“I am very interested in chocolate,” Meg was saying to the small goblin who served as a clerk. He was writing down the Seelie Queen’s demands. “It’s sweet and brown. You’ll find it in bars. It’s bitter in powder form. I’ll take that, too. Surely, some other plane has to have discovered chocolate.”
“I will ask around, Your Highness,” the goblin promised.
Cian reached over and took his wife’s hand. If he let her, she would stand here all day negotiating. She was a little drunk on her own power. She was getting more confident. It was wonderful for her to discover her power, but he didn’t give a shit. He wanted to discover her pussy, and he’d been sitting in a dank goblin cave for hours wondering when his hard-on was going to get relief.
“I will let my brother know you request our attendance when he returns.” Cian managed a courtly nod of his head. “I expect him to return by the end of next week. I assume you will be staying here for a while?”
The goblin chieftain staggered to his massive feet. His eyes were sleepy. “Yes, Your Highness. We will stay while there is trade to be had.”
“Well, we need to discuss a deal for you to distribute my baked goods,” Meg began with an entrepreneurial gleam in her eye. He knew that look. It would cost him another hour if he let her get started.
“And we can do that at a later date,” Cian said, hauling her bodily out of the cave. “Good day to you.”
Meg blinked in the light of day. “Hey, I wasn’t through in there.”
Cian strode forward, pulling her behind him. “Yes, you are, my lover.”
It was far past time to make her his wife in every sense of the word.
Meg looked back at the caves where the smaller goblin children were standing, looking at her longingly. They raised their little gnarled hands in sad goodbyes.
At one point, while Cian had done some manly sort of thing with the chieftain, she had found herself surrounded by the goblin children and their mothers. Meg had won them over with cookies and stories. She had rapidly discovered that all faery creatures loved stories.
The sidhe children liked heroic stories, so she had been telling them the plot line from Star Wars by the village fire at night. The goblins were a bit more blood-thirsty. She told them Nightmare on Elm Street. They didn’t get that Freddy Kruger wasn’t the hero of the piece.
“I was having fun.” She waved to the little goblins. She had to wave with the boots she was holding because Cian wouldn’t let her free hand go.
He turned to her. “Now it’s my turn. I heard a yes, Meggie. I told you, a yes changes everything.”
Meg grinned at him. “I said I intended to say yes, Ci. I didn’t actually say it.”
Cian stopped in the middle of the forest, and when he turned to her, Meg almost took a step back. The playful, flirty man she had gotten to know over the last days was gone. In his place was a man who didn’t look like he would take no for an answer.
His eyes were dark as he stared at her. “What are you saying, Meg? Think carefully before you answer, my lover. I might not be my brother, but I assure you, right now, I’m feeling a bit of his rage. If you’re telling me no, then I need to get away from you.”
Everything in her softened. She had pushed him hard over the last week. In some ways, she had made him pay for her anger with his brother. Meg stepped into his arms and let her packages fall to the forest floor.
“Yes, Cian,” she said, loving the feel of his body pressed to hers.
She had slept beside him each night, taking his comfort and holding herself apart from him. Every single night she started out telling herself she would stay away from him, and every night she ended up wrapped in his arms.
She was done with pretending. She wanted to know Cian in every way possible.
Cian acted as though his leash had been thrown away. He pulled her into the hardness of his body, pressing his swollen cock against her belly as he kissed her roughly. He rubbed against her and seemed a little out of control. The bond between them gave her his thoughts.
He needed her in a way he had never needed another human being before. It made it so easy for her to submit to what he wanted. When he thrust his fingers in her hair and held her still, she didn’t fight him. She simply went passive beneath him and waited for his command. Her heart sped up as he stared at her like a starving man looking at a meal.
“Open for me,” he growled as he took her mouth.
Meg didn’t have to ask what he wanted. He wanted everything she had. She opened her mouth, and his tongue immediately invaded. She opened her mind and was swamped with his desire. It overwhelmed her. It made her groan in response. Her hand trailed down his chest, seeking that part of him that needed relief. She stroked him through the fabric of his pants.
“Harder,” he commanded as his hands went straight for her nipples. He shoved the soft linen of her shirt aside, baring her breasts to the cool afternoon air. He looked down at her chest, his eyes eating her up. “You’re gorgeous, wife of mine. Do you have any idea how long I’ve wanted you?”
“Well, you’ve only known me for a week, Ci.”
He cupped a breast, his hand skimming her sensitive skin. He leaned in and spoke to her. “Don’t joke now, Meggie. I’ve waited my whole life for this. I might not have known your face, but I knew you. You were made for me. Everything I’ve suffered through, I did it to bring you to me.”
Tears welled in her eyes. She reached up and cupped his face. He’d gone through hell, and yet she had the distinct feeling he meant every word he said. He would go through it again if it brought them together. She suddenly realized that she would do the same. She would make all the same choices, go through the same pain if it meant standing here with this man.
“I want to be your wife, Cian Finn. I am so proud to be your wife.”
Her nipples were hard pebbles as he rolled them between his thumb and forefinger. He closed his eyes for moment as he cupped her breasts. She felt his deep satisfaction at the contact and knew he could sense how much she enjoyed it, too. He molded her breasts with one hand as he pulled her close with the other. He kissed her, his tongue singing with his need.
Meg cupped her husband’s erection. She pressed against his cock as his hips moved helplessly against her hand. He was huge, and she could already feel his pre-cum beginning to seep from the slit, wetting his trousers. “Ci, we need to get home.”
“No time,” he said. She found herself on her back looking up at the green canopy of trees. Cian towered over her. He started to work on the ties of his pants, his hands shaking slightly. His voice was perfectly clear, though. It was dark and rich and flowed over her with command. “Lift your skirts.”
Meg struggled to sit up. He couldn’t mean to do this here. They were on a well-used trail. “Ci, we’re out in the open.”
She tried to be reasonable, but it was hard. He wasn’t guarding his thoughts. He was pushing them toward her. She could see an image of what he wanted to do to her, and it was dark and nasty and so tempting she wanted to cry. It made her wet and ready for him. He wanted to lie back in the grass and grip her hips. He wanted to skewer her with his cock. He wanted to pound into her so hard her breasts bounced. She could feel her pussy start to pulse, desperate to have him inside. His need had started an ache in her, but they weren’t that far from the goblin cave. Anyone could come walking along.
“I said lift your skirts,” Cian growled. His beautiful face was slightly savage. He’d gotten his cock free, and he was his brother’s twin. Cian’s cock was huge. He stroked it as though trying to placate the monster. “I want to see my pussy. Megan, I won’t ask again. I won’t accept anything less than what you’re willing to give my brother. I’m in charge of this, and you’re going to obey. Is that understood?”