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.