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Those words and the bratty tone of her voice make my bloodstart to boil. My hands twitch as I attempt to gain control of the overwhelmingdesire to prove to her who she belongs to. “Are you challenging my claim toyou, wife?”

“No, she’s not,” Cian tries.

“Like hell, I’m not,” Meg snarls.

“Back down, wife.” I hold my ground when every instinctscreams to chase her down and bend her to my will.

“Meg,” Cian warns. “Don’t do this. If you push him, he’llbreak.”

She rolls her eyes. “No, he won’t. He’ll politely ask me ifI might, at some point in the future, maybe want to have lame, boring sex. If Isay no, he’ll slink away and go ask his cold girlfriend if she’ll have veryvanilla sex. I was wrong about him. I thought he was a Dom, but he’s just abully. He wants utter control of my life without giving me anything back. Screwthat.” She turns the full force of her disgust my way. “I won’t do it. I won’tlive with you. I’ve finally found what I want. I want Ci. Cian understands me.Cian gives me what I need.”

“No, he doesn’t, love,” I return, watching her move. She’ssealed her fate. There’s no going back now. I remain still, waiting for theperfect moment to pounce. All thought of doing this the easy way is gone now.This will go down hard, and damned if I’m not looking forward to it. “He justplays at it. It’s a game to him. I bet you have to tell him what to do.”

I know I’m right when Meg looks slightly startled. She hidesit quickly, but I catch that hint. All isn’t as perfect as she would have mebelieve.

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

“I think I did a damn fine job.” Cian’s gaze goes from ourwife to me. He’s waiting the inevitable outcome of this skirmish.

“I know what you want,” I growl.

She crosses her arms over her chest. The challenge in herpose makes blood start to pound through my body. “You might know, but youaren’t man enough to give it to me.”

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

I strike hard and fast. She’s on the floor beneath me beforeshe can scream. I hold her easily, though she squirms and looks to Cian forhelp. There will be none forthcoming. Cian wants this as much as I do. I canfeel the satisfaction coming off my brother in waves. It’s been too long sinceI let my beast have its way. Cian will enjoy the experience so much morebecause of the woman on the floor. She’ll bridge the two of us and allow us toshare the feeling.

I smile down at my wife, pure triumph running through mysystem. I give her the smile of a predator about to enjoy a full meal after alifetime of hunger. “As my vampire uncle might say, you wanted the bull, myMeggie. You’re about to get the horns.”

ChapterThirty-Three

Meg

I buck beneath my husband. His weight efficientlyholds me as he sits on my midsection and calmly looks to his brother.

“Get me some rope,” he says as though asking someone to passthe salt.

Cian walks off to do his bidding.

“Bastard,” I grunt as I try to force Beck off. His positionis perfect. I can’t quite get my hands on him, though I keep trying. “Get thefuck off me.”

Beck looks entirely too pleased for my comfort. “Language,my love. Have you noticed, Ci, that our sweet wife has quite the mouth on her?”

Cian smiles broadly as he returns with a scarf I bought inthe marketplace. “I did, indeed, notice the mouth on her. I’ve found when shegets that dirty mouth of hers going, it’s best to shove something in it.”

“Fuck you, too,” I say. Cian is supposed to side with me,damn it. He’s supposed to understand. He spent weeks listening to me andgetting to know me. He understood how I feel about Beck. It took roughly threeminutes for Cian to flip on me and take his brother’s side. I should haveknown. I try kicking out. I don’t care who I hit at this point.

“I suspect there will be a lot of fucking,” Cian promises.“This will chafe less than the rope.”

I look up at the faces staring down at me. They’re twins,but I can tell them apart. Besides the slight differences living brought totheir faces, I can tell by their expressions. Cian looks down with a sweetlylascivious grin. He’s anticipating the sex he thinks is coming. His hand rubsagainst the swell in his pants. Beck is an entirely different animal. He lookshungry. He easily catches my hands when I try to hit him.

“No, Megan.” He neatly wraps the scarf around my wrists.“You will behave or I’ll have you across my lap. I won’t be nice about it,either. You’ve pushed me too far, love. It’s time we put this relationship ofours on a proper footing.”

“It’s time you let me up, asshole.” I’m not listening tohim, and I’m not taking this from either of them.

Except part of me wants to.

I hate the fact that even while I know this will go badly,my pussy is starting to ache. I’m not sure why Beck seems to be willing to giveme what I want. He’ll hate me afterward for this, but there’s no question Iwant the change in Beck to be real. “I told you, I won’t try to leave again.Let me go. I’ll stay in the room in the barn. You two can fuck each other forall I care.”