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I feel the coolness of the oil Cian keeps by the bed. It’s aclear color, and it warms as Beck works it into my flesh. He takes his timemassaging the oil into the rosebud of my ass.

“You’re so fucking gorgeous, wife,” he murmurs while he rimsmy asshole and starts to make forays inside.

He goes slowly, methodically preparing me. I groan at thesensation, but Cian distracts me by pulling me close for a long kiss. Cianfloods me with his desire. I feel the restraint he uses to hold himself stillinside me. It wars with his anticipation of the act. Cian wants the three of ustogether. He wants his other half sharing in the pleasure of their wife.

I sense Beck’s desire, too. The connection is stronger thanever. I might not know his every thought, but he can’t hide from me when we’relike this. For Beck, this act is his ultimate domination. His whole body humswith anticipation. Making love in this manner is an act of complete submission,and I’m giving it to him. I’m excited and overwhelmed with his emotion all atonce. Then Beck isn’t thinking about anything except how tight I am.

“Relax, Meg,” he says breathlessly. He pulls the cheeks ofmy ass apart. I moan as the broad head of his cock starts to breach the rosetteof my ass. He’s so big, even with the oil to work as a lubricant. “Push backagainst me. Ci, help her.”

Cian gently pushes against my hips as he holds me on hiscock. I take a deep breath and ease my backside toward Beck. It hurts, but notso much I’m willing to take this from him. I can endure it. I will endure it.

“I know it burns, love,” he says. He sounds like he’sgritting his teeth. “I feel it, too. I’ll stop if it gets to be too much.”

“No.” An idea suddenly hits me. “Overwhelm me. Let me feelwhat you feel.”

In an instant, I gasp. It’s so fucking tight. It’s hot andridiculously tight. It doesn’t feel like a pussy. Even the heat is different.No wonder they both want this. Beck is being careful as he tunnels his way intomy ass, but he nearly comes undone when he feels Cian deep inside me. It’s sointimate. We’re all so close. Both halves of the man work together to bring mepleasure and take their own, to meld themselves into one.

“Oh, that’s unbelievable.” I have to force myself tobreathe. They can feel each other. Beck works his way in. I feel the tightnessof his balls as they bob against the cheeks of my ass. He slides all the wayin. He rests his hardness against Cian’s, only a tiny, soft bit of fleshbetween them.

“Oh, fuck.” Cian laughs joyously. “You’re so tight.”

I’m so full. I’m full of them, and the connection comescompletely open. Feelings and emotions, sensations and moods, they’re all open.They bridge through me, but the brothers can feel each other. It’s so much morethan simply sensing each other’s moods.

They can access each other’s strengths. Beck will always bethe warrior, but through me, he can access the softer side of himself that iscontained in Cian. Cian will always be the funny, sweet one, but Beck will givehim strength and confidence. They’re finally complete.

As they begin to move, I find myself utterly caught betweenthem. They set a rugged pace. Cian thrusts in, and Beck retreats. Beck tunnelsin, and Cian pulls out. Every second is a new sensation. All the way I’movercome with their pleasure. The hot, tight clasp of my body is a revelationfor them. The dual sensations of constant thrust and retreat light up everynerve of my body. I push and pull, but there’s no escaping the mountingpleasure. It rolls over my body and soul.

Beck comes first. My ass is too tight for him to last long.He groans as he grinds himself into me. My ass is flooded with him. He bucksand fights to give me every ounce. The minute Beck comes, Cian follows. His bighands pull me tight against him. He swells as he shoots straight toward mywomb. I cry and fight to prolong the feeling. It starts in my pussy, butrapidly moves along my skin until my entire body hums with red-hot sensation. Ishake as I fall forward into Ci’s arms.

Beck falls to my side and rolls my body between theirs. Ibreathe deeply as he pulls me close and covers us with a quilt. Even as my eyesclose, I know something important has happened between the three of us.

“I love you, wife,” Beck whispers in my ear.

Cian presses his head to my heart. “Forever,” he promises.

ChapterThirty-Eight

Meg

I wake to the magnificent feeling of Beck gentlyrubbing my clitoris. I’m wrapped in his arms, his lips moving over my neck andshoulders, and the world feels soft and warm. It’s not long before I’m on myback and he’s pushing his way into my body. This is how I want every morning tostart.

“Good morning, wife,” Beck says as he moves his hips andworks his way in.

“Good morning.” I’m practically purring.

I hook my legs around Beck’s waist as he begins to thrust inearnest. He buries his face in my neck. I’m happy he didn’t go back to beingthat polite lover this morning. There was a small part of me that feared hewould retreat again, and I know I couldn’t handle it. The night before waseverything I could have hoped for. I can handle fighting him for control everyinch of the way. I really can. I kind of relish the thought, but I would ratherdie than have Beck treat me the way he did before. Now that I’ve really tastedhis passion and understand all that can exist between the three of us, I know Ican never go back.

I’m not really close when Beck starts to come. It doesn’tmatter. Beck opens the bridge between us, and I nearly weep at the pleasure hetakes. It feels so good to experience what he feels. He loves to fuck me, andit’s far more than simple sensation. He loves me. Everything about me. It comesacross in the emotion he pushes my way. I’m his, and he’s a better man for it.

Beck’s whole body tenses. His balls draw up almostpainfully, but he welcomes the sensation.

I give over and, for a few seconds, almost become Beck. Histhoughts and emotions flow over me as though I’m the one having them. Beckloves that I’m so warm and tight. He draws out only to shove his way back in.I’m his, his to protect, to love, to fill. He’s sure now that I won’t fight hisclaim. That fact gives him great peace. Beck is smiling as he presses deep onelast time and shares his orgasm with me.

Somewhere in all his caveman possessiveness is anothertruth.

He is mine. He will never fight my claim on him. He willhonor the love between us.

I feel his deep contentment as he crushes me into themattress. It takes a moment before he has the energy to roll off me, but eventhen, he gathers me close.