Bound (A Faery Story 1)

Bound

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The question was a challenge. The chill in his voice almost made

her shiver.

“Nothing,” Meg replied, swallowing nervously. She had a healthy

sense of self-preservation that was kicking into full throttle now as

Beck stalked back toward her.

“Best you say nothing right now, love, if you can’t say something

sweet.” Beck’s entire body was rigid, every muscle screaming his

frustration. “I am tired. I rode all night to get here before the

tournament. I have eaten very little, and now I’m horny as hell. I am

not in a good mood. You should understand that one of your goals in

life should be to keep me in a good mood. You have no idea the

trouble you’re going to cause me.”

Though she was so tired, Meg held her head up. The very last

thing she needed was to be told how much trouble she was. She knew.

She’d been told her whole life by a mother and father who hadn’t

really wanted her and a husband who felt the same. She might be in

chains, but she held on to her pride. “I wouldn’t want to cause you

any trouble. Please feel free to not purchase me.”

Beck sighed. Meg sensed the weariness in him. That connection

she had felt during the sex seemed like it was still open. His emotions

were almost palpable to her. His tiredness went far past the physical.

Meg knew it invaded his soul. His shoulders slumped slightly

forward. She had the sudden desire to wrap her arms around him, to

lend him her strength.

“I have waited years for this day,” he explained in an emotionless

voice. “You cannot understand the joy I should feel at finding you. I

do feel joy, but if there was any other choice, I would walk away from

you. I can offer you nothing. I’m going to spend the last of my gold