Chapter Seventeen
Meg bucked beneath her husband. His weight held her efficiently as he sat on her midsection and calmly looked to his brother.
“Get me some rope,” he said as though asking someone to pass the salt.
Cian walked off to do his bidding.
“Bastard,” Meg grunted as she tried to force him off. His position was perfect. She couldn’t quite strike him, though she tried. “Get the fuck off me.”
Beck looked entirely too pleased for Meg’s comfort. “Language, my love. Have you noticed, Ci, that our sweet little wife has quite the mouth on her?”
Cian was smiling broadly as he returned with a length of material. Meg recognized it as a scarf she’d bought in the marketplace. “I did, indeed, notice the mouth on her. I’ve found when she gets that dirty mouth of hers going, it’s best to shove something in it.”
“Fuck you, too, Ci,” Meg said. Cian was supposed to side with her, damn it. He was supposed to understand. He’d spent two weeks listening to her and getting to really know her. He’d understood how she felt about Beck. It had taken roughly three minutes for Cian to flip on her and take his brother’s side. She should have known. Meg tried kicking her legs.
“I suspect there will be a lot of fucking, my lover,” Cian promised. “This will chafe less than the rope.”
Meg looked up at the faces staring down at her. They were twins, but she could tell them apart. Besides the very slight differences living had brought to their faces, she could tell by their expressions. Cian was looking down on her with a sweetly lascivious grin. Meg could tell he was anticipating the sex he thought was coming. His hand had already begun to rub against the swell in his pants. Beck was an entirely different animal. He just looked hungry. He caught her hands when she tried to hit him.
“No, Megan.” He neatly wrapped the scarf around her wrists. “You will behave, or I’ll have you across my lap. I won’t be nice about it either. You’ve pushed me too far, love. It’s time we put this relationship of ours on a proper footing.”
“It’s time you let me up, asshole.” Meg tried to kick again.
She hated the fact that even while she knew this would go badly, her pussy was starting to ache. She wasn’t sure why Beck seemed to be so willing to give her what she wanted. He would hate her afterward for this, but there was no question Meg wanted the change in Beck to be real. “I told you, I won’t try to leave again. Let me go. I’ll stay in the room in the barn. You two can fuck each other for all I care.”
Beck pulled her up by her bound hands. True to his word, she was pulled over his lap. She kicked, but he was far too strong. He held her down, placing one strong hand on her back. “I warned you, Meg.”
He pulled her skirt up, tossing it over her back, and her naked ass felt the slight chill in the air. It wasn’t cold for long as Beck’s hand came down in a short arc.
Meg gasped as the pain hit her sharply. She didn’t have a chance to breathe before he smacked her other cheek just as hard. These weren’t the playful taps Cian had given her. Beck meant business. Tears formed in her eyes, but before she could shed them, the heat bloomed deep inside her, and she felt her pussy cream. Fuck him, but he was right. This was exactly what she wanted. She bit her bottom lip to keep from begging him to continue.
“That’s a pretty sight, love,” Beck drawled as he ran his hand across her cheeks. Meg heard him take a deep breath. “Open yourself to me, Meg. You’re shielding. I don’t like it. I can’t tell if I’m really hurting you.”
Meg stubbornly kept the mental walls in place just as Cian had taught her. The mental walls stopped her from broadcasting her every emotion to the brothers.
Another sudden blow landed on her butt. Meg groaned, waiting for the pain to turn to arousal. She was glad they couldn’t see her face.
“I can keep it up all night, Meg,” Beck promised. “You’ll give me what I want. I swear, by the time we’re through, you’ll surrender everything I ask for, and you’ll do it with a smile on your face. Until then, I think there’s another way to get the answer to my question.”
Meg gasped as he spread her thighs and roughly shoved two fingers straight up her cunt. He wasn’t shielding at all now, and she felt his deep satisfaction with what he found there.
“She’s hot for it, isn’t she?” Cian asked.
