg didn’t seem to feel self-conscious. She was so beautiful. Her pussy was a ripe, pink jewel. Her clit pouted out of its hood, tempting him to play. Cian played with her breasts, and she moved restlessly beneath his hands.
Beck traced the lips of her pussy with his forefinger. She was getting wet. Her folds were getting slick with a pearly cream. She tried to move against him, seemingly trying to get his fingers in her cunt, but Cian held her tight. Beck let his fingers follow the seam of her pussy all the way down to her puckered asshole. Oh, that was a pretty sight. “Ci, have you fucked that little ass of hers yet?”
Cian chuckled behind her. He licked and nipped at her neck. “No, but I’ve played with it enough. I’ve stretched her. She’s ready.”
He saw Meg tense, but then she relaxed back against Cian’s skin. It would be all right. She would trust them. She was theirs, and they would always take care of her.
Beck leaned over and settled himself onto the mattress, belly down. He shoved his nose in her pussy and breathed her in like he would smell a flower.
“I love your scent, wife,” Beck growled before he swiped his tongue across the swollen lips of her pussy. They pouted and beckoned to him.
Meg cried out. Beck could feel the pleasure she took. It felt so good. Her flesh was engorged and throbbing. Cian’s arms and legs were manacles holding her down for Beck’s pleasure. It was everything she could have wanted, and Beck was happy to give it to her. Beck settled in to give his wife everything she desired.
* * * *
Meg sighed as Beck worked between her legs. She couldn’t imagine anything hotter and cried out as he kissed her pussy.
“Hush,” Cian ordered. “Look up.”
She did as he asked, turning her head so she could see him. Cian took her mouth with his. His tongue delved deeply, tangling with hers. He thrust his tongue into her mouth in perfect rhythm with Beck’s in her pussy. Beck licked and thrust his tongue into her cunt as far as he could go. He pulled apart her labia so he left no piece of her untasted. Cian curled his tongue around hers as he palmed her breasts. She was utterly surrounded with them. Finally, when she thought she could take no more, he gently pulled back the hood of her clit.
“This little pearl is throbbing, Meggie,” Beck said with a satisfied chuckle. “It’s begging for attention. Should I give it some, Ci?”
“You should make our little wife fly,” Cian answered. “Make her come, Beck, so we can fuck her hard and she won’t care.”
Beck laughed and went back to his work. He sucked the little bead into his mouth, and Meg came with a cry, every nerve in her body bursting to life. Meg pushed her orgasm out so the twins could share in it. She felt the swell of Ci’s cock at her lower back. She struggled to breathe through the pleasure that rolled over her body, but finally let herself fall back against Cian.
Beck practically ripped off his pants as he shoved her knees even further apart. He pushed his enormous erection into her with one thrust. Cian hissed in discomfort and slid out from under her. Beck began thrusting away as Cian removed his clothes. He tossed them aside and stroked his cock as he watched.
Meg’s hands found Beck’s backside as she came out of her languor, ready for more. Beck’s need was riding her hard now even as his body did. It was a shock when he pulled out and went onto his knees.
“Ci, you take her pussy,” Beck ordered, pulling her up onto her own knees. Cian happily lay down on his back, and Meg managed to straddle him. He thrust up into her soaking slit before she could think to seat herself.
Meg groaned at the sensation. He went so deep in this position. It was Cian’s favorite. He loved for her to ride him. She started to lose herself in Cian’s passion when Beck pushed her forward gently. Cian put his hands on her hips to hold her still. Meg could feel the excitement vibrating off him. Cian wanted this.
“Don’t tense up, Meggie,” Beck said quietly, but with his eternal air of authority. “I’ll be gentle.”
She felt the coolness of the oil Cian kept by the bed. It was a clear color, and it warmed as Beck worked it into her flesh. He took his time working the oil into the little rosebud of her ass.
“You’re so fucking gorgeous, wife,” he murmured while he rimmed her asshole and started to make little forays inside.
He went slowly, methodically preparing her. Meg groaned at the sensation, but Cian distracted her by pulling her close for a long kiss. Cian flooded her with his desire. She felt the restraint he used to hold himself still inside her. She felt his anticipation of the act. Cian wanted the three of them together, she knew. He wanted his other half sharing in the pleasure of their wife.
Meg could sense Beck’s desire, too. The connection was stronger than ever. She might not know his every thought, but he couldn’t hide from her when they were like this. For Beck, this act was his ultimate domination. His whole body hummed with anticipation. Making love in this manner was an act of complete submission, and she was giving it to him. Meg felt excited and overwhelmed with his emotion all at once. Then Beck wasn’t thinking about anything except how tight she was.
“Relax, Meg,” he said breathlessly. He pulled the cheeks of her ass apart. Meg moaned as she felt the broad head of his cock start to breach the rosette of her ass. He was so big, even with the oil to work as a lubricant, Meg knew this wasn’t going to be easy. “Push back against me. Ci, help her.”
Cian gently pushed against her hips as he held her on his cock. Meg took a deep breath and eased her backside toward Beck. It hurt, but not so much that she was willing to take this from him. She could endure it. She would endure it.
“I know it burns, love,” he said. She could tell he was gritting his teeth. “I feel it, too. I’ll stop if it gets to be too much.”
“No.” An idea suddenly hit Meg. “Overwhelm me. Let me feel what you feel.”
In an instant, Meg gasped. It was so fucking tight. It was hot and ridiculously tight. It didn’t feel like a pussy. Even the heat was different. No wonder they both wanted this. Beck was being careful as he tunneled his way into her ass, but he nearly came undone when he felt Cian deep inside her. It was so intimate. They were all so close. Both halves of the man were working together to bring her pleasure and take their own, to meld themselves into one.
“Oh, that’s unbelievable.” Meg had to force herself to breathe. They could feel each other. Beck had worked his way in. She could feel the tightness of his balls as they bobbed against the cheeks of her ass. He slid all the way in. He rested his hardness against Cian’s, only a tiny, soft bit of flesh between them.
“Oh, fuck,” Cian laughed joyously. “You’re so tight.”
She was so full. She was full of them, and the connection came completely open. Feelings and emotions, sensations and moods, they were all open. They bridged through her, but the brothers could feel each other. It was so much more than simply sensing each other’s moods.
They could access each other’s strengths. Beck would always be the warrior, but through Meg, he could access the softer side of himself that was contained in Cian. Cian would always be the funny, sweet one, but Beck would give him strength and confidence. They were finally complete.
As they began to move, Meg found herself completely caught between them. They set a rugged pace. Cian thrust in, and Beck retreated. Beck tunneled in, and Cian pulled out. Every second was a new sensation. All the way she was overcome with their pleasure. The hot, tight clasp of her body was a revelation for them. The dual sensations of constant thrust and retreat lit up every nerve of her body. She pushed and pulled, but there was no escaping the mounting pleasure. It assaulted her body and soul.
Beck came first. Her little ass was too tight for him to last long. He groaned as he ground himself into her. Her ass was flooded with him. He bucked and fought to give her every ounce. The minute Beck came, Cian followed. His big hands pulled her tight against him. He swelled as he shot his cum straight toward her womb. Meg cried and fought to prolong the feeling. It started in her pussy, but rapidly moved along her skin until her entire body hummed with red-hot sensation. She shook as she fell forward into Ci’s arms.
Beck fell to her side and rolled her body between theirs. She breathed deeply as he pulled her close and covered them with a quilt. Even as her eyes closed, she knew something important had happened between the three of them.
“I love you, wife,” Beck whispered in her ear.
Cian pressed his head to her heart. “Forever,” he promised.