Total pages in book: 130
Estimated words: 121008 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 605(@200wpm)___ 484(@250wpm)___ 403(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 121008 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 605(@200wpm)___ 484(@250wpm)___ 403(@300wpm)
Beck falls to my side and rolls my body between theirs. I breathe deeply as he pulls me close and covers us with a quilt. Even as my eyes close, I know something important has happened between the three of us.
“I love you, wife,” Beck whispers in my ear.
Cian presses his head to my heart. “Forever,” he promises.
Chapter Thirty-Eight
Meg
I wake to the magnificent feeling of Beck gently rubbing my clitoris. I’m wrapped in his arms, his lips moving over my neck and shoulders, and the world feels soft and warm. It’s not long before I’m on my back and he’s pushing his way into my body. This is how I want every morning to start.
“Good morning, wife,” Beck says as he moves his hips and works his way in.
“Good morning.” I’m practically purring.
I hook my legs around Beck’s waist as he begins to thrust in earnest. He buries his face in my neck. I’m happy he didn’t go back to being that polite lover this morning. There was a small part of me that feared he would retreat again, and I know I couldn’t handle it. The night before was everything I could have hoped for. I can handle fighting him for control every inch of the way. I really can. I kind of relish the thought, but I would rather die than have Beck treat me the way he did before. Now that I’ve really tasted his passion and understand all that can exist between the three of us, I know I can never go back.
I’m not really close when Beck starts to come. It doesn’t matter. Beck opens the bridge between us, and I nearly weep at the pleasure he takes. It feels so good to experience what he feels. He loves to fuck me, and it’s far more than simple sensation. He loves me. Everything about me. It comes across in the emotion he pushes my way. I’m his, and he’s a better man for it.
Beck’s whole body tenses. His balls draw up almost painfully, but he welcomes the sensation.
I give over and, for a few seconds, almost become Beck. His thoughts and emotions flow over me as though I’m the one having them. Beck loves that I’m so warm and tight. He draws out only to shove his way back in. I’m his, his to protect, to love, to fill. He’s sure now that I won’t fight his claim. That fact gives him great peace. Beck is smiling as he presses deep one last time and shares his orgasm with me.
Somewhere in all his caveman possessiveness is another truth.
He is mine. He will never fight my claim on him. He will honor the love between us.
I feel his deep contentment as he crushes me into the mattress. It takes a moment before he has the energy to roll off me, but even then, he gathers me close.
“How are you this morning, wife?” Beck asks.
Every cell in my body is sated and languid.
“I’m surprisingly rested after everything you and Ci put me through last night. Where is he?” I don’t see him in the room.
Cian isn’t on my other side. When we finally settled down to sleep, Cian was pressed against me. It’s funny how quickly I got used to having him curled around me at night. I suppose I’ll get used to sleeping in between my husbands.
“Love, we bonded fully last night,” Beck says, gently brushing back my hair. His eyes are warm, but there’s 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 puts a hand to my heart. “He’ll always love you, wife.”
Tears begin to well in my eyes. A feeling of panic threatens to overtake my whole world. Cian is gone? Nothing I read told me he would be absorbed. What does that even mean? How is it possible? By becoming the bridge between them, they should be stronger individuals. I can’t have lost Cian. My heart hurts. “I don’t understand.”
“Dominant personality, my ass,” a sarcastic voice says 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.”
I sit straight up in bed, relief pouring through me. Cian leans against the doorframe, his lips quirking up. Beck laughs at his own truly horrible and inappropriate joke.
I pick up a pillow and hit him in the head with it. “Jerk.”
There are tears in Beck’s eyes as I stand and find the shift I use as a nightgown. “I’m sorry, love. I couldn’t help it. He’s right. I absorbed too much of his personality.” Beck sits up and regards his brother. “It feels good to laugh. Did you get any of mine?”