“Brother, she’s on fire,” Beck replied, rotating his fingers inside her. Meg couldn’t stay still. She squirmed, trying to get those fingers to hit her sweet spot. He pulled his fingers out, and Meg wanted to cry at their loss. He slapped her ass again. “And she’s not very attentive. Stay still. I’ll tell you when you can move. I’ve thought an awful lot about what’s gone wrong between us, Meg.”
“You’re an asshole.” It just came out, and Meg closed her eyes just before the blow landed. There was no hiding her low moan this time.
“You really like this, don’t you, wife?” Beck’s voice was filled with gratified wonder as his hands caressed the spot he’d struck. Meg felt him lean over and place a kiss at the base of her spine.
“I told you,” Cian said quietly. His hand joined Beck’s. Meg turned enough to see that Cian had already tossed off his clothes. He liked to be naked as much as possible. Some days she had to force him into his clothes. He would just walk around in a constant, tempting state of undress. “She’s perfect for us.”
“Let’s see if she is,” Beck said with a laugh. He moved Meg off his lap and onto her knees. “You look so gorgeous with your hands bound. Your skin is flush with sexual arousal. Do you know what that does to me?” He calmly pulled at the fastening on his pants and freed his cock. Meg felt his eyes on her. She licked her lips as she took in the sight of him stroking that big, hard dick. “Are you going to obey me, Meg?”
That deep voice promised all manner of delight if she said yes. Meg knew that if she did as he asked, there was a chance he would reject her afterward. She had pushed him to this. He had been upset when she claimed she loved Cian, but not him. It wasn’t true. She’d been crazy about Beck from the moment she’d seen him. She’d never believed in love at first sight, but that was pretty much what had happened with her and Beck. Somehow, she’d known she was made for him. She’d fought it, but the emotion she felt every time she even thought of him wouldn’t go away. Her stomach was in knots of indecision before she finally realized she would take every chance he gave her.
“Yes, damn it,” she said.
Beck sighed. “Ci, if you would.”
Meg felt her skirt being raised just before Cian’s hand came down on her ass. It wasn’t as firm as Beck’s, but it stung all the same. The skin of her ass hummed with heat.
“Language,” Cian explained with a smile on his face. Cian winked at her. He moved into position behind her. His hand went to the waist of her skirt. “It’s time for this to come off, sweetheart. You’re going to take care of Beck, and I’m going to have a little playtime with that sweet pussy of yours.”
“Not a word,” Beck warned when she opened her mouth to ask a question. “The only word you need to use is, ‘yes.’ Now, lift up and let Ci take off that skirt.”
She did as he asked, and Cian’s hands smoothed the garment off her body. He pressed his pelvis against her backside, letting her feel how much he wanted her as his hand undid the ties on her shirt.
“I love these tits,” he said, cupping them as he pushed his erection against the folds of her ripe pussy. Meg moaned as he teased her. He made sure he never hit her clitoris.
Beck looked down on her with approval in his gaze. “Ci can play with you all he likes as long as you do what you’re told, Meg. Do you understand?”
“He’s the carrot, and you’re the stick,” Meg said, trying to push back against the very large carrot in question. Cian laughed and smacked her ass again. “I mean, yes,” she corrected quickly.
“Better, love,” Beck said, standing up.
He pushed his pants off his hips and tossed them aside. He did the same with his shirt. Cian pulled Meg into position. Her hands stayed in front of her as Cian continued to torture her with his cock and his fingers. They slid through her soaking wet slit. Meg whimpered because he kept her perfectly aroused with no real hope of coming. She would have to please Beck before she had any chance at pleasure. She felt like a sweet little toy between them.
“Open,” Beck commanded. He held his cock in his hands and moved to her mouth.
Meg obediently parted her lips, and Beck thrust himself in. He groaned as the head of his cock entered her mouth. Behind her, Cian sighed. Meg knew Cian was sharing the sensation with his brother.
