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)
“Is that a fact?” I ask.
Liadan looks properly intimidated by my low growl.
“She’s even forcing the villagers to work for her.” Liadan points out a stall to her left. There’s a long line, and two young sidhe are working hard to sell some sort of food product.
My queen got out of hand while I was gone.
It’s time she understands the king is back.
Chapter Thirty-Two
Beck
I make sure I have a tight hold on my mental shields as I approach the cottage. Even as I look around, I keep the walls up so I don’t alert my brother to my presence.
I’m shocked at the state of our lands. I left a sad, rundown cottage and am returning to a home someone gives a shit about. Someone weeded the gardens and planted flowers. The front walk is lined with orange and yellow marigolds. The walk has been swept, and someone wove ivy up and down the front walls. The cottage looks lovely. There are pretty yellow linens hanging in the windows.
I stop and look out over the fields. Someone has worked here, too. It seems Cian hasn’t been so derelict.
Liadan’s words come back to me, making me worry about how so much has been accomplished in so little time. I hope my twin hasn’t been forcing the villagers to work while he pays court to our new wife. Cian can be lazy at times, but he isn’t cruel. He does sometimes take a different view of what is due to us than I do.
What if Meg sides with Cian? What if Meg thinks it should be her right to take what she wants simply because someone put a title in front of her name? She’s about to discover that it is my right to set her straight.
“You wanted to see me, Professor Finn?”
Meg’s voice is soft but audible through the open windows. I pause before opening the door. I can see my brother and our wife through the open shades. She’s so beautiful. She wears a pretty skirt and a shirt that dips awfully low on her chest. She unbuttoned the top two buttons, and her breasts swell out of the white linen. It makes my mouth water to remember how good those breasts feel in my hands and pressed against his chest. She wears her long hair in pigtails, tied with white ribbons.
“Yes, I did, Megan,” Cian says in what I recognize as his teacher voice. It’s stern and a little intimidating. Why is he using it on our wife? “You were a very naughty girl in class today.”
Cian sits at the kitchen table, and Meg stands looking down at him. I can’t see my brother’s face, but I have an excellent view of Meg. She leans over, and her voice is slightly breathy as she speaks. “Please, Professor. I need to pass this class. I can’t fail. My parents would be so angry with me. Is there anything I can do for extra credit?”
I let my pack fall to the ground. This is interesting, and I want to see exactly what they’re doing. Cian often likes to play out scenes like the one he’s performing with Meg.
Cian has a great imagination when it comes to dirty fun. I feel my interest rising along with my cock. Meg seems to be playing along willingly. The entire trip home, I thought about what Colin said. Meg doesn’t have the same expectations other bondmates have. What if she’s telling me the truth? What if she honestly wants that submissive relationship-thing she talked about? Can I trust myself to give her what she wants and not hurt her?
There’s a deep chuckle. Cian sits back in his chair. “I don’t know about that. I’d have to see what you have to offer me. Let’s see, your Gaelic is horrible.”
“I’m working on that,” Meg promises with wide eyes. “Tá grá agam duit.”
She says I love you in passable Gaelic. It sounds pretty coming from her lips.
She says it to my brother.
“Nice, a grhá,” Cian praises her. His long fingers tap rhythmically against the table. “But I was thinking of something a bit more physical for this extra credit you need. You look like a strong young woman. Why don’t you take off that shirt and show me your muscles? I’ve been looking for someone to help me carry my books.”
I almost laugh out loud, but then Meg drags the shirt over her head. Her nipples come in view. They’re a dusky pink and stand out, obviously aroused. She touches them. She rubs her breasts brazenly. Her small hands caress the mounds. They’re round and gorgeous and perfectly made. They cause my mouth to water. I want to force her onto my cock and watch those breasts jiggle as she rides me hard.
Will she do it if I ask her? Will she do it faster if I order her?