“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.”