“Lick it,” Beck ordered. “Lick the head. I’m going to teach you how I like my cock sucked. I expect you to remember, love.”
Meg pulled back and licked the engorged head of her husband’s dick. She lapped up the cream of his arousal and whirled her tongue all around the ridge of his penis. Beck’s hands petted her hair, letting her know he approved.
“Lick down to the base,” Beck said as he closed his eyes. “I love the feel of your little tongue all over my cock. That’s right. Lick it all over.”
Behind her, Cian was moving. He shoved her legs apart, but she made sure she didn’t lose Beck. She gently licked down the shaft, making sure not to miss a centimeter of his erection.
Beck lifted his cock up, giving Meg access to his balls. “Lick the balls, wife, and then suck them, one at a time.”
Just as Meg touched her tongue to his round, tight balls, she gasped as Cian slid under her and parted the cheeks of her ass. He sank his hands into the flesh of her bottom and held her still. He licked her from the edge of her cunt all the way to her clit as his fingers played with her anus. The feeling was so forbidden that she shivered. One finger lightly rimmed her anus.
Beck growled. “I’ll make him stop if it distracts you. You see to me first, Meg. I am in charge here. Do you understand?”
Meg nodded silently, whimpering just a little as Cian grabbed her hips and shoved his strong tongue straight up her cunt. It felt so good, and she could feel his joy in pleasing her. Despite the walls she had put up, Cian’s emotion was getting through. Cian’s satisfaction with her taste and smell and touch swept over her mind. She tried to focus on the job at hand. She leaned forward and curled her tongue around Beck’s balls.
“Oh, fuck, that feels good, wife,” Beck praised her. “Suck it into your mouth. Yes, hold it for a second. Oh, yeah.”
Meg concentrated fiercely because Cian was doing his best to distract her. He tongue-fucked her pussy while trying to gently work his finger into the little rosebud of her ass. It burned and tantalized at the same time. She had to force herself to keep still or she would be shoving her ass against that finger of Ci’s. He pressed his finger in, and Meg felt her asshole clench around the invading digit.
“Stop,” Beck commanded. Meg pulled back. “Open your mouth and relax. I’m going to fuck your mouth, love. 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,” Meg said, wanting that orgasm with her whole being. She wanted to share it with them. Being surrounded by Beck and Cian, bombarded with their passion and emotion was the most intimate experience of her life.
Between the pleasure Cian was giving her and the dominance Beck was showing, Meg was utterly breathless. Before she could inhale, though, Beck was shoving his dick forward, feeding his long, thick length into her mouth. Meg had to stop and remember to breathe through her nose. She went passive and allowed Beck to completely take the lead.
“That’s right, love,” Beck sighed. “Relax. I want your walls down. I want to feel you, all of you.”
Meg let her walls drop away and the bond between the three of them opened fully.
“Yes, wife. That’s what I want. Flood me with it.”
“I told you she wants this,” Cian said, pulling briefly away. “Can’t you feel her joy?”
Once she opened the gates, she was flooded with them as well. She felt Beck’s relief at finally letting his dominant side out. She felt Cian’s peace at sharing her with his brother. Beck and Cian were complete. That was what sharing her meant to them. Meg completed them.
Beck’s hands went to the knot at the back of her head. He released her hair. Beck wound his fingers in it and ruthlessly used it to control her movement.
Meg moaned. She was grateful for her bound hands as Beck began to fuck her mouth in earnest. It would have been hard not to touch him. Now it was simple to give up her will and concentrate on feeling.
Beck’s thoughts assailed her. Beck loved the feel of her mouth. He loved how tight and warm the hole was and how her lips looked as they sucked on his cock. He was in full domination mode, and there was nothing more beautiful to him than the sight of her complying. He threw back his head and stopped thinking. This was what he’d always wanted, what he’d needed and not been able to get. A deep gratitude meshed with his desire, and it nearly brought tears to Meg’s eyes. She felt the connection to Beck. It was what she had missed all of her life, too.
