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a game to him. I bet you have to tell him what to do.”

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Beck knew he was right when Meg looked slightly startled. She

hid it quickly, but Beck caught that little hint. All wasn’t as perfect as Meg would have him believe.

“He just didn’t understand what I wanted. I explained it to him.”

“I think I did a damn fine job,” Cian interjected. His eyes went

from his wife to his brother. Beck knew he was awaiting the

inevitable outcome of this little skirmish.

“I know what you want,” Beck growled.

Meg crossed her arms over her chest. The challenge in her pose

made Beck’s blood start to pound through his body. “You might

know, Beck, but you aren’t man enough to give it to me.”

“Wrong answer, darling,” Cian said, whistling a little.

Beck struck hard and fast. Meg was on the floor beneath him

before she could scream. Beck held her easily, though she squirmed

and looked to Cian for help. There would be none forthcoming. Cian

wanted this as much as Beck did, and Beck knew it. Beck could feel

the satisfaction coming off his brother in waves. It had been too long

since Beck let his beast have its way. Beck knew Cian would enjoy

the experience so much more because of the woman on the floor. She

would bridge the two and allow them to share the feeling.

Beck smiled down at his wife, a triumphant feeling running

through his system. He gave her the smile of a predator about to enjoy

a full meal after a lifetime of hunger. “As my vampire uncle might

say, you wanted the bull, my Meggie. You’re about to get the horns.”

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