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)
“Fuck, Ci,” Beck swears. He strokes himself in short, tight passes. “Finish her. I can’t take much more.”
Cian drives into me, pounding away at my pussy. I’m helpless to do anything but feel his pleasure. My hands seek something to hold on to and suddenly Beck is there. He lays down on the floor beside me and kisses my forehead, cheeks, and lips. His tongue tangles with mine as Cian thrusts deeply into me. Beck’s hands find my nipples, pinching them gently.
“These are ours,” he says, his stormy gray eyes holding mine. “Say it.”
“They’re yours,” I reply, because it’s nothing less than the truth. I belong to them. “Yours and Ci’s.”
Beck looks entirely pleased with my declaration. He gets to his knees over me and spreads my blouse so my breasts are completely open to him. He strokes his cock, and I can feel he’s close to coming again.
“You belong to us, wife,” Beck claims as his thumb rubs across the engorged head of his cock. “Inside and out.”
Cian curses as his head falls forward, and he stiffens. He holds himself inside me, pouring himself deep. Beck comes in the same instant as his brother in a long arc flowing straight on my chest, marking me in a primitive way. He comes between my breasts as Cian fills my pussy. I’m lost as their dual pleasure floods my senses.
Cian falls to my other side with a happy laugh. He kisses me thoroughly while Beck rubs his seed on my skin.
“I knew you were a pervert.” I practically purr under his hands. He’s everything I dreamed he could be.
He brings his cream-coated fingers to my lips. “You have no idea, wife. Open and taste.”
I comply with a smile. I created a monster, but he’s my monster. And what a sexy monster he is.
Twenty minutes later, I settle against Beck’s chest in the soaking tub Susan Dellacourt sent as a wedding gift. It’s huge and must be kept behind the barn. I explained to the brothers that it’s called a hot tub on my plane, and they’re usually kept outside.
Of course, hot tubs in my world don’t have small computers inside that automatically pull and purify water from the nearest source. They don’t keep the water at a perfect temperature without the aid of electricity. It’s a miracle of modern vampire tech, but all I care about is Beck’s arms around me. It works, and it’s big enough for three. Cian sits across from us. His toes play with mine under the water.
“I told you she was perfect,” Cian says on a sigh as he lets his head fall back.
“Not quite perfect,” Beck replies. “She seems to think she gets to call the shots.”
“What?” The question comes out as a strangled shriek. I strain to turn my head around so I can see him, but he holds me 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 nips gently at my ear. “Poor Meg. We big strong men have held you down and forced you to do our will.”
“Well, I liked that part,” I admit.
“I could tell.” Beck chuckles. “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.” There isn’t a whole lot of enthusiasm in my defense. I pretty much did everything he accused me of. Cian snorts at the statement.
Beck ignores me. “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.”
I flush because he is right. “They were the acts of an impatient woman.”
Beck turns me and forces me to look him in the eyes. “Megan, I’m sorry for the way we started. I’m clinging to a life that doesn’t exist anymore.” He sighs and tugs me close again. “I love you. 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.”
I sit quietly, listening to Beck and trying not to wrap my arms around him. I want to press my lips against his and promise there isn’t a plane in existence where I won’t want him. Instead, I simply open my mind. I let my feelings flow outward.