she was responding to their interest. Cian cupped the cheeks of her ass
and squeezed while Beck concentrated on her breasts. “Cian thought
it was a weed.”
“It is a weed,” his brother said, kissing her shoulder. “It tasted
terrible.”
“Only because it wasn’t cooked,” Meg said with a gasp as Beck
leaned down and licked her nipple. That little bud stood at attention as
he curled his tongue around it. “Oh, wow. You’ll like it when I’ve
baked it and put butter and salt on it. They’re everywhere. We can
feed the whole village.”
“Later, wife,” Beck commanded. He was done talking. His cock
was hard and ready to fuck. “Play the queen later. Right now, you’re
just our wife, and we have need of you.”
“Oh, yes, we do,” Cian whispered into her ear.
Beck palmed her breast and sucked the nipple deeply into his
mouth. He opened the connection between them, and he could feel the
way her body was responding. Meg’s whole body began to sing with
the triple arousal she felt. Beck was feeling it, too. He could feel her
soft, warm arousal alongside his and Cian’s raging need. Cian gently
bit her sensitive earlobe. Meg closed her eyes, and Beck felt the
minute she gave over to them.
“I love that, wife,” Beck growled as he sensed her complete
surrender. Why had he waited so long to feel this? There was nothing
perverse about Meg’s surrender or his own need to dominate her. Meg
wanted his dominance. She needed Cian’s worshipful love as well.
She needed them both. “Cian, I’d like to taste our wife.”
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Cian pulled her back into his arms. His legs hooked under hers,
spreading them wide for Beck’s perusal. Beck got on his knees as he