Bound (A Faery Story 1)

“No.” Beck sensed her hesitation. It worried him. Growing up on

the human plane probably hadn’t prepared her for the reality of taking

on two husbands. “Cian can form the bond without intercourse. I

could have, too. I just lost my head. I pushed you.”

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“Don’t apologize again, please,” she said with a sigh. “I have fond

memories of that arena, even if you don’t.” Beck wasn’t sure what to

make of that, but she continued without explaining herself. “I’m just

not sure what I think of sleeping with two men, even if they do look a

lot alike.”

Beck snorted. “We’re identical, Meggie. Our own mother had

trouble telling us apart until we opened our mouths.”

Her cute little nose wrinkled. “I guess you look that way at first,

but I can tell.” She got up and eased herself into his lap. Her hands

framed his face. “You have a small scar right here.” She leaned over

and feathered a kiss above his left eye. “And your mouth,” she said as

she lightly kissed his lips, “is a little bit wider than Cian’s.”

“Is it now?” Beck asked as his heart started to pound. His blood

worked its way from his brain down to his cock. Her lips were petal-

soft against his. Everything about his Meggie was soft and sweet.

Goddess, how had he come to need her so much in so short a time?

Meg nodded. “Cian’s hair is slightly longer than yours, and his

eyes are a shade darker.”

“I don’t think anyone has ever noticed that.” Beck tried to stay

focused on what she was saying. It was hard because she was wearing

one of his old shirts as a night gown, and he could see the swell of her

breasts. If she moved just a little to the right, he might be able to see

her nipple. He loved that she was wearing something of his. It marked

her as his wife, his lover.