Bound (A Faery Story 1)

inside Beck. She had shared what his body experienced as he brought

her to orgasm. She’d felt so connected to him in that moment. It was

an intimacy like nothing she’d felt before.

Meg floated down. She was suddenly aware that Beck had pulled

his fingers from her pussy and wrapped both arms around her. He

hugged her to his hard body. Meg, her entire being pleasantly

lethargic, decided this had to be the best wet dream ever. She let her

head rest against his shoulder. She had never in her life come so fast

and so hard. It was just a sweet dream, and she should hold on to it.

Any minute the alarm would go off, and she would have to face

another day at the Software 4 U store. Being Beck’s love slave was

much more interesting.

Beck kissed her one last time, his mouth playing sweetly against

hers. He seemed as satisfied as she was, though he couldn’t possibly

be. His hands played with her breasts for a moment, and she could

feel her own juice on her skin. He brought his right hand up to his

mouth and sucked his fingers in, licking her cream. He finally placed

an almost chaste kiss on the tip of her nose and stepped back.

“Aye, love, you’ll do.” With that, he started out the door.

Meg’s head came up, perfectly unimpressed with that bit of

wooing. She’d been utterly overwhelmed by what they had just

shared, and he said that to her? Damn it, even the men in her dreams

were unromantic. That sounded like the line from Babe.

“Seriously, that’s what I get? I’ll do? Screw you, Beck. Send in

the next guy. We’ll see if he can do better.” Meg decided the next guy

might be even hotter. He would be French or maybe Italian. She liked

Beck’s Irish accent, but she’d always loved Italy.

Beck turned around, and Meg found herself shrinking back again.

His gray eyes were as hard as stones, and his demeanor had changed

from lazy to menacing in a heartbeat. “What did you say, love?”