Suddenly Cian’s feelings pushed at her. Beck’s emotions receded to the background as Cian took over. Oh, she needed him, too. Cian loved the taste of her pussy. He could eat her all day. It was tangy and sweet in his mouth. He adored her. She was his to please, and that fulfilled something deep inside Cian. He needed someone to love and take care of. He needed someone who needed him. Cian’s hand lightly caressed the cheeks of her ass as he devoured her pussy. He couldn’t wait to fuck her there.
All the while, Meg sent out her own feelings. Their emotions meshed until she wasn’t sure who was feeling what, and she just didn’t care.
Beck groaned, and Meg felt that he was close. She breathed deeply as he bumped the back of her throat.
“Swallow around me,” he ordered roughly as he forced her to take the whole of him.
Meg complied, tightening around his pulsing cock. She swallowed and teased the sensitive underside of his dick with her tongue. He was so big he filled her, but she could move a little.
Beck’s voice was hoarse as he spoke. “Goddess, I’m coming. You swallow what I give you.”
Beck pulled almost out of her mouth and then shoved his way back in. His hands pulled at her scalp as he held her very still. He groaned low and then everything in him released. Meg felt the first hot jet of his cum hit the back of her throat. She worked furiously to swallow every drop of the salty cream he poured into her.
She sucked while his cock softened, and his hands gentled in her hair as he came down from the high. Meg licked his cock lovingly because she could feel his happiness. There was no abrupt break in their bond. He wasn’t upset. A sense of peace flowed from Beck’s mind. He wasn’t about to reject her.
“Mo shonuachar,” he whispered with a happy sigh as he stroked her.
He was the passive one now, allowing her to lick his softening dick clean. She thoroughly cleaned him from the tiny slit of the head all the way to his balls. He loved having her play with his balls. She would remember that. She curled her tongue around one and then the other.
He chuckled before gently pulling away. He undid the ties on her 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 was catching his breath as he sat back in the rocking chair. He looked very satisfied and ready for a show. A lazily indulgent smile broke over Beck’s face. Meg cried out as Cian pulled his face away from her pussy. He gripped her hips and shoved her down his body.
“Ride my cock, Meggie,” he ordered. Her playful lover was gone. He used his hands to lower her slowly onto his throbbing dick. His face was turned up as he watched his flesh disappear into hers. “Do you know what he just called you, mo shonuachar?”
Meg shook her head, concentrating on the exquisite feeling of Cian filling her. He moved with painstaking slowness. Cian had always been careful with her and enjoyed prolonging the pleasure.
Cian flexed his hips up and seated himself fully inside her tight, soaking pussy. “Soul mate. Our soul’s mate. I love you, mo shonuachar.”
Meg felt tears well in her eyes. She reached down and cupped the strong line of Cian’s jaw. Her breasts pressed against his chest as she kissed him. “I love you, too.” She sighed as she pulled her torso back up. She looked at Beck and opened her every emotion to him. “I love you.”
Beck smiled. His face was open, and he looked younger than she could ever remember seeing him. Beck always had a heavy mantle of responsibility clinging to him, but now all she could see was his satisfaction. “I love you, wife. Never doubt it. Now lean back and let Ci fuck that pussy. Put your hands on his thighs.”
Meg leaned back. It pushed her breasts forward. They bounced with every thrust of Cian’s cock. Beck was already getting hard again. Meg closed her eyes. Cian’s hands gripped her hips. He slammed her down on his cock. He controlled the pace and swiveled his hips up, tunneling into her pussy and hitting that spot, making her moan.
“Does that feel good, lover?” Cian laughed as he watched her jiggle on his cock. “I love watching you dance on my dick. I love hearing you scream for me even more.”
His hand came forward, and he stroked her throbbing clitoris. Meg gasped as her womb clenched with pleasure.
