Bound (A Faery Story 1)

“I liked it,” she said hollowly. She had until he opened his damn

mouth again. “I’m not some fragile little thing. I won’t break, Beck. I

liked it, especially at the end.”

He sighed and put a hand on her hip. “No, you didn’t. You’re just

trying to be a good wife. I’ll be more careful next time.”

“Sure.”

There wasn’t going to be a next time. The sex was incredible, but

it wasn’t worth the way he made her feel afterward. She thought what

they shared was beautiful, and he kept making it something to be

ashamed of.

He pulled her close, wrapping his thick arms around her body. He

threw a leg over hers. Meg found herself thoroughly trapped in his

embrace. She tried to pull away.

“Stay still,” he ordered quietly. “It’s cold. I’ll keep you warm.”

“And if I don’t want to be warm?” Meg squirmed against him.

“Then I’ll keep you warm anyway,” he said, his voice rough with

command.

She sighed. He was so frustrating. He was the essence of the

dominant male. It was in everything he did. Why did he deny it? Meg

settled down. There was no way she was getting away from him. He

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set his face against the nape of he

r neck. His warmth was so sweet.

Meg found herself pulled in again.

She was leaving in the morning. He had explained that he would

get up and go find them some breakfast. While he was hunting, she

would leave. Dante was wrong. It wasn’t up to her to train him. It

wasn’t up to her to teach him that it wasn’t wrong to love the way he

wanted to. He wouldn’t listen, and she would end up hating him and