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“And a potato,” she announces with delight. It makes herbreasts jiggle, and I can feel Cian’s interest surge. It’s not unlike my own.Now that the bridge is open, I can feel Cian’s emotions clearly.

“What is a potato?” I ask as I trace her pretty pink nippleswith my fingertip. I bonded with her on a base level. I can feel her hum withhappiness. It soothes and eases me. It also makes me horny as hell. She’s soclose. Her skin is warm against my hand, and her emotions are open and flowingaround me like a blanket, hugging me tight.

My wife loves me. My wife wants and trusts me. She’s mine onevery level.

“Do you have any idea how silly you sound with that accentasking me what a potato is?” She shakes her head and unconsciously movesagainst my body. She may not realize it, but she’s responding to our interest.Cian cups the cheeks of her ass and squeezes while I concentrate on herbreasts. “Cian thought it was a weed.”

“It is a weed,” my brother says, kissing her shoulder. “Ittastes terrible.”

“Only because it wasn’t cooked,” Meg says with a gasp as Ilean down and lick her nipple. That bud stands at attention as I curl my tonguearound it. “Oh, wow. You’ll like it when I’ve baked it and put butter and salton it. They’re everywhere. We can feed the whole village.”

“Later, wife,” I command. I’m done talking. My cock is hardand ready to fuck. “Play the queen later. Right now, you’re our wife, and wehave need of you.”

“Oh, yes, we do,” Cian whispers into her ear.

I palm her breast and suck the nipple deeply into my mouth.I open the connection between us, and I can feel the way her body isresponding. Her whole body begins to sing with the triple arousal she feels. Ifeel it, too. I can sense her soft, warm arousal alongside mine and Cian’sraging need. Cian gently bites her sensitive earlobe. She closes her eyes, andI feel the minute she gives over to us.

“I love that, wife,” I growl as I sense her completesurrender. Why did I wait so long to experience this? There’s nothing perverseabout her surrender or my own need to dominate her. Meg craves my dominance.She wants Cian’s worshipful love as well. She needs them both. “Cian, I’d liketo taste our wife.”

Cian pulls her back into his arms. His legs hook under hers,spreading them wide for my perusal. I get on my knees as I tug my shirt off andtoss it aside. I stare at her for a moment, but that self-consciousness thatalways seems to hold her back has fallen away, and I’m left with a woman who’sconfident in her own beauty. She’s gorgeous, her pussy a ripe, pink jewel. Herclit pouts out of its hood, tempting me. Cian plays with her breasts, and shemoves restlessly beneath his hands.

I trace the outline of her pussy with my forefinger. She’sgetting wet. Her folds are getting slick with a pearly cream. She attempts tomove against me, seemingly trying to get my fingers inside, but Cian holds hertight. I let my fingers follow the seam of her pussy down to right above herasshole. Oh, that is a pretty sight. “Ci, have you fucked that littleass of hers yet?”

Cian chuckles behind her. He licks and nips at her neck.“No, but I’ve played with it enough. I’ve stretched her. She’s ready.”

Meg tenses, but then she relaxes back against Cian’s skin.It will be all right. She will trust us. She is ours, and we will always takecare of her.

I lean over and settle myself onto the mattress, belly down.I shove my nose in her pussy and breathe her in like I would smell a flower.

“I love your scent, wife,” I growl before I swipe my tongueacross the swollen folds of her pussy. They pout and beckon to me.

She cries out. I can feel the pleasure she takes. It feelsso good. Her flesh is engorged and throbbing. Cian’s arms and legs are manaclesholding her down for my pleasure. It’s everything she could have wanted, andI’m happy to give it to her. I settle in, ready to give my wife everything shedesires.

ChapterThirty-Seven

Meg

I sigh as Beck works between my legs. I can’t imagineanything hotter and cry out as he kisses my pussy.

“Hush,” Cian orders. “Look up.”

I do as he asks, turning my head so I can see him. Ciantakes my mouth with his. His tongue delves deeply, tangling with mine. Hethrusts his tongue into my mouth in perfect rhythm with Beck’s in my pussy.Beck licks and thrusts his tongue in as far as he can go. He spreads my labiaso he leaves no piece of me untasted. Cian curls his tongue around mine as hepalms my breasts. I’m utterly surrounded by them. Finally, when I think I cantake no more, he gently pulls back the hood of my clit.

“This little pearl is throbbing,” Beck says with a satisfiedchuckle. “It’s begging for attention. Should I give it some, Ci?”

“You should make our little wife fly,” Cian answers. “Makeher come, so we can fuck her hard and she won’t care.”

Beck laughs and goes back to his work. He sucks the beadinto his mouth, and I come with a cry, every nerve in my body bursting to life.I push my orgasm out so the twins can share in it. I feel the swell of Ci’scock at my lower back. I struggle to breathe through the pleasure that rollsover my body, but finally let myself fall back against Cian.

Beck practically rips off his pants as he shoves my kneeseven further apart. He pushes his enormous erection into me with one thrust.Cian hisses in discomfort and slides out from under me. Beck begins thrustingaway as Cian removes his clothes. He tosses them aside and strokes his cock ashe watches.

I let my hands find Beck’s backside as I come out of mylanguor, ready for more. Beck’s need rides me every bit as hard as his bodydoes. It’s a shock when he pulls out and goes onto his knees.

“Ci, you take her pussy,” Beck orders, pulling me up onto myown knees. Cian happily lays down on his back, and I manage to straddle him. Hethrusts up into my soaking slit before I can think to seat myself.

I groan at the sensation. He goes so deep in this position.It’s Cian’s favorite. He loves for me to ride him. I start to lose myself inCian’s passion when Beck pushes me forward gently. Cian puts his hands on myhips to hold me still. I can feel the excitement vibrating off him. Cian wantsthis.

“Don’t tense up, Meggie,” Beck says quietly, but with hiseternal air of authority. “I’ll be gentle.”