Bound (A Faery Story 1)

“Hey,” Cian said, tossing his big body on the bed.

“Though I do love him passionately,” Meg allowed.

“That’s better,” Cian said, patting the mattress beside him. “Stop

worrying about Beck, lover. He’s nervous because he knows my half

of our soul is so much prettier than his.”

“I remember our teen years, brother,” Beck snorted. “I’m sure our

poor wife was assaulted by the sheer number of your sexual

encounters.”

“It was an education,” Meg allowed with a grin.

“I was a curious lad,” Cian admitted.

“You were a pervert,” Beck shot back, but Cian’s mocking had

done its job. Beck seemed more relaxed.

Cian sat up on the bed. He crossed his legs. Beck took the

opposite position. They were near-perfect twins, and she was going to

be in the middle. She started to climb onto the bed.

“What do you think you’re doing?” Beck’s eyebrows arched in

arrogant surprise.

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“What Cian told me to do,” Meg replied. “He said I had to sit in

the middle with my legs around your waist, since you’re the one I’m

bonding with. I’ll be in the circle, touching you both so it flows from

you to me to him.”

Cian had explained how the formation of a permanent bridge

between the three would work. She would fully bond with Beck, and

then Cian would open the connection between them. Once both

brothers were connected to Meg, they would be able to tap into each

other. She was the intersection that connected their roads.

“All that’s fine, wife, but I wanted to know what you’re doing

wearing clothes when we’re alone in our bedroom.”