Bound (A Faery Story 1)

and this time he wouldn’t get up for anything. He would be stalwart.

He would fade, and the world would be a better place. He walked

around to the front of the cottage. He would bolt all the doors.

“Beck?”

It was another feminine voice that pulled him away from his

mission, but this one he didn’t recognize. He looked down and saw a

petite, curvy woman with a mass of wavy brown hair. It wasn’t

brown. There was red and blonde in it, too. It was a glorious auburn.

The lighter places caught the late afternoon light and sparkled. It was

beautiful and a little wild. A proper Fae lady would never wear her

hair so wild. Her clothes were travelling clothes, and they weren’t

perfectly proper either. She had left the top of the neck unbuttoned.

Cian was fascinated by her creamy skin. He could see the soft rise of

her breasts. She was beautiful.

“No, sweetheart,” a very familiar voice corrected her. Cian

recalled that his cousin had shown up last night, riding that flying

vehicle of his. Cian used to love to ride on the back of it. Dante had

thrown a fit when he tried to take it apart, though. “That’s not Beck.”

“Leave me alone,” Cian said, trying to take his eyes off the lovely

woman in front of him. There was nothing cold about that one. Her

hazel eyes were looking up at him with great concern. Those eyes

pulled at him. Still, he heard himself talking to his cousin. “Go away,

Dante. I have to go to bed. I’m tired.”

Dante’s sigh told of his weariness of the subject. “Not again.”

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Sophie Oak

The woman reached out and put her hand to his chest. Her skin

was warm after the chill of the pond. “No, Cian. You need to get dry,

and I need to brush out your hair. It’s a mess. It hasn’t been brushed

in weeks, it looks like.”