Bound (A Faery Story 1)

bonding with Cian had been so different.

“Because Beck didn’t offer you the full bond,” Cian said as

though he read her mind. He chuckled as she flashed a startled look

his way. “It was a good bet that was what you were thinking, nothing

more. I can’t read your mind. I can see images at times, but I can’t

hear your thoughts. When we make love, though, I will be able to feel

your pleasure and to give you mine.”

Meg ignored the last bit. It was best not to even go there. “So

Beck and I aren’t bonded?”

“Not fully, from what I can tell,” Cian stated as academically as

possible. “Many choose not to form a full bond with their bondmates.

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Sophie Oak

You can help Beck bridge with me without seeing his soul. I,

personally, think it’s a pussy thing to do. You’re my wife, whether

you accept it or not. I am your husband. I want you to know me, the

good and the bad. I don’t want to live my life without really knowing

my wife. I want to know what she likes and doesn’t like. I want to

know what makes her laugh. I want to know that she feels like

everyone will abandon her in the end because that’s all anyone has

ever done.”

Meg turned away because he had seen way too much. Her hands

were still shaking from the physical process of bonding.

He was suddenly behind her, winding his arms around her. His

hair was loose. She felt it on her skin. “I won’t ever leave you, wife. I

know Beckett can be hard to understand, but he is loyal. He won’t

abandon you. We’re here for you, Meg. We’re bound together

forever, wife. You’re safe with us.”

She didn’t believe that for a second. The door to the bedroom

opened, and Meg was glad for the distraction. A small brown woman