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she was responding to their interest. Cian cupped the cheeks of her ass

and squeezed while Beck concentrated on her breasts. “Cian thought

it was a weed.”

“It is a weed,” his brother said, kissing her shoulder. “It tasted

terrible.”

“Only because it wasn’t cooked,” Meg said with a gasp as Beck

leaned down and licked her nipple. That little bud stood at attention as

he curled his tongue around it. “Oh, wow. You’ll like it when I’ve

baked it and put butter and salt on it. They’re everywhere. We can

feed the whole village.”

“Later, wife,” Beck commanded. He was done talking. His cock

was hard and ready to fuck. “Play the queen later. Right now, you’re

just our wife, and we have need of you.”

“Oh, yes, we do,” Cian whispered into her ear.

Beck palmed her breast and sucked the nipple deeply into his

mouth. He opened the connection between them, and he could feel the

way her body was responding. Meg’s whole body began to sing with

the triple arousal she felt. Beck was feeling it, too. He could feel her

soft, warm arousal alongside his and Cian’s raging need. Cian gently

bit her sensitive earlobe. Meg closed her eyes, and Beck felt the

minute she gave over to them.

“I love that, wife,” Beck growled as he sensed her complete

surrender. Why had he waited so long to feel this? There was nothing

perverse about Meg’s surrender or his own need to dominate her. Meg

wanted his dominance. She needed Cian’s worshipful love as well.

She needed them both. “Cian, I’d like to taste our wife.”

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Cian pulled her back into his arms. His legs hooked under hers,

spreading them wide for Beck’s perusal. Beck got on his knees as he