“Send it out, Meg,” Cian commanded.
Meg nodded as she started to come, and she pushed the sensation outward. Waves of satisfaction rolled across her skin and out of her mind to her lovers. Meg cried out at her peak. She watched Beck. He hissed as his cock started weeping again.
Cian growled as she started to go limp above him. He flipped her over and rearranged her limbs. She was languid with satisfaction as Cian propped her ankles on his shoulders and shoved his cock back inside.
“I want my own,” he explained. “I shielded from you because I’m not done yet. You’re not getting off that easy.”
He drove into her soft body, bending her over to drive in all the way to his balls.
Meg would have complained that she was too sore for such rough use, but she felt Cian’s joy in his possession.
“Fuck, Ci,” Beck swore. He was stroking himself in short, tight strokes. “Finish her. I can’t take much more.”
Cian drove into her, pounding away at her pussy. Meg was helpless to do anything but feel his pleasure. Her hands sought something to hold on to, and suddenly Beck was there. He lay down on the floor beside her and kissed her forehead, cheeks, and lips. His tongue tangled with hers as Cian thrust deeply into her. Beck’s hands found her nipples, pinching them gently.
“These are ours,” he said, his stormy gray eyes holding hers. “Say it.”
“They’re yours,” Meg replied, because it was nothing less than the truth. She belonged to them. “Yours and Ci’s.”
Beck looked entirely pleased with her declaration. He got to his knees over her and spread her top so her breasts were completely open to him. He stroked his cock, and Meg could tell he was close to coming once more.
“You belong to us, wife,” Beck claimed as his thumb rubbed across the engorged head of his cock. “Inside and out.”
Cian cursed as his head fell forward, and he stiffened. He held himself inside her, pouring his cum deep into her soft body. Beck came in the same instant as his brother in a long arc flowing straight on her chest, marking her in a primitive way. He pumped his cum between her breasts as Cian filled her pussy. Meg wept as their dual pleasure flooded her senses.
Cian fell to her other side with a happy laugh. He kissed her thoroughly while Beck rubbed his seed on her skin.
“I knew you were a pervert.” Meg chuckled. She purred under his hands.
He brought his cream-coated fingers to her lips. “You have no idea, wife. Open and taste.”
Meg complied with a smile. She had created a monster, but he was her monster. And what a sexy monster he was.
* * * *
Twenty minutes later, Meg settled against Beck’s chest in the soaking tub Susan Dellacourt had sent as a wedding gift. It was huge and had to be kept behind the barn. Meg had to explain to the brothers that it was called a hot tub on her plane, and they were usually kept outside.
Of course, hot tubs in her world didn’t have small computers inside that automatically pulled and purified water from the nearest source and kept the water at a perfect temperature without the aid of electricity. It didn’t matter, she thought happily as Beck’s arms wound around her. It worked, and it was big enough for three. Cian sat across from her. His toes played with hers.
“I told you she was perfect,” Cian said on a sigh as he let his head fall back.
“Not quite perfect,” Beck replied. “She seems to think she gets to call the shots.”
“What?” Meg’s question came out as a strangled shriek. She strained to turn her head around so she could see him. He held her close. “Are you kidding me? I haven’t called a single shot since some asshole demon kidnapped me and I woke up in chains.”
“Is that true, love?” Beck asked. He nipped gently at her ear. “Poor Meg. We big strong men have just held you down and forced you to do our will.”
“Well, I liked that part,” Meg admitted.
“I could tell,” Beck chuckled. “But, my wife, you’re going to have to explain your definition of submissive to me. I think we’re speaking two different languages here. So far you’ve run from me and nearly gotten yourself and me killed. You’ve cursed me and my whole line at every given opportunity. You attempted to manipulate me into things I wasn’t comfortable with.”
“I did not,” Meg said. There wasn’t a whole lot of enthusiasm in her defense. She’d pretty much done just that. Cian snorted at the statement.
