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  jiggle on his cock. “I love watching you dance on my dick. I love

  hearing you scream for me even more.”

  His hand came forward, and he stroked her throbbing clitoris.

  Meg gasped as her womb clenched with pleasure.

  “Send it out, Meg,” Cian commanded.

  Meg nodded as she started to come, and she pushed the sensation

  outward. Waves of satisfaction rolled across her skin and out of her

  mind to her lovers. Meg cried out at her peak. She watched Beck. He

  hissed as his cock started weeping again.

  Cian growled as she started to go limp above him. He flipped her

  over and rearranged her limbs. She was languid with satisfaction as

  Cian propped her ankles on his shoulders and shoved his cock back

  inside.

  “I want my own,” he explained. “I shielded from you because I’m

  not done yet. You’re not getting off that easy.”

  He drove into her soft body, bending her over to drive in all the

  way to his balls.

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  Meg would have complained that she was too sore for such rough

  use, but she felt Cian’s joy in his possession.

  “Fuck, Ci,” Beck swore. He was stroking himself in short, tight

  strokes. “Finish her. I can’t take much more.”

  Cian drove into her, pounding away at her pussy. Meg was

  helpless to do anything but feel his pleasure. Her hands sought

  something to hold on to, and suddenly Beck was there. He lay down

  on the floor beside her and kissed her forehead, cheeks, and lips. His

  tongue tangled with hers as Cian thrust deeply into her. Beck’s hands

  found her nipples, pinching them gently.

  “These are ours,” he said, his stormy gray eyes holding hers. “Say

  it.”

  “They’re yours,” Meg replied, because it was nothing less than the

  truth. She belonged to them. “Yours and Ci’s.”

  Beck looked entirely pleased with her declaration. He got to his

  knees over her and spread her top so her breasts were completely

  open to him. He stroked his cock, and Meg could tell he was close to

  coming once more.

  “You belong to us, wife,” Beck claimed as his thumb rubbed

  across the engorged head of his cock. “Inside and out.”

  Cian cursed as his head fell forward, and he stiffened. He held

  himself inside her, pouring his cum deep into her soft body. Beck

  came in the same instant as his brother in a long arc flowing straight

  on her chest, marking her in a primitive way. He pumped his cum

  between her breasts as Cian filled her pussy. Meg wept as their dual

  pleasure flooded her senses.

  Cian fell to her other side with a happy laugh. He kissed her

  thoroughly while Beck rubbed his seed on her skin.

  “I knew you were a pervert.” Meg chuckled. She purred under his

  hands.

  He brought his cream-coated fingers to her lips. “You have no

  idea, wife. Open and taste.”

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  Meg complied with a smile. She had created a monster, but he

  was her monster. And what a sexy monster he was.

  * * * *

  Twenty minutes later, Meg settled against Beck’s chest in the

  soaking tub Susan Dellacourt had sent as a wedding gift. It was huge

  and had to be kept behind the barn. Meg had to explain to the brothers

  that it was called a hot tub on her plane, and they were usually kept

  outside.

  Of course, hot tubs in her world didn’t have small computers

  inside that automatically pulled and purified water from the nearest

  source and kept the water at a perfect temperature without the aid of

  electricity. It didn’t matter, she thought happily as Beck’s arms

  wound around her. It worked, and it was big enough for three. Cian

  sat across from her. His toes played with hers.

  “I told you she was perfect,” Cian said on a sigh as he let his head

  fall back.

  “Not quite perfect,” Beck replied. “She seems to think she gets to

  call the shots.”

  “What?” Meg’s question came out as a strangled shriek. She

  strained to turn her head around so she could see him. He held her

  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 asked. He nipped gently at her ear.

  “Poor Meg. We big strong men have just held you down and forced

  you to do our will.”

  “Well, I liked that part,” Meg admitted.

  “I could tell,” Beck chuckled. “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

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  every given opportunity. You attempted to manipulate me into things

  I wasn’t comfortable with.”

  “I did not,” Meg said. There wasn’t a whole lot of enthusiasm in

  her defense. She’d pretty much done just that. Cian snorted at the

  statement.

  Beck ignored her. “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.”

  Meg flushed because he was right. “They were the acts of an

  impatient woman.”

  Beck turned her and forced her to look him the eyes. “Megan, I’m

  sorry for the way we started. I’m clinging to a life that doesn’t exist

  anymore.” He sighed and tugged her close. “I love you, Meg. 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.”

