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“Don’t apologize again, please,” she says with a sigh. “Ihave fond memories of the marketplace and arena, even if you don’t.” I’m notsure what to make of that, but she continues without explaining herself. “I’mjust not sure what I think of sleeping with two men, even if they do look a lotalike.”

I snort at the thought. “We’re identical. He’s thinner thanI am right now, but that will change. He’ll start eating again now that he hasa reason to. Our own mother had trouble telling us apart until we opened ourmouths.”

Her cute little nose wrinkles. “I guess you look that way atfirst, but I can tell.” She gets up and eases herself onto my lap. Her handsframe my face. “You have a small scar right here.” She leans over and feathersa kiss above my left eye. “And your mouth,” she says as she lightly kisses mylips, “is the tiniest bit wider than Cian’s.”

“Is it now?” I ask as my heart starts to pound. My blood isbusy working its way from my brain down to my cock. Her lips are petal-softagainst mine. Everything about my Meggie is soft and sweet. Goddess, how have Icome to need her so much in such a short time?

She strokes a hand down my hair. “Cian’s hair is slightlylonger than yours, and his eyes are a shade darker.”

“I don’t think anyone has ever noticed that.” I try to stayfocused on what she’s saying. It’s hard because she’s wearing one of my oldshirts as a nightgown, and I can see the swell of her breasts. If she movesslightly to the right, I might be able to see her nipple. I love that she’swearing something of mine. It marks her as my wife, my lover. Mine.

Her face bunches up in a distressed frown. “You’re differentpeople, Beck. You’re brothers. Where I come from, one woman doesn’t sleep withtwo brothers. It’s considered cheating, and most men wouldn’t put up with it.”

It’s my turn to frown. How can I make her understand? “Butwe’re not different. There might be minor differences in our appearance, butwe’re symbiotic twins. We share a soul. He’s the other half of me. You need tounderstand that we’re married, and that means you’re married to Cian, too. Iwon’t push you into bed with him. He would never force you, but if you can’taccept him, it’s going to be hard on us. We would never cheat on you. Cian willnever take another woman as long as he’s married to you.”

“I just need some time. I’ll do whatever it takes to getCian healthy.” She wiggles on my lap, seemingly trying to find a comfortableposition, but every wriggle of her hips goes straight to my dangerouslyengorged cock. “I also would like to explore our relationship a little. Where Icome from, newly married couples take this vacation together. It’s called ahoneymoon. The new couple gets away from everything and relaxes and spends awhole lot of time together. They really get to know each other.”

My hand closes over her hip. Can I get her to the floorwithout hurting her? I can take her in front of the fireplace so she’ll staywarm. I’ll keep the blankets around her, and this time I will be in control ofmy baser instincts. I will very gently make love to her.

“Sweetheart,” I say soothingly, “I think that’s a brilliantidea. I would like very much to know what pleases you.”

“I like it when you kiss me,” she suggests.

That I can do. I pull Meg close and nudge her face up tomine. “Give me your lips, a chumann.”

She obediently tilts her head up. I’ll have Cian teach herGaelic. Though almost everyone speaks the vampires’ language, I enjoy the oldways. I want to tell her I love her in my own tongue. I want her to know she’smy darling.

She’s sweet in my arms. She clings to me and allows me totake control of the kiss. It should make it easier, but every time I feel hersoften, need rises like a wildfire. I mean for the kiss to be gentle, a promiseof the way our lovemaking will go this evening. She’s so soft under me that mydominant instincts shove their way past my defenses.

She is mine.

I’d fought for her, offered my blood to possess her. Myhands tighten on her arms. I deepen the kiss, my tongue forcefully showing herwhat I want to do with my cock. I thrust into her mouth, sliding my tongueagainst and over hers. She doesn’t fight me. She surrenders and winds her armsaround my body. She tells me with sighs and moans that she’s mine and happy tobe so.

I will protect her, defend her, make sure she’s happy. Whatis so wrong with what I need? I wind my fingers in her hair to hold her inplace. I like holding her down. I want to tie her up so she’s utterly helplessand at my mercy. I will show her none. I’ll make her come under my body untilshe begs, and then I’ll make her come some more. She will be utterly mine whenI’m done with her. She will never know that she holds all the power, that Iwould do anything to make her happy.

I forced her off my lap and onto her knees. Meg looks up atme, her lips red and swollen from my kisses. Her eyes are trusting and open. Iwant to eat her up right then and there, so I push her to the hard floor and amon top of her before she can breathe. I press my rock-hard dick against herpussy, but my clothes are in the way. Stupid clothes. I want to slowdown. I want to tell her to undress me. She will sweetly remove my clothes andthen her own. I’ll sit back down in the chair and command her to take my cockto that soft place in the back of her throat. I’ll hold her head and fuck herthroat. She’ll drink me down, not missing a drop.

Yes, that’s what I’ll do. Later. I don’t have the patiencenow. I have to get inside of her.

I press my cock against her, and she moans, a sweet mewlthat makes me feel ten feet tall. Her arms go around my chest, and she lets herhead drop back. I fall on her. My lips devour her soft flesh. She tastes sogood. I open the bond between us and pour my will into her. I want her soft andsubmissive underneath me, willing to fulfill my every dark and nasty desire. Myhands find her breasts. I want to make a feast of her. She’s the only food Ineed.

I look down at her. Her face, her lovely face, is filledwith need. She needs me.

“They need us, son,” my father explained that dayso long ago. The words come back to haunt me now. “They are completelydependent on us. You think they don’t know it? It’s worse for you becauseyou’ll be the king someday. Women will do anything to please you. It is yoursacred duty not to take advantage of them.”

I’m doing it again.

I scramble to get my weight off her. I’m pinning her downagainst the cold, hard floor without even a blanket to warm her. My hands shakeas I push myself up. I get off her and sit back, blood pounding through me.

“What’s wrong, Beck?” She sounds soft and vulnerable.

She doesn’t simply sound vulnerable. She is vulnerable.She was torn away from her plane and forced into a marriage she couldn’t havewanted. Then I forced myself on her.

“Beck?”

I hear the uncertainty in her voice as I shove my handsthrough my hair and desperately attempt to get myself under control.

“Everything is fine.” I take a deep breath and banish my ownneeds to the Hell plane. “Why don’t you go to bed? You can sleep with Cian.”