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I hate their pity, but it’s a useful thing.

I withdraw to the woods as Ain curls herself around Bri’sankles. It won’t be long, and I have to be ready.

ChapterThirty-Five

Meg

I follow Beck into the bedroom. He moves slowly anddeliberately, but I’m well aware that carefulness has nothing to do with theale he imbibed and everything to do with the act he’s determined to perform.

“Beck,” I say quietly, tugging on his hand. “We can wait, ifyou want. I’m happy with the relationship we have. I don’t have to do a mentaltour of your life if it makes you uncomfortable.”

Beck’s gray eyes are grave as he looks down at me. “I wouldbe seeing into your soul, too, wife. Do you only want to share yourself withCian?”

I roll my eyes. “Now you’re being deliberately obtuse. Iwasn’t trying to hold myself back because of my grand passion for Ci.”

“Hey,” Cian says, tossing his big body on the bed.

“Though I do love him passionately,” I declare.

“That’s better.” Cian pats the mattress beside him. “Stopworrying about Beck. He’s nervous because he knows my half of our soul isprettier than his.”

“I remember our teen years, brother,” Beck snorts. “I’m sureour poor wife was assaulted by the sheer number of your sexual encounters.”

“It was an education,” I allow with a grin.

Cian shrugs, obviously unaffected by anything as ridiculousas shame. “I was a curious lad.”

“You were a pervert,” Beck shoots back, but Cian’s mockinghas done its job. Beck seems more relaxed.

Cian sits up on the bed, crossing his legs as he did the daywe bonded. Beck takes the opposite position. They’re near-perfect twins, andI’m going to be in the middle. I start to climb onto the bed.

“What do you think you’re doing?” Beck’s eyebrows arch inarrogant surprise.

“What Cian told me to do,” I reply. “He said I had to sit inthe middle with my legs around your waist, since you’re the one I’m bondingwith. I’ll be in the circle, touching you both so it flows from you to me tohim.”

Cian explained how the formation of a permanent total bridgebetween the three of us will work. I’ll fully bond with Beck, and then Cianwill open the connection between them. Once both brothers are connected to me,they’ll be able to tap into each other’s strengths. I’m the intersectionconnecting all our roads.

“All that’s fine, wife,” Beck says. “But I wanted to knowwhat you’re doing wearing clothes when we’re alone in our bedroom.”

I definitely created a monster. He isn’t hiding from hisnature anymore. He made that plain this evening. Beck was true to his word. Hekept me close to him all night, kissing me, touching me whenever it suited himto do so.

When one of the village men requested a dance with hisqueen, Beck sent him such a dark look I was surprised the poor man didn’t peehimself. I was forced to content myself with dancing with Beck and Cian.

“You two are still dressed,” I point out, knowing itwouldn’t do me any good.

“That can change,” Cian offers helpfully.

Beck simply stares and sends his will outward.

There’s no fighting it. He’ll want me naked as often aspossible. It’s his nature. He likes my vulnerability and softness. He wants menaked and draped across his lap. I’m glad all my time with Cian got mecomfortable with my body. It made it simple to pull my clothes off without theadded weight of self-consciousness. I drape them over the small chair to theside of our bed.

“That’s better,” Beck comments as I climb onto the bedwithout a stitch of clothes.

Cian’s hands “slip” and tease my soft pink parts as I settleonto Beck’s lap.

“Damn it, Ci,” Beck admonishes his twin. “This is a seriousceremony.”

“I’m completely serious about fucking our wife again,” Cianreplies.