Beck ignored her. “The minute I leave, you decide to move out and start a life that doesn’t involve me. I write to you. You refuse to reply. You use my own brother against me. These are not the acts of a submissive woman.”
Meg flushed because he was right. “They were the acts of an impatient woman.”
Beck turned her and forced her to look him the eyes. “Megan, I’m sorry for the way we started. I’m clinging to a life that doesn’t exist anymore.” He sighed and tugged her close. “I love you, Meg. I haven’t shown it because I didn’t fully bond with you. I’m scared of it, to tell you the truth. I’ve done things I’m not proud of, and you’ll see them. I won’t be able to stop it. I’m scared that when you see me, the real me, you won’t want me anymore.”
Meg sat quietly, listening to Beck and trying not to wrap her arms around him. She wanted to press her lips against his and promise there wasn’t a plane in existence where she wouldn’t want him. Instead, she simply opened her mind. She let her feelings flow outward.
Beck sighed, and she knew he’d received the message. Cian came around the other side. He leaned over to kiss her hair.
“Beck is afraid of what I’ll think, too, lover,” Cian explained. “Once we bond properly, our connection will be complete. He doesn’t want me to know what happened the night our parents died. I’m not stupid, brother. I know something happened. I also know whatever you did, I’ll back you on it.”
“I hope so. I hope, when the time comes, you’ll understand. In the meantime, we need to discuss this marriage of ours.” Beck’s eyes were dark as he looked her over. “I don’t know if you realize what you’re getting into, love. I won’t always look to your pleasure. You’re mine, Meg. Sometimes, I’ll just use you because I own you.”
Cian’s hands ran down her shoulders. “That’s why I’m here, brother. I’ll take care of her.”
Meg leaned back and let Cian press his lips to hers. He was the soft touch. Though he’d been trying to be what she needed, he couldn’t really work up the will to truly dominate her. He’d rather worship her and coddle her. He was the soft side of the man.
Beck pulled her attention back to him. He was the rough side. He was the dominant side that took what he wanted. It said something about the man that even his dominant half would never hurt her. He was hard and possessive, and they would all be so much happier now that he’d stopped fighting his true nature.
“I want a yes, Meg,” Beck said quietly. “I want a yes, but before you say it, know that you can’t take it back. Once you say yes, I won’t ever let you go. You’ll fight me every day for control. I’ll try my damndest to make decisions for you. I can’t help what I am. Cian will balance me by being the biggest pussy on the plane when it comes to you.”
Cian grinned. “I have no shame about that.”
Meg’s heart swelled with love for them. It was hard because they were really one person in two bodies, their personalities stronger for it. Beck had to struggle with his own instincts because all the pieces that would balance him were in Cian. Cian felt weak and often unappreciated because the arrogance was mostly housed in Beck. She could help them once they bonded fully. They needed her.
“Yes, Beck,” she said without hesitation. “Though I think you’ll find me more difficult to deal with than you imagine. But, I promise when we’re intimate, I will be your perfect little slave.”
A happy little smile curled around his sensual mouth. “I’ll try to take more, wife. I’m a bloody selfish bastard.”
Meg leaned forward. “You’re welcome to try, husband.”
He kissed her roughly. “I promise I will. Now, you have a duty to us, wife. You will wash your husbands’ hair, and then we’ll join the villagers. I assume there’s a party. When I’m away, Ci always throws a party.”
Cian was already getting his hair wet. “The ale is already flowing freely, brother.”
Beck shook his head. “We’ll partake, then. I want the villagers to see how happy our bride has made us. Then, later tonight, we bond. All three of us.”
Meg caught his strong jaw in her hands. “It’s going to be fine, Beck. I love you. Ci loves you. Nothing is going to change that.”
“Nothing,” Cian promised.
Beck allowed Meg to start soaping his hair. She could see he hoped Cian’s words would prove true.