Bound (A Faery Story 1)

them that Meg had a backbone of pure steel.

She had held out for two pounds of coffee, a bolt of some sort of

blue fabric she called satin, a six-pack of something she called Dr

Pepper, and a pair of brown boots she said reminded her of Uggs.

Cian didn’t know what Uggs were, but the boots looked warm.

Altogether, it had been a phenomenally good deal.

Cian would have been really impressed if he hadn’t been so damn

sexually frustrated. His wife handled the goblins with pure diplomatic

grace. She had known when to be charming and when to beat the

goblins over the head with her fists. She had negotiated to give the

goblins a second shipment of cookies in exchange for a set of sheets.

She was very excited about the thread count. Cian didn’t know what

that meant. The other part of the deal was something she had

designated as a player to be named later. Again, nothing Cian

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understood, but if it got him out of these caves and into her bed, he

would support the deal all day long.

He was supposed to be the intellectual half. He should have been

extremely interested in the negotiations. But today, he couldn’t take

his eyes off his wife’s breasts. He was going to see them, touch them,

get them in his mouth. His cock swelled again, and Cian had had

enough.

“I am very interested in chocolate,” Meg was saying to the small

goblin who served as a clerk. He was writing down the Seelie

Queen’s demands. “It’s sweet and brown. You’ll find it in bars. It’s

bitter in powder form. I’ll take that, too. Surely, some other plane has

to have discovered chocolate.”

“I will ask around, Your Highness,” the goblin promised.

Cian reached over and took his wife’s hand. If he let her, she