“Hey,” Cian said, tossing his big body on the bed.
“Though I do love him passionately,” Meg allowed.
“That’s better,” Cian said, patting the mattress beside him. “Stop
worrying about Beck, lover. He’s nervous because he knows my half
of our soul is so much prettier than his.”
“I remember our teen years, brother,” Beck snorted. “I’m sure our
poor wife was assaulted by the sheer number of your sexual
encounters.”
“It was an education,” Meg allowed with a grin.
“I was a curious lad,” Cian admitted.
“You were a pervert,” Beck shot back, but Cian’s mocking had
done its job. Beck seemed more relaxed.
Cian sat up on the bed. He crossed his legs. Beck took the
opposite position. They were near-perfect twins, and she was going to
be in the middle. She started to climb onto the bed.
“What do you think you’re doing?” Beck’s eyebrows arched in
arrogant surprise.
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“What Cian told me to do,” Meg replied. “He said I had to sit in
the middle with my legs around your waist, since you’re the one I’m
bonding with. I’ll be in the circle, touching you both so it flows from
you to me to him.”
Cian had explained how the formation of a permanent bridge
between the three would work. She would fully bond with Beck, and
then Cian would open the connection between them. Once both
brothers were connected to Meg, they would be able to tap into each
other. She was the intersection that connected their roads.
“All that’s fine, wife, but I wanted to know what you’re doing
wearing clothes when we’re alone in our bedroom.”