Bound (A Faery Story 1)

“That’s right, love,” Beck sighed. “Relax. I want your walls down.

I want to feel you, all of you.”

Meg let her walls drop away and the bond between the three of

them opened fully.

“Yes, wife. That’s what I want. Flood me with it.”

“I told you she wants this,” Cian said, pulling briefly away. “Can’t

you feel her joy?”

Once she opened the gates, she was flooded with them as well.

She felt Beck’s relief at finally letting his dominant side out. She felt

Cian’s peace at sharing her with his brother. Beck and Cian were

complete. That was what sharing her meant to them. Meg completed

them.

Beck’s hands went to the knot at the back of her head. He released

her hair. Beck wound his fingers in it and ruthlessly used it to control

her movement.

Meg moaned. She was grateful for her bound hands as Beck

began to fuck her mouth in earnest. It would have been hard not to

touch him. Now it was simple to give up her will and concentrate on

feeling.

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Beck’s thoughts assailed her. Beck loved the feel of her mouth.

He loved how tight and warm the hole was and how her lips looked as

they sucked on his cock. He was in full domination mode, and there

was nothing more beautiful to him than the sight of her complying.

He threw back his head and stopped thinking. This was what he’d

always wanted, what he’d needed and not been able to get. A deep

gratitude meshed with his desire, and it nearly brought tears to Meg’s

eyes. She felt the connection to Beck. It was what she had missed all

of her life, too.