compare him to his big brother and find him lacking. What was his
father thinking? Maris was a righteous bitch who had an enormous
stick up her ass. How was he ever going to work up the will to fuck
her? He didn’t think Beck wanted to fuck her, either. They were
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always so polite to each other. There wasn’t an ounce of passion
between them. Shouldn’t he want to fuck the woman he was going to
be forced to spend the rest of his life with?
“Beckett Finn,” a feminine voice called out. “What are you doing?
Get out of there. You must be freezing.”
Cian twisted his body and let his feet find the bottom of the pond.
He saw a blonde female gracefully rushing towards him. She was tall
and lithe, with st
raight golden hair that hung down her back. Her
skirts floated around her long legs, showing just the faintest hint of a
nicely turned ankle. Her face was completely perfect. She had a pouty
mouth and sky blue eyes. She looked every inch the perfect Seelie
lady.
Cian didn’t want to fuck her either, but he suddenly remembered
that Beck did and had, and probably would again.
“Liadan.” Cian was happy that he remembered her name. He
concentrated and pulled the relevant information out of his brain.
Liadan O’Neill was a young widow. She had fled Tir na nÒg
before the plane had been closed. Her husband had died a few years
back in a hunting accident. Beck had been visiting her for roughly a
year now. He had hoped Cian and Liadan would get along. Beck liked
to share women with Cian, but Cian couldn’t stand the sight of her.
She was cold. He had no idea why Beck couldn’t see how calculating
she was.