Bound (A Faery Story 1)

br /> She had survived the onslaught that bonding with him would have

caused.

Gently, Cian opened the bond between them. It was new, but Cian

was impressed with the strength of it. Her mind was tired, but

functioning. She was in a deep, dreamless sleep. Her brain needed

respite.

He leaned down and pulled her legs into a more comfortable

position. She sighed and rolled toward his warmth as though she

knew he would protect her. Cian grinned as she cuddled closer to him.

If he hadn’t just put her through hell, he would consummate his

marriage in the physical sense. He would roll her onto her back and

get between those pretty thighs of hers. He would ride her until they

both passed out from the exertion. She was his. He had seen down to

her soul. He knew she was perfect for them.

As she had gone through many of the important events of his life,

he had gone through hers. He kissed the top of her head and inhaled

her sweet smell. So many people had disappointed her. How could

they not have seen how wonderful she was? Sure she was quiet, but

her mind was quick, and she had the most delicious sense of humor.

She was sassy and independent. Her sensuality had been completely

untapped and unappreciated by the men in her life. Cian wouldn’t

make the same mistake. He was considered to be the smartest man of

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his generation. He had no intention of proving dumb when it came to

his wife. She was an amazing gift.

Cian’s hands clenched as he thought about the last little scene that

had played out in his head. He was going to kick his brother’s ass

when he returned. He was an idiot, that other half of him. Beck had

made Meg feel worse than that worthless ex-husband of hers.