Bound (A Faery Story 1)

“So Beck is twenty-five.” Meg was a little surprised. He seemed

older, but perhaps it was his regal authority that made him seem that

way.

“My cousin turned thirty nearly three months ago,” Dante replied,

all teasing gone from his attitude. “Cian is fading. The intellectual

half is in desperate need of the bond. It is killing him to go without. If Cian fades, all that will be left is the warrior with nothing to balance

him. Beck will likely go mad. If that happens, he’ll have to be put

down.”

“That’s horrible,” Meg replied. “But how can he be sure I’m this

bond thingy?”

Now a slow smile curled the vampire’s lips. “There’s only one

way to know for sure. Tell me, sister, was it good for you?”

Meg felt her whole body flush with embarrassment. The scene in

the tent had been Beck’s way of telling if she was compatible. He’d

even told her that was what he was doing, but the thought of everyone

knowing what he’d done made her skin turn red. The vampire threw

back his head and laughed.

“You are so rude,” Meg complained. She received sympathetic

looks from the gnomes.

Dante shrugged, but the grin didn’t leave his face. “I don’t see

what’s rude about it. It’s a simple fact of life. We all like to get

fucked, sweetheart, and from what I’ve heard, old Beck there knows

how to do it right. Of course, it would be slightly different with a

bondmate. Even without the full bond, during sex, you would have a

connection with him.”

“I would feel what he felt.” Meg remembered that odd, erotic

moment when she could feel his hard-on, feel her own pussy gripping

his fingers as she came.

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