  Meg sat quietly, listening to Beck and trying not to wrap her arms

  around him. She wanted to press her lips against his and promise there

  wasn’t a plane in existence where she wouldn’t want him. Instead, she

  simply opened her mind. She let her feelings flow outward.

  Beck sighed, and she knew he’d received the message. Cian came

  around the other side. He leaned over to kiss her hair.

  “Beck is afraid of what I’ll think, too, lover,” Cian explained.

  “Once we bond properly, our connection will be complete. He doesn’t

  want me to know what happened the night our parents died. I’m not

  stupid, brother. I know something happened. I also know whatever

  you did, I’ll back you on it.”

  “I hope so. I hope, when the time comes, you’ll understand. In the

  meantime, we need to discuss this marriage of ours.” Beck’s eyes

  were dark as he looked her over. “I don’t know if you realize what

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  you’re getting into, love. I won’t always look to your pleasure. You’re

  mine, Meg. Sometimes, I’ll just use you because I own you.”

  Cian’s hands ran down her shoulders. “That’s why I’m here,

  brother. I’ll
take care of her.”

  Meg leaned back and let Cian press his lips to hers. He was the

  soft touch. Though he’d been trying to be what she needed, he

  couldn’t really work up the will to truly dominate her. He’d rather

  worship her and coddle her. He was the soft side of the man.

  Beck pulled her attention back to him. He was the rough side. He

  was the dominant side that took what he wanted. It said something

  about the man that even his dominant half would never hurt her. He

  was hard and possessive, and they would all be so much happier now

  that he’d stopped fighting his true nature.

  “I want a yes, Meg,” Beck said quietly. “I want a yes, but before

  you say it, know that you can’t take it back. Once you say yes, I won’t

  ever let you go. You’ll fight me every day for control. I’ll try my

  damndest to make decisions for you. I can’t help what I am. Cian will

  balance me by being the biggest pussy on the plane when it comes to

  you.”

  Cian grinned. “I have no shame about that.”

  Meg’s heart swelled with love for them. It was hard because they

  were really one person in two bodies, their personalities stronger for

  it. Beck had to struggle with his own instincts because all the pieces

  that would balance him were in Cian. Cian felt weak and often

  unappreciated because the arrogance was mostly housed in Beck. She

  could help them once they bonded fully. They needed her.

  “Yes, Beck,” she said without hesitation. “Though I think you’ll

  find me more difficult to deal with than you imagine. But, I promise

  when we’re intimate, I will be your perfect little slave.”

  A happy little smile curled around his sensual mouth. “I’ll try to

  take more, wife. I’m a bloody selfish bastard.”

  Meg leaned forward. “You’re welcome to try, husband.”

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  He kissed her roughly. “I promise I will. Now, you have a duty to

  us, wife. You will wash your husbands’ hair, and then we’ll join the

  villagers. I assume there’s a party. When I’m away, Ci always throws

  a party.”

  Cian was already getting his hair wet. “The ale is already flowing

  freely, brother.”

  Beck shook his head. “We’ll partake, then. I want the villagers to

  see how happy our bride has made us. Then, later tonight, we bond.

  All three of us.”

  Meg caught his strong jaw in her hands. “It’s going to be fine,

  Beck. I love you. Ci loves you. Nothing is going to change that.”

  “Nothing,” Cian promised.

  Beck allowed Meg to start soaping his hair. She could see he

  hoped Cian’s words would prove true.

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  Chapter Eighteen

  “They look so perfect together,” the girl sighed to her friend. She

  couldn’t be more than sixteen, with soft skin and shiny hair. Her eyes

  were wide and clear, and her mouth was a perfect bow on her heart-

  shaped face.

  Liadan hated her.

  She hated her and all the little twits like her. They took their youth

  and beauty for granted. They wasted those perfect years. They didn’t

  deserve their fine porcelain skin or firm bodies. If they understood an

  ounce of what she had to go through for a fraction of their youthful

  glow, they would be staggered by her strength.

  “Bri, you’re such a romantic. My mum feels sorry for the queen,”

  the girl’s equally young friend said.

  The golden-haired girl named Bri looked offended. She was

  obviously a fan of the twins. The girls sat at the edge of a crowd that

  gathered near a huge bonfire. There was much entertainment at this

  celebration, but Bri kept watching the kings and their queen. Beckett

  Finn had returned, and the villagers were effusive in welcoming their

  warrior king back.

  “How can anyone feel sorry for Queen Meg? She has two

  gorgeous, strong husbands,” Bri argued.

  The brown-haired friend shook her head. “My mum says that the

  queen must be sore all the time. I don’t know why. Do you think they

  make her work the fields with them?”

