Sophie Oak: Bound

“I suppose I did,” Cian allowed. “After all, I am up before the two of you. I decided I should go check on the fields. I put work before pleasure. It’s horrible. I’ll have to fight the instinct.”

“Well, I woke up knowing full well I had a lot to do this morning,” Beck said, pulling Meg back into bed. Meg couldn’t help but laugh as he pressed his lips to her neck. “And still, I couldn’t force myself away from our very warm, very sexy little wife. I think I’m going to enjoy having a piece of you inside me, brother.”

Cian rolled his eyes. “I’m glad for you. Unfortunately, I think the piece I took of you got stuck up my ass. If the two of you are finished fucking, I would like for you to join me outside. Something’s happened.”

Beck went still. “What is it?”

“You’ll have to come outside to see,” Cian said solemnly. “I really can’t describe it to you.”

Beck kissed her again and gently eased her off his lap. “Cover up, love.”

He rolled out of bed and pulled on his trousers. He shoved his shirt over his head and lastly, made sure his sword was secure across his back. Meg just grabbed her robe. Cian led them out of the bedroom, toward the door of the cottage.

“What on earth?” Meg asked as she was drawn into the living area. The ivy she had woven around the doorway had invaded the house. Thick vines of green had come in through the door and the windows.

Cian grinned broadly. “You’re not on the Earth plane anymore, lover. And here, things just got a little more complicated.”

Meg’s eyes grew round with wonder as she walked outside. The marigolds she had planted in the flowerbeds at the front of the house had multiplied overnight. The blooms were huge and each petal brimmed with life. Even the grass around the cottage seemed greener and lusher than it had the previous day.

“Cian, what the hell happened here?” Beck asked.

Cian winked at Meg and let go of her hand. He pulled a large nut seed out of his pocket and held it up for their inspection. “Well, brother, I think I happened. You should probably stay back.”

Cian knelt down and shoved the seed into the ground. It was a bare second before the dirt rumbled. Cian was forced to step back. The tree shot up, fully formed from the seed Cian had planted. Meg heard Beck curse under his breath.

“What does it mean?” Beck asked, his mouth hanging open. He walked slowly around the new tree, inspecting it from all angles. Meg did the same and was awed with the vitality of the thing. It was so alive. The tree looked as though it had been there for ten or fifteen years, not mere seconds.

“You know what it means,” Cian replied, looking more serious than Meg remembered him ever being. “Look at the fields, brother. Look at the fields, and tell me the legends were wrong.”

Meg turned with Beck and gasped as she took in the lush fields that had replaced the struggling ones. Crops that shouldn’t be harvested for a month were ripe and ready to be picked.

“Someone needs to explain this to me,” Meg said, since her husbands seemed to be speaking their own language.

“It’s an old legend, Meg.” Beck bent over as he inspected a particularly luscious strawberry plant. “Back in Tir na nÒg, the legend had it that when royal symbiotic twins were born, if they found the right bondmate, she would bring them into their true power.”

“So now Ci is some sort of agricultural deity?” Meg asked.

It was hard to believe the question came out of her mouth, but she was starting to accept that things worked very differently in her new home. She’d negotiated a trade deal with goblins just a few days ago. Why couldn’t her new hubby become a god?

“I’m a Green Man.” Cian spoke slowly, seeming to savor the words. “All things green and vital answer to me.”

A wind suddenly whipped around Meg’s skirts. It was an odd wind. It was strong and seemed happy to stay where it was. Meg turned around and had to catch the hem of her skirts as the wind blew from underneath and exposed her legs.

“What the hell?” Meg moved to Cian, who was laughing at the wind’s antics.

“And I’m a Storm Lord,” Beck said. Wonder filled his voice as he lifted a finger and the little wind calmed. It brushed gently against her cheeks, as though giving her a kiss. “My power comes from the winds and the rain. That’s amazing. I could call the rains if I wanted. I know how to do it. It’s like the information has always been in my brain, but now I can access it.”

Cian’s hand found hers. “That’s how I felt this morning.”

A thought occurred to Megan. “So you got the power to do cool stuff with plants, and Beck can make it rain.”

“Lover, Beck can bring the power of a storm to our aid, and don’t discount what I can do,” Cian warned her. “I can trap an army in the vines and grass I can pull from the ground beneath us.”

“I get that,” Meg said with a frown on her face. “What I don’t get is how this helps me. You two get superpowers, and I get what?”

Cian smiled broadly. “You have a power, Meggie. You have a magical pussy. It was sleeping with you together that brought us into our power. That vagina of yours is pure gold, lover.”

Meg gave Cian a playful shove and rolled her eyes while he and his brother had a good laugh.

“Don’t go expecting to use it on anyone else,” Beck said as though the thought had suddenly occurred to him. “That only works on the two of us.”

Meg walked up to him and gave him a saucy smile. “Yes, Beck, I was planning on opening up shop. I was going to hang a sign on the cottage door and charge for it.”

Beck’s eyes narrowed. He exchanged a glance with his brother. “This is that sarcasm thing she warned me about, right?”

Cian leaned in for a kiss from his wife. It was swift and sweet. “That it is, brother. Our sweet Meg is very good at sarcasm. I don’t think we have to worry about her with other men. Now that you’ve let yourself off the leash, I suspect you’ll be between her legs three times a day. Try to remember I need her, too.”

Beck stole a kiss as well, though his was neither quick nor sweet. His tongue plundered like the pirate he was. When he let her go, Meg held on to his arm to steady herself. “I promise nothing, Ci. And you seriously underestimate me if you think it’s only going to be three times a day.”

The downside to having two husbands suddenly became very obvious to Meg. “Let’s talk about this, boys.”

Whatever else she had to say was lost as two of the villagers were riding up to the cottage. They rode swiftly, each man leaning forward in the saddle with great determination. The very air around her became tense. Beck reached for the sword on his back. It was in his hand as they made their way back to the cottage.

“Your Highnesses,” one of the young men called out. Both of the men dismounted and made courtly bows.

“Niall, Eiric,” Cian greeted the men. “What has happened?”

“’Tis the miller’s daughter,” the one Meg thought was Niall said. There were tears in his eyes.

“Bri?” Meg asked, feeling her stomach clench. She was a sweet girl of barely sixteen years. Meg had spent an afternoon with the girl and her parents. What had happened to her?

“Yes, ma’am,” Eiric confirmed. “There’s been an accident. Her father begs Your Highnesses to come and figure out what has happened to his daughter.”

“How bad is it?” Beck asked the men.

“’Tis bad, Your Highness,” Niall replied. “Very bad. The miller needs his Kings.”

Cian and Beck shared a look between them.

“One of us should go and one should stay here with Meg until we determine if it’s safe,” Beck said.