“I want a yes, Meg,” Beck said quietly. “I want a yes, but before
you say it, know that you can’t take it back. Once you say yes, I won’t
ever let you go. You’ll fight me every day for control. I’ll try my
damndest to make decisions for you. I can’t help what I am. Cian will
balance me by being the biggest pussy on the plane when it comes to
you.”
Cian grinned. “I have no shame about that.”
Meg’s heart swelled with love for them. It was hard because they
were really one person in two bodies, their personalities stronger for
it. Beck had to struggle with his own instincts because all the pieces
that would balance him were in Cian. Cian felt weak and often
unappreciated because the arrogance was mostly housed in Beck. She
could help them once they bonded fully. They needed her.
“Yes, Beck,” she said without hesitation. “Though I think you’ll
find me more difficult to deal with than you imagine. But, I promise
when we’re intimate, I will be your perfect little slave.”
A happy little smile curled around his sensual mouth. “I’ll try to
take more, wife. I’m a bloody selfish bastard.”
Meg leaned forward. “You’re welcome to try, husband.”
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He kissed her roughly. “I promise I will. Now, you have a duty to
us, wife. You will wash your husbands’ hair, and then we’ll join the
villagers. I assume there’s a party. When I’m away, Ci always throws
a party.”
Cian was already getting his hair wet. “The ale is already flowing
freely, brother.”
Beck shook his head. “We’ll partake, then. I want the villagers to
see how happy our bride has made us. Then, later tonight, we bond.
All three of us.”