Bound (A Faery Story 1)

With a mysterious smile, she walked out. “And what the hell did he

mean by gnomes?”

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Sophie Oak

Chapter Two

Beckett Finn, the former heir to the Seelie throne, sank into the

too-small chair in the gnome’s tiny but well-appointed office.

Everything seemed too small right now. His trousers certainly were.

Touching Meg had him hard enough to pound nails with his cock.

She was the one. He knew it deep in his soul. He had been able to

feel what was happening to her at the moment of her orgasm. It had

taken everything he had not to form the bond with her that moment,

but now was not the time, and certainly not the place. Forming a bond

with his soul’s mate was a sacred thing, and he wouldn’t do it here.

He was going to have to put her through too much to force that on her

as well.

Rhys of the Gentle Hills walked in and placed a large platter of

food on the desk between them. “I thought Your Highness might join

me in the noon meal.”

Beck’s stomach rumbled at the sight and smell of so much good

food. Gnomes knew how to cook. He nodded, trying not to betray his

excitement at the thought of being full for once. “I will. I thank you

for your hospitality, Rhys, but you have to get out of the habit of

calling me by titles that no longer have any meaning.”

He picked up two slices of dark bread and made a huge sandwich

of thick venison and a pleasant-smelling cheese.

Rhys poured water into two mugs. “You’re giving up, then? You

are content to allow your Uncle Torin to remain on the throne of your

father? The very throne he slew your father on?”

Bound