Page 176 of Bound (A Faery Story 1)
Cian had given his brother all the credit for founding their own little
kingdom. He’d explained to Meg that he had simply followed his
brother’s lead. Beck had been the one to take charge in those dark
years after losing their parents. Hearing the love and admiration for
Beck did nothing to ease the ache in Meg’s heart that he couldn’t love
her.
Meg walked slowly, not minding the early morning’s chill. It
really was beautiful here. There was a gentle mist coming up from the
pond. She saw the cows contentedly eating grass in the distance. The
sky was a soft watercolor of blues, pinks, and oranges. It was similar
to her plane, but it felt so different. Even the air here was gauzy and
sweet. The whole world seemed quiet and still. A wistful thought
stole over her. She could be happy here. Meg took a deep breath and
continued on toward the cottage.
She would be happy here. Happiness was a state of being. She
would just move to that state.
She opened the cottage door and decided to start by getting
dressed and fixing breakfast. She would battle the judgmental
chickens again, and this time she would try frying the eggs.
“Oh, god,” Meg breathed as a feeling of warmth suffused her
lower regions.
She barely managed to close the door behind her as she felt the
connection between her and Cian open. It was like someone flicked a
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switch on in her brain, and the channel had changed. She was
suddenly tuned to the Cian Channel, and it was playing porn.
He was stroking himself. She could feel it. His hand was gentle as
he stroked from the base of his cock upward, all the way to the crown
where he brushed his thumb firmly across the head. There was
