Bound (A Faery Story 1)

“I want a yes, Meg,” Beck said quietly. “I want a yes, but before

you say it, know that you can’t take it back. Once you say yes, I won’t

ever let you go. You’ll fight me every day for control. I’ll try my

damndest to make decisions for you. I can’t help what I am. Cian will

balance me by being the biggest pussy on the plane when it comes to

you.”

Cian grinned. “I have no shame about that.”

Meg’s heart swelled with love for them. It was hard because they

were really one person in two bodies, their personalities stronger for

it. Beck had to struggle with his own instincts because all the pieces

that would balance him were in Cian. Cian felt weak and often

unappreciated because the arrogance was mostly housed in Beck. She

could help them once they bonded fully. They needed her.

“Yes, Beck,” she said without hesitation. “Though I think you’ll

find me more difficult to deal with than you imagine. But, I promise

when we’re intimate, I will be your perfect little slave.”

A happy little smile curled around his sensual mouth. “I’ll try to

take more, wife. I’m a bloody selfish bastard.”

Meg leaned forward. “You’re welcome to try, husband.”

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He kissed her roughly. “I promise I will. Now, you have a duty to

us, wife. You will wash your husbands’ hair, and then we’ll join the

villagers. I assume there’s a party. When I’m away, Ci always throws

a party.”

Cian was already getting his hair wet. “The ale is already flowing

freely, brother.”

Beck shook his head. “We’ll partake, then. I want the villagers to

see how happy our bride has made us. Then, later tonight, we bond.

All three of us.”