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)
And I’m all right with that outcome. If Ci is too far gone, we’ll sacrifice ourselves to save her. She is the important one.
I’m suddenly intensely aware that I’m alone with my wife. Cian is sleeping, and Dante left after our talk, explaining he had someone he needed to see. It’s bullshit. Dante is going to the tavern. He won’t be back before morning, if then. It doesn’t matter. I have what I need from Dante. I used his communication device to speak with Susan. She promised me a good salary to clear out the tunnels in Dellacorp’s latest mining project. They’re full of some form of monstrous bat. It’s amusing that the great and mighty vampires with all their tech are deathly afraid of flying rodents. Not that I’ll complain. Their phobias mean gold in my pocket. Gold I can use to fix up the place and make Meg more comfortable.
I haven’t mentioned my impending trip to my wife. I don’t want to disrupt the happy place we’ve found tonight. We need a few hours of peace.
Meg leaves her own seat and slips to her knees beside me. She lays her head on my lap, and I feel my cock respond. It lengthens to painful proportions. I’ll go slowly with her tonight. The need to make love to her rides me hard, but I force myself to relax. It feels like forever, but I took her twice the day before. I need to show her I’m not an animal who will fall on her at every given opportunity, even if that’s what I feel like doing. I’m her husband. She’s been gracious and gentle with Cian, and I owe her nothing less.
I let my head fall back against the wood of the rocking chair. Such a long and rough day. Between the kelpie in the morning and the painful conversation I had with Liadan this afternoon, I’m spent. I didn’t want to hurt Lia, but I had to make it plain I can’t see her anymore. Liadan took the news of my marriage with tears, but she was a lady about it. She promised to help Meg fit in.
“He seemed better at dinner,” Meg murmurs.
She practically purrs when I stroke her hair. She’s so sweet and responsive. I wonder if her pussy is purring yet. My cock tightens again. The simple fact that she’s so close makes me long to shove her down and thrust into her soft, welcoming body.
“Your presence makes a huge difference.” I let my fingers play with the nape of her neck. “I felt it the minute I met you. Even before we bonded, I was calmer, more centered.”
She looks up, her pretty eyes wide. “I have to sleep with him to form the bond?”
“No.” There’s a wealth of hesitation in her question, and it worries me. Growing up on the human plane probably hasn’t prepared her for the reality of taking on two husbands. “Cian can form the bond without intercourse. I could have, too. I just lost my head. I pushed you.”
“Don’t apologize again, please,” she says with a sigh. “I have fond memories of the marketplace and arena, even if you don’t.” I’m not sure what to make of that, but she continues without explaining herself. “I’m just not sure what I think of sleeping with two men, even if they do look a lot alike.”
I snort at the thought. “We’re identical. He’s thinner than I am right now, but that will change. He’ll start eating again now that he has a reason to. Our own mother had trouble telling us apart until we opened our mouths.”
Her cute little nose wrinkles. “I guess you look that way at first, but I can tell.” She gets up and eases herself onto my lap. Her hands frame my face. “You have a small scar right here.” She leans over and feathers a kiss above my left eye. “And your mouth,” she says as she lightly kisses my lips, “is the tiniest bit wider than Cian’s.”
“Is it now?” I ask as my heart starts to pound. My blood is busy working its way from my brain down to my cock. Her lips are petal-soft against mine. Everything about my Meggie is soft and sweet. Goddess, how have I come to need her so much in such a short time?
She strokes a hand down my hair. “Cian’s hair is slightly longer than yours, and his eyes are a shade darker.”
“I don’t think anyone has ever noticed that.” I try to stay focused on what she’s saying. It’s hard because she’s wearing one of my old shirts as a nightgown, and I can see the swell of her breasts. If she moves slightly to the right, I might be able to see her nipple. I love that she’s wearing something of mine. It marks her as my wife, my lover. Mine.