Bound (A Faery Story 1)

Her mouth was a perfect O that would fit his cock when he shoved

it in. Beck was so hard. He had to get a grip if he ever wanted to walk

in that room. If he didn’t, he would end up stroking his own meat in

the flowerbeds.

“I must have forgotten, Professor Finn,” Meg said as her finger

started playing with her pussy. A wicked little smile lit her face, and

Beck felt left out. She looked at Cian like he was ten feet tall and had

just slain a dragon for her. “Sometimes I forget. Are you angry?”

“The question isn’t whether I’m angry, my lover,” Cian said, slyly

coming out of character. His head swung around, and he looked his

brother straight in the eyes. “The question is whether our peeping

Beck is enjoying the show?”

Cian looked perfectly pleased with himself, and Beck knew his

brother had been on to him for a while. Meg, on the other hand,

looked horrified. She gasped and held the shirt in front of her like a

shield. Beck sighed and picked up his pack. He stalked to the door of

his home and stepped inside. He frowned. It looked like sexy playtime

was over.

“How dare you,” Meg said, going to stand behind Cian.

Beck went from being slightly upset at getting caught peeping to

insanely jealous at the sigh

t of his woman hiding behind another man.

It didn’t matter that the other man held half of Beck’s soul. It only

mattered that Meg was seeking protection from him.

Beck forced himself to calmly put down the bag. He could be

reasonable. In Meg’s mind, she had been treated poorly. Hell, in

reality Beck had treated her poorly, but he’d had his reasons. He

would very peacefully explain to her why he had treated her as he did

and ask for another chance.

Meg had her back to him. She shoved her arms through the