Total pages in book: 130
Estimated words: 121008 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 605(@200wpm)___ 484(@250wpm)___ 403(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 121008 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 605(@200wpm)___ 484(@250wpm)___ 403(@300wpm)
“I love you, Megan,” I rasp in her ear. I pull her tight against my chest. I love the warmth of her skin. I love the trust she places in me. It eases my soul. I glance over her shoulder and see my brother. Cian has gone pale. He sits back against the headboard. Meg might have accepted me wholeheartedly, but Cian seems to be having trouble. Perhaps I’m not free and clear. “Ci? Whatever you want to say to me, just say it. It isn’t anything I haven’t thought about myself.”
Meg looks back toward Cian and reaches her hand out to bring him into the circle. I worry he’ll refuse, but after a moment’s hesitation he threads his fingers through Meg’s.
“You didn’t kill Torin because you had to save me,” Cian says quietly. “He was right there. It wouldn’t have taken long.”
“If I’d taken even a moment, the secondary front would have been on me,” I try to explain. I knew Cian would be upset I let our parents’ and sister’s killer live when I could have slain him. “I would have been too late to save you. It was selfish.”
“No, it wasn’t,” Meg disagrees.
“By saving Cian, I saved myself,” I explain simply.
“No, brother,” Cian says, emotion thick in his voice. “I don’t believe it. I was there, just as Meg was. You didn’t want to lose my part of our soul. You value the person I am. Goddess, Beck, I never knew how bloody hard it is to be you.”
“You valued Ci over your father, revenge, and your own nature,” Meg explains. “And don’t think you missed out on saving the kingdom because you chose Cian. If you had lost him, the kingdom would have been in danger from you. I felt that, too. Don’t expect us to turn away from you for making that choice.”
“I always trusted you, Beck,” Cian vows. He pushes his chest against our wife’s back. “Nothing I felt tonight changes that. It just makes me proud to be your brother.” He stares at me for a moment, his expression serious. “You don’t want to go back, do you?”
I swallow once, and then again. Of all the things it’s hard to admit, this is the hardest. “I don’t want to be king. I never wanted to be king. I want to be your brother and Meg’s husband and father to our children, but I’m not sure that’s possible. There’s a whole plane out there that will pressure us to go back and fulfill our destiny.”
“Then we’ll have to make our own destiny, won’t we, brother?” Cian returns. “Whatever comes, the three of us are in it together.”
“We’ll be beside you, no matter what.” Meg’s eyes are solemn and filled with promise as she makes the vow.
“Yes, whatever happens, Meg will make cookies for the occasion,” Cian swears with a long laugh.
It breaks the tension, and I breathe easy for the first time in what feels like forever. I take a deep breath and find myself happy to be Beckett Finn for once in my life.
“I’ll have to try one tomorrow, wife.” I know there’s an incredibly foolish smile on my face, but I enjoy playing her fool.
“And a potato,” she announces with delight. It makes her breasts 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 nipples with my fingertip. I bonded with her on a base level. I can feel her hum with happiness. It soothes and eases me. It also makes me horny as hell. She’s so close. Her skin is warm against my hand, and her emotions are open and flowing around me like a blanket, hugging me tight.
My wife loves me. My wife wants and trusts me. She’s mine on every level.
“Do you have any idea how silly you sound with that accent asking me what a potato is?” She shakes her head and unconsciously moves against 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 her breasts. “Cian thought it was a weed.”
“It is a weed,” my brother says, kissing her shoulder. “It tastes terrible.”
“Only because it wasn’t cooked,” Meg says with a gasp as I lean down and lick her nipple. That bud stands at attention as I curl my tongue around it. “Oh, wow. You’ll like it when I’ve baked it and put butter and salt on it. They’re everywhere. We can feed the whole village.”
“Later, wife,” I command. I’m done talking. My cock is hard and ready to fuck. “Play the queen later. Right now, you’re our wife, and we have need of you.”