  Liadan stifled a laugh. She was pretty sure the girl’s mum was

  right. Now that Beckett Finn had given in to his bride’s charms, she

  was certain little Meg had her fill of men jumping on top of her. Beck

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  had been polite and careful with Liadan physically, but he was a big

  man, and he could last forever. She felt his possession for days after

  that first time with him. She couldn’t imagine having to sexually

  satisfy both of them.

  Queen Meg sat in one of the brother’s laps. Liadan thought it was

  Beck from the arrogant way he held himself. His strong arm was

  firmly, possessively around the woman’s waist. He adjusted her, and

  Liadan could see he was pulling her firmly into his groin to hide his

  erection. Cian leaned over with a knowing smile and whispered

  something to his wife. She laughed with far too much enthusiasm for

  a royal lady and kissed Cian full on the lips. Liadan shook her head in

  disgust. The human comported herself with all the subtlety of a tavern

  whore.

  “The queen doesn’t work the fields,” Bri said smugly. “That is

  King Cian’s duty. He’s the Green Man.”

  Liadan felt her face lose its mask of cool indifference for a

  moment. They couldn’t be taking the old myths seriously. She closed

  her eyes and called on her inner calm. She needed to be practically

  invisible tonight. She moved back into the shadows.

  If these idiots began to believe the twins had gained true triad

  powers, Torin was in trouble. The Fae had not seen a true triad for a

  thousand years. The last set of symbiotic twins to bond with a strong

  enough mate had taken over Tir na nÒg, and their line had ruled for

  hundreds of years. Liadan didn’t believe for an instant that Cian was a

  Green Man or that Beck had incredible reserves of strength. They

  were just men, but the idea that they were something greater could

  cause just as much trouble as it actually being true.

  The political ramifications alone were awful. If the vampires

  became involved, Torin would have a fight on his hand. He was

  already forced to deal with a rebellion every few months. If word got

  back to the home plane that the twins were alive and had ascended to

  virtual godhood, there would be no stopping the citizens.

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  They would come for Torin, and his army of mercenaries

  wouldn’t be able to stop them. To keep Torin on the throne, the twins

  must die. The first thing she needed to do was get rid of the bitch in

  Beck’s arms. It was the simplest way. Cian would fade quickly if his

  beloved left him. Megan Finn needed to leave her husbands. Liadan

  had only found one way to make that happen.

  She needed to place a call to a very specific deliveryman.

  Unfortunately, she couldn’t send a note and ask him to call upon her.

  She needed something to tempt him. Liadan decided little Bri would

  work perfectly well. There was no way th
e little idiot wasn’t a virgin.

  Demons highly prized virginity for some insane reason.

  There was a purring sound at her feet, and Liadan sighed in

  delight. Ain always knew when she was needed. Liadan reached over

  and picked up the solid black cat. She held the familiar to her breast,

  enjoying the purring sensation along her skin. Ain had been with her

  since she was a child. She had always been a strong presence,

  reminding Liadan of her unique talents in a world of mundane idiots.

  The cat’s huge eyes glowed in the dim light.

  “You know who I want?”

  The cat licked her lips and purred contentedly. She knew what to

  do. Liadan winked at her familiar and placed her back on the ground.

  “Bring her to me.” She didn’t need to add the admonition to be

  careful. Ain was always careful. She would work her magic and lead

  little Bri to the proper place at the proper time. No one would suspect

  that Liadan had anything to do with it.

  If asked later, a few of the villagers would remember that she had

  been at the festivities all night long. She had been sweet and friendly,

  but a little sad. They would shake their heads and feel sorry for the

  woman who had lost her husband to an accident and her lover to the

  Queen.

  She hated their pity, but it was a useful thing.

  Liadan withdrew to the woods as Ain curled herself around Bri’s

  ankles. It wouldn’t be long, and Liadan had to be ready.

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  * * * *

  Meg followed Beck into the bedroom. He moved slowly and

  deliberately, but Meg knew it had nothing to do with the ale he had

  imbibed and everything to do with the act he was determined to

  perform.

  “Beck,” she said quietly, tugging on his hand. “We can wait, if

  you want. I’m happy with what we have. I don’t have to do the whole

  visual tour of your life if it makes you uncomfortable.”

  Beck’s gray eyes were very serious as he looked down at her. “I

  would be seeing into your soul, too, wife. Do you only want to share

  yourself with Cian?”

  Meg rolled her eyes. “Now you’re being deliberately obtuse. I