Yes, that was what he would do. Later. He didn’t have the patience now. He had to get inside of her.
Beck pressed his cock against her, and she moaned, a sweet little mewl that made him feel ten feet tall. Her arms went around his chest, and she let her head fall back. He fell on her. His lips devoured her soft flesh. She tasted so good. He opened the bond between them and poured his will into her. He wanted her soft and submissive underneath him, willing to fulfill his every dark and nasty desire. His hands found her breasts. They were big and soft and so responsive. He wanted to make a feast of her. She was the only food he needed.
He looked down at her. Her face, her lovely face, was filled with need. She needed him.
“They need us, son,” his father had explained that day so long ago. The words came back to haunt him now. “They are completely dependent on us. You think they don’t know it? It’s worse for you because you’ll be the king someday. Women will do anything to please you. It is your sacred duty not to take advantage of them.”
“I’m doing it again,” Beck muttered as he scrambled to get his weight off his wife. He was pinning her down against the cold, hard floor without even a blanket to warm her. His hands shook as he pushed himself up. He got off her and sat back.
“What’s wrong, Beck?” She sounded soft and vulnerable.
She didn’t just sound vulnerable, Beck told himself sternly. She was vulnerable.
“Beck?” He heard the uncertainty in her voice as he shoved his hands through his hair and desperately attempted to get himself under control.
“Everything is fine, Meg,” he managed. He took a deep breath and banished his own needs to the Hell plane. “Why don’t you go to bed? You can sleep with Cian.”
She got to her knees. The look on her face quickly turned to indignation. Her hands fisted in the fabric of the shirt she was wearing. “I don’t want to sleep with Cian. I want to sleep with my husband.”
“He is your husband,” Beck pointed out harshly. And he won’t hurt you.
“This is ridiculous.” Meg huffed as she straightened her clothes and leaned toward him. “I want you, Beck. I want all of you. I want the real you. I don’t want you to politely ask if you can make love to me. Here’s the deal—I’m giving you permission. Take me. Bend me over, turn me around, spank my ass until it’s red. As long as you fuck me afterward, I’ll be happy. I won’t break, Beck. I’ll love it. I’m a sub. I want you to take control during sex. You don’t have any trouble taking control the rest of the time. Why can’t you do it in the one place where it’s bound to please me? And speaking of the word ‘bound,’ let’s talk about tying me up.”
Beck turned. He knew his face was a mask of horror. Bound was exactly how he wanted her. He wanted her tied up for his pleasure. It would be a horrible mistake. “Absolutely not.”
She would be helpless against him if he tied her down. If her arms and legs were tied to his bed, she would have no way to fight him, to stop him when he lost control. His dick hardened again at the thought of her in the marketplace. She had been so beautiful with her arms chained above her head. He had wanted nothing more than to take her like that. He had wanted to force his dick into her pussy and then tunnel his way into her tight little ass. If they started down this path, he wouldn’t be able to stop. She had no idea what she was asking for. He had to stop this here and now.
“Meg,” he said, turning to her. “I expect you to act like a lady. I know you are not from this plane, and perhaps the men on your world have no honor, but here we treat our women with respect. We also expect them to behave in a proper fashion.”
Meg’s chin tilted upwards, and she walked straight up to him. She had to crane her neck up to look at him, but they were toe to toe. “Just what are you saying, Beck? What am I acting like?”
“You’re acting like a…” Some primitive survival instinct took over, and he shut his mouth. Women didn’t like that word.
“I think he means a whore,” Cian said helpfully from the doorway to the bedroom.
When the hell had he shown up? Beck quickly answered his own question. Cian would have felt the minute Beck started to make love to Meg. They felt strong physical reactions in the other when they were in close proximity.
“Yes,” Meg said righteously. “That’s what I figured.”
She brought her knee up. It met his still hard cock with a resounding thud.
All the air whooshed from his lungs as he went to his knees. He looked up at his wife, who didn’t seem regretful. She looked like she would do it again. “Damn it, Meg, I didn’t say it.”
“Well, everyone keeps telling me you’re one soul in two bodies,” Meg reminded him maliciously. “Your other half was happy to speak up for you.”
“I’m not happy about it now.” Cian’s eyes were wide as he cupped himself.
Beck was satisfied that, at the very least, Cian had gotten a bit of that pain. He had pushed it outward, and his twin had caught the edge. “That’s what you get, you nosy bastard. You had to open your damn mouth.”
Beck managed to stand up straight, trying to ignore the pulsing pain in his cock.
Meg rolled her eyes. “I don’t see what the problem is. It’s not like you were planning on using it, not for anything interesting, anyway.”
A flush of rage rushed over him, washing the pain away. He took his wife’s chin in his hand and forced her to meet his eyes. “You’re pushing it, little girl.”
Her gaze was steady and strong. There wasn’t a hint of fear in those eyes. “Yes, I am, and I’m going to keep pushing until I get what I want. I am not a child, Beck. I’m a woman, and I know what I want.”
Beck had to turn away. It was too tempting to see if she really meant it. He stalked toward the front door. “I’m sleeping in the barn.”
The door slammed behind him, and he wondered if he would survive his marriage.
“Bastard,” Meg swore as her coward of a husband left the house.
Her hands clenched and unclenched as she tried to deal with the anger she felt. He was treating her like an idiot who didn’t know what she wanted. She had felt his need. It rolled off him. He wanted to dominate her, and she wanted it, too. Why couldn’t he trust her? Why couldn’t he trust himself?
“I don’t think you’re a whore,” Cian said quietly.
Meg turned and remembered she was alone with her slightly insane second husband. Her brain hurt. She said the only thing she could think to say. “Thanks.”
Cian’s face was sweet. It was hard for Meg to believe people got him confused with Beck. “Beck’s always had a stick up his ass when it comes to sex. You’ll have to forgive him. Please don’t kick him in the balls again. It hurts me, too.”
Meg flushed. She hadn’t realized it would affect Cian, too. She had just been enraged. “I’m sorry.”
He shrugged his broad shoulders. “It’s all right. He deserved it. We should go to bed. Will you come with me? I was cold in there all alone.”
Meg hesitated.
“I promise I won’t tie you up until you ask me,” he said with an innocent look that made her laugh.
She took his hand. Cian was right. It was a chilly night. It would serve Beck right if she stayed warm while he slept with the chickens.
Cian looked down at her. “I’m Cian. What’s your name?”
Meg walked straight into the bedroom, pulled a pillow to her face, and screamed.
Deep in the night, Liadan watched as Beck strode across the yard and slammed the door to the barn. She smiled. It looked like there was trouble in paradise already. She wasn’t surprised. The girl was human. The woman Beck had married might have everything necessary to be a bondmate, but she hadn’t been trained.