Bound (A Faery Story 1)

between her breasts as Cian filled her pussy. Meg wept as their dual

pleasure flooded her senses.

Cian fell to her other side with a happy laugh. He kissed her

thoroughly while Beck rubbed his seed on her skin.

“I knew you were a pervert.” Meg chuckled. She purred under his

hands.

He brought his cream-coated fingers to her lips. “You have no

idea, wife. Open and taste.”

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Meg complied with a smile. She had created a monster, but he

was her monster. And what a sexy monster he was.

* * * *

Twenty minutes later, Meg settled against Beck’s chest in the

soaking tub Susan Dellacourt had sent as a wedding gift. It was huge

and had to be kept behind the barn. Meg had to explain to the brothers

that it was called a hot tub on her plane, and they were usually kept

outside.

Of course, hot tubs in her world didn’t have small computers

inside that automatically pulled and purified water from the nearest

source and kept the water at a perfect temperature without the aid of

electricity. It didn’t matter, she thought happily as Beck’s arms

wound around her. It worked, and it was big enough for three. Cian

sat across from her. His toes played with hers.

“I told you she was perfect,” Cian said on a sigh as he let his head

fall back.

“Not quite perfect,” Beck replied. “She seems to think she gets to

call the shots.”

“What?” Meg’s question came out as a strangled shriek. She

strained to turn her head around so she could see him. He held her