Meg left her own seat and slipped to her knees beside him. She laid her head on his lap, and Beck felt his cock respond. It lengthened to painful proportions. He would go slowly with her tonight, he promised himself. The need to make love to her was riding him hard, but he forced himself to relax. It felt like forever, but he’d taken her twice the day before. He needed to show her he wasn’t an animal who would fall on her at every given opportunity, even if that was what he felt like doing. He was her husband. She had been gracious and gentle with Cian, and he owed her nothing less.
Beck let his head fall back against the wood of the rocking chair. It had been a rough day. Between the kelpie in the morning and the painful conversation he’d had with Liadan this afternoon, he was spent. He hadn’t wanted to hurt the widow, but he needed to make it plain he wouldn’t see her any more. Liadan had taken the news of his marriage with tears, but she had been a lady about it. She had promised to help Meg fit in.
“He seemed better at dinner,” Meg murmured.
She practically purred when he stroked her hair. She was so sweet and responsive. Beck wondered if her pussy was purring yet. His cock began throbbing. The simple fact that she was so close made him long to shove her down and thrust into her soft, welcoming body.
“Your presence makes a huge difference.” Beck let his fingers play with the nape of her neck. “I felt it the minute I met you. Even before we bonded, I was calmer, more centered.”
Meg looked up at him, her pretty eyes wide. “I have to sleep with him to form the bond?”
“No.” Beck sensed her hesitation. It worried him. Growing up on the human plane probably hadn’t prepared her for the reality of taking on two husbands. “Cian can form the bond without intercourse. I could have, too. I just lost my head. I pushed you.”
“Don’t apologize again, please,” she said with a sigh. “I have fond memories of that arena, even if you don’t.” Beck wasn’t sure what to make of that, but she continued without explaining herself. “I’m just not sure what I think of sleeping with two men, even if they do look a lot alike.”
Beck snorted. “We’re identical, Meggie. Our own mother had trouble telling us apart until we opened our mouths.”
Her cute little nose wrinkled. “I guess you look that way at first, but I can tell.” She got up and eased herself into his lap. Her hands framed his face. “You have a small scar right here.” She leaned over and feathered a kiss above his left eye. “And your mouth,” she said as she lightly kissed his lips, “is a little bit wider than Cian’s.”
“Is it now?” Beck asked as his heart started to pound. His blood worked its way from his brain down to his cock. Her lips were petal-soft against his. Everything about his Meggie was soft and sweet. Goddess, how had he come to need her so much in so short a time?
Meg nodded. “Cian’s hair is slightly longer than yours, and his eyes are a shade darker.”
“I don’t think anyone has ever noticed that.” Beck tried to stay focused on what she was saying. It was hard because she was wearing one of his old shirts as a night gown, and he could see the swell of her breasts. If she moved just a little to the right, he might be able to see her nipple. He loved that she was wearing something of his. It marked her as his wife, his lover.
Her face was bunched up in a distressed frown. “You’re different people, Beck. You’re brothers. Where I come from, one woman doesn’t sleep with two brothers. It’s considered cheating, and most men wouldn’t put up with it.”
It was Beck’s turn to frown. How could he make her understand? “But we’re not different. There might be minor differences in our appearance, but we’re symbiotic twins. We share a soul, Meggie. He’s the other half of me. You need to understand that we’re married, and that means you’re married to Cian, too. I won’t push you into bed with him. He would never force you, but if you can’t accept him, it’s going to be hard on us. We would never cheat on you. Cian will never take another woman as long as he’s married to you.”
“I just need a little time. I’ll do whatever it takes to get Cian healthy.” She wiggled in his lap, seemingly trying to find a comfortable position, but every wriggle of her sexy hips went straight to his engorged cock. “I also would like to explore our relationship a little. Where I come from, newly married couples take this vacation together. It’s called a honeymoon. The new couple gets away from everything and relaxes and spends a whole lot of time together. They really get to know each other.”
His hand closed over her hip. He wondered how to gently maneuver her to the floor. He could take her in front of the fireplace so she would stay warm. He would keep the blankets around her, and this time he would be in control of his baser instincts. He would very gently make love to her.
“Sweetheart,” Beck said soothingly, “I think that’s a brilliant idea. I would like very much to know what pleases you.”
“I like it when you kiss me,” she suggested.
That he could do, Beck decided with a satisfied sigh. He pulled Meg close and nudged her face up to his. “Give me your lips, a chumann.”
She obediently tilted her head up. He would have Cian teach her Gaelic. Though almost everyone now spoke the vampires’ language, Beck enjoyed the old ways. He wanted to tell her he loved her in his own tongue. He wanted her to know she was his darling.
She was sweet in his arms. She clung to him and allowed him to take control of the kiss. It should have made it easier for Beck, but every time he felt her soften, his need rose like a wildfire. He meant for the kiss to be gentle, a promise of the way their lovemaking would go this evening. She was so soft under him that his dominant instincts shoved their way past his defenses.
She is mine.
He had fought for her, offered his blood to possess her. His hands tightened on her arms. He deepened the kiss, his tongue forcefully showing her what he wanted to do with his cock. He thrust into her mouth, sliding his tongue against and over hers. She didn’t fight him. She surrendered and wound her arms around his body. She told him with little sighs and moans that she was his and happy to be so.
He would protect her, defend her, make sure she was happy. What was so wrong with what he needed? Beck’s hands wound in her hair to hold her in place. He liked holding her down. He wanted to tie her down so she was utterly helpless and at his mercy. He would show her none. He would make her come under his body until she begged, and then he would make her come some more. She would be utterly his when he was done with her. She would never know that she held all the power, that he would do anything to make her happy.
Beck forced her off his lap and onto her knees. Meg looked up at him, her lips red and swollen from his kisses. Her eyes were so trusting and open. He wanted to eat her up right then and there, so he pushed her to the hard floor and was on top of her before she could breathe. He pressed his rock-hard dick against her pussy, but his clothes were in the way. Stupid clothes. He wanted to slow down. He wanted to tell her to undress him. She would sweetly remove his clothes and then her own. He could sit back down in the chair and command her to take his cock to that soft place in the back of her throat. He would hold her head and fuck her throat. She would drink him down, not missing a drop.