Bound (A Faery Story 1)

If I’m going to pay this much for a female, then I want to be very sure

I’m getting what we need.”

Meg didn’t even think about the “we” part of that sentence

because Beck’s warm hands were trailing a path across her skin as he

looked her over. His fingertips brushed her nipples just before closing

over them. He pinched the nubs. It was just the right side of pain. Her

nipples peaked, sensitized to his touch. Meg knew she should protest,

but it had been so long since anyone had touched her. She’d been so

lonely.

When he was satisfied with her breasts, he moved around to her

exposed back. He traced the length of her spine with a single finger.

Meg shuddered with desire under his touch as his finger lightly delved

into the valley of her cheeks.

His mouth was bare centimeters from her ear. “You’re gorgeous,

love. Do you have any idea how long it’s been since I saw a woman

as fuckable as you? And, love, as to your earlier statement about

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being worried I might be hard to get away from, I promise you, you

won’t get away from me. Not ever.”

“Please,” Meg begged as her entire body went hot with wanting.

She couldn’t let this man seduce her. She had a life back home. It

wasn’t much, but it was hers. She couldn’t let herself be sold at some

marketplace to the highest bidder. “I want to go home.”

She struggled to get enough oxygen. She could feel the hard ridge

of his erection gently brushing her backside. She forced down the

impulse to beg him to use it on her. She’d never wanted a man’s touch

so much in her life.

Then he was gone, and Meg wanted to cry at the absence of his

warmth. He walked back around to her front. He seemed satisfied he