“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.
Chapter Nineteen
Meg woke to Beck gently pushing his way into her body. Her eyes fluttered open, and she was on her back with Beck above her.
“Good morning, wife,” Beck said as he moved his hips and worked his way into her.
“Good morning,” Meg said with a smile.
She didn’t protest his treatment of her. It was all a part of being Beckett Finn’s woman. Meg hooked her legs around Beck’s waist as he began to thrust in earnest. He buried his face in her neck. Meg was happy he hadn’t gone back to that polite lover this morning. A small part of her feared he would retreat again, and she wasn’t sure she could handle it. The night before had been everything she could have hoped for. She could handle fighting him for control every inch of the way, but she would rather die than have Beck treat her the way he had before. Now that she’d really tasted his passion and all that could exist between the three of them, she knew she could never go back.
Meg wasn’t even warming up when Beck started to come. It didn’t matter. Beck opened the bridge between them, and Meg nearly wept at the pleasure he took. It felt so good to feel what he felt. He loved to fuck her, and it was so much more than simple sensation. He loved her. Everything about her. It came across in the emotion he pushed toward her. She was his, and he was a better man for it.
Beck’s whole body tensed. His balls drew up almost painfully, but he welcomed the sensation.
Meg gave over and, for a few seconds, almost became Beck. His thoughts and emotions flowed over her as though she was the one having them. Beck loved that she was so warm and tight. Beck drew out just to shove his way back in. She was his, his to protect, to love, to fill. He was sure now that she wouldn’t fight his claim on her. That fact gave him great peace. Beck was smiling as he pressed deep one last time and shared his orgasm with her.
Meg felt his deep contentment as he crushed her into the mattress. It took him a moment before he had the energy to roll off her, but even then, he gathered her close.
“How are you this morning, wife?” Beck asked.
Meg opened her eyes and smiled at him. Every cell in her body was sated and languid.
“I’m surprisingly rested after everything you and Ci put me through last night. Where is he?” Meg looked around.
Cian wasn’t on her other side. When they had finally settled down to sleep, Cian had been pressed to her side. It was funny how she had gotten used to having him against her at night. She supposed she would quickly get used to sleeping in between her husbands.
“Love, we bonded fully last night,” Beck said, gently brushing back her hair. His eyes were warm, but there was a tight set to his mouth. “You do know what that means? Cian and I are together now. We’re one, thanks to you. I’m the dominant personality. I absorbed him, but he’s here with us. He’s always going to be with us.” Beck put a hand to her heart. “He’ll always love you, wife.”
Tears began to well in her eyes. A feeling of panic threatened to overtake her. Cian was gone? How was that possible? She’d believed that by becoming the bridge between them, they would be stronger individuals. How could she have lost Cian? “I don’t understand.”
“Dominant personality, my ass,” came a sarcastic voice from the doorway. “It looks like you’ve absorbed a great deal of my personality, brother, but I assure our wife that I am still here.”