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.
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
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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
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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.”
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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 ignor
e 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.
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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.
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The woman Beck had married might have everything necessary to be
a bondmate, but she hadn’t been trained.
Liadan thought of all the curses she could put on the little redhead.
It would give her great pleasure to watch as the King’s new bride’s
hair fell out or her skin withered and died on her body. It wouldn’t
take much. The human was ill-prepared for life on this plane. She
would likely have no defenses in place against a nicely crafted spell.
It was tempting, but there were ways to track a spell back to its
originator. Liadan had to be careful with her magic. She would have
killed Cian Finn years ago if she’d been able to truly use her skills
without fear of retribution.
It was incomprehensible that Beck had chosen that idiot human
over her. Liadan was beautiful. She had made sure of it when she
started this mission. She had chosen the perfect façade. Liadan
O’Neill was every inch the elegant Fae lady. It should have been
enough to ensure that the twins fell in love with her. It hadn’t
happened that way. It had taken a long time to get Beck to come to
her bed, and Cian avoided her altogether.
She wasn’t sure what was between the human and Beck. He
wasn’t sleeping with his new bride for some reason. He wouldn’t be
able to resist her for long. He had already broken off his relationship
with Liadan. Beck had wasted no time doing it, either. He’d knocked
on her door earlier that afternoon and refused to come in. He’d told
her that he’d married and wouldn’t be seeing her again. He had tried
to be kind, but there was a dismissiveness to the whole conversation
that infuriated her.
Liadan watched the barn thoughtfully and wondered if the king
had mentioned her to his bride. She rather thought not. Perhaps
tomorrow she would visit the little human and introduce herself. After
all, they were neighbors.
Humming, Liadan walked back across the fields to her own house.
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Chapter Ten
Meg was surrounded by warmth as she gradually came to her
senses the next morning. She snuggled closer to the heat source and
sighed as Cian pulled her closer. He was a cuddler. He’d been a
perfect gentleman, but he had been very insistent on spooning her and
holding her close all night. His hair had gotten tangled around her. It
tickled her skin and warmed her.
She had thought she would be up all night thinking about Beck,
but Cian seemed to have a soothing effect on her. The minute he
wrapped himself around her, she’d heard a low, soothing hum in the
back of her brain. It had taken her a moment to realize it was coming
from him. It was like white noise, and it hummed her gently to sleep.
It was another noise entirely that forced Meg from the warmth of
Cian’s arms.
The door slammed, and there was the unmistakable sound of an
engine coming to life. It didn’t sound like any car she could
remember, but Meg knew instantly what it was. It had to be that cool-
looking Harley of Dante’s. Meg wanted to see it in action, so she
scrambled out of her warm bed, despite Cian’s sleepy protests.
There was a robe lying across the end of the bed. Meg quickly put
it on and rushed out of the bedroom. She threw open the door with a
smile on her face, ready to demand a ride from Dante.
Her smile quickly dissolved as she realized Dante already had a
passenger. Beck was seated on the back of the big bike that now
hovered two feet in the air. The wheels of the bike had disappeared,
and there was a noticeable cloud of dust under the vehicle.
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“Crap.” Dante looked up from strapping his gear on the back, his
face falling when he saw her. He stood beside the bike. “We have
company.”
The last was said to Beck, who turned and stared at her with dark,
surprised eyes.
“I left you a note,” he said almost defensively.
Meg felt her heart seize. He’d left her a note? Why did he need to
leave her a note if he was just going joyriding with his cousin? That
was all it could be, right? “Where are you going?”
Dante backed off. Meg could tell the vampire wasn’t sure this was
a good idea, but he seemed determined to stay out of it.
Beck didn’t get
off the bike. He turned to her slightly. “I
explained it all in the note. I have to go to work. The best work I can
get is on the Vampire plane, working for Dante’s company. It’s rough
work in a dangerous part of that world. I’ll be back in a few weeks.”
“Weeks?” Meg practically shouted the question. He was leaving
her. They had been married for two days, and he was leaving her. All
her old doubts flooded back like a tidal wave. At least Michael had
stayed for a couple of years. Beck wasn’t even staying for a week. He
was leaving her with Cian, a stranger with a bunch of problems. She
had no idea how to help him. She was completely lost in this strange
land. She didn’t even know which horses would try to eat her. Panic
seized her. “I’ll go with you.” She wouldn’t even have to pack. She
didn’t own anything.
His eyes seemed cold now, and his sensual mouth was a flat line.
“No. It’s too dangerous. I have to work. I won’t have time to do my
job and watch after you.”
Tears formed in her eyes and Meg ran to him. “Please let me go
with you. I don’t know what to do here. I don’t know how to do
anything.”
It went against everything she was, but she felt like begging. She
didn’t want to be left behind with an amnesiac and a farm falling
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down around her. She wanted Beck. He’d been the rock she had clung
to ever since she found herself on this plane.
Beck gently pushed her back. “You’ll be fine. Bond with Cian.
He’ll take care of you.”
She didn’t think that was happening any time soon. Cian couldn’t
take care of himself. Cian couldn’t remember who she was for more
than five minutes. “You promised you would take care of me.”
Beck shook his head. He looked so arrogant. “That’s what I’m
doing, Meg. When I finish this job, we’ll have enough gold to fix up
the place. We can hire a housekeeper so you won’t have to work.”
“I don’t mind working,” Meg promised. She hated the fact that
she was crying, but she couldn’t seem to help it. “I’ve worked all my
life, but I don’t know what to do here.”
“Nor should you,” he replied as though it was a foregone