Bound (A Faery Story 1)

Cian had given his brother all the credit for founding their own little

kingdom. He’d explained to Meg that he had simply followed his

brother’s lead. Beck had been the one to take charge in those dark

years after losing their parents. Hearing the love and admiration for

Beck did nothing to ease the ache in Meg’s heart that he couldn’t love

her.

Meg walked slowly, not minding the early morning’s chill. It

really was beautiful here. There was a gentle mist coming up from the

pond. She saw the cows contentedly eating grass in the distance. The

sky was a soft watercolor of blues, pinks, and oranges. It was similar

to her plane, but it felt so different. Even the air here was gauzy and

sweet. The whole world seemed quiet and still. A wistful thought

stole over her. She could be happy here. Meg took a deep breath and

continued on toward the cottage.

She would be happy here. Happiness was a state of being. She

would just move to that state.

She opened the cottage door and decided to start by getting

dressed and fixing breakfast. She would battle the judgmental

chickens again, and this time she would try frying the eggs.

“Oh, god,” Meg breathed as a feeling of warmth suffused her

lower regions.

She barely managed to close the door behind her as she felt the

connection between her and Cian open. It was like someone flicked a

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switch on in her brain, and the channel had changed. She was

suddenly tuned to the Cian Channel, and it was playing porn.

He was stroking himself. She could feel it. His hand was gentle as

he stroked from the base of his cock upward, all the way to the crown

where he brushed his thumb firmly across the head. There was