Total pages in book: 130
Estimated words: 121008 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 605(@200wpm)___ 484(@250wpm)___ 403(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 121008 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 605(@200wpm)___ 484(@250wpm)___ 403(@300wpm)
“Perfect enough to form a true triad?” Reeve asks speculatively. “You know what the legends say.”
I laugh long and hard at the thought. Legends. They’re ridiculous. They’re stories to tell children at bedtime. The legend Reeve is referring to claims that one day, a pair of symbiotic twins will be born of royal blood. They will form a triad with a mysterious bondmate, and she will allow their true powers to flow. The intellectual half, who the people call the philosopher king, will become a Green Man, bringing prosperity to the tribes. The warrior king will gain the strength of a Storm Lord. The threesome will usher in a time of great joy for the Fae. It’s a nice story, but I stopped believing in legends a long time ago.
“Don’t pin your hopes on that, my friend. Meggie is a bondmate. Nothing more. Nothing less. She’s beautiful and suits my purposes. She will save my brother and balance us. I’m not immune to the effects of not bonding at a proper age. I feel it, too. Meg can reverse those.” I hope not everyone is as prone to believing old stories as the gnome. “You mentioned a deal? What is my end of this bargain?”
Reeve is every bit the savvy businessman. “Please stay out of sight of the others until the tourney. If they realize you are fighting for the female…”
“They’ll turn tail and walk off.”
“But, if they pay their money first, we have a strict no refund policy, Your Highness,” Reeve explains.
“Fine,” I say, covering a yawn. “I’ll stay out of sight. I need a nap, anyway.”
Reeve stands and gestures to the room at the back of his office. “I had a pallet made out for just such an occasion.” I stand as the gnome frowns. “Your Highness, would you like for me to find a female for you? To take care of your needs?”
I bite back a growl. I’m still hard as a rock. “No. I can’t now. I’ve seen her, touched her. She’s mine, and that makes me hers. I’ll be fine.”
I push through the curtains and gratefully sink onto the down mattress on the floor. The curtains close and I’m alone. I hear Reeve exit the main section of the tent. I tug my boots off, thinking of what my mother told me about the bonding. Meg is mine, and the thought of another woman is now repugnant to me. I lay back and loosen my trousers. I might not want another woman, but Goddess how I want her.
I close my hand around my swollen cock. Slowly pumping up and down, I think of her luscious tits and that pretty mouth of hers. She can spew some shrewish waste out of that mouth, but she can also kiss like a goddess. Whenever she says something I don’t like, I’ll simply have to kiss her until she forgets she was ever angry with me.
My cock lengthens further as I brush my thumb across the swollen head. The small slit in the head of my dick is weeping. I use the cream to facilitate every stroke. I move from the base to the head and back, taking my time. I’m not in a hurry. While my hand works my cock, Meg plays through my head. I want to get those breasts in my hands again. I’ll palm them and gently pinch her nipples until they’re ready for my mouth. I’ll suck those ripe berries until she begs me to move lower. I will, but in my own sweet time. I’m going to learn her body. Once I have her gorgeous body between me and Cian, she’ll know the true meaning of pleasure.
But I will always make sure I am in control. It’s a vow that runs through my head all the time. Control is everything for a man like me. My father taught me. Meg is small, and I don’t want to hurt her. She won’t be able to handle my demanding nature, but I can please her all the same. Cian is going to love her. It’s been almost a year since we shared a woman. I’ve been fucking a local woman from our village. She’s lovely, but Cian can’t stand her. He refuses to have anything to do with Liadan. She’s not perfect by any means. Liadan is a bit cold. She’s a demure and perfect Fae lady. That has never done it for Cian. Cian likes a woman who gives him a bit of hell. There’s no way he’ll refuse their own sweet Meg. Cian is going to lose his mind when he sees her.
My balls squeeze, and I pick up the pace, breath laboring in and out of my chest. I squeeze my cock as it starts to swell. She’s going to taste so good. That little snack I’d had will be nothing compared to making a full meal of her. I’ll love eating that sweet pussy. I’m going to get my mouth on her, and I won’t let up until she begs and pleads that she can’t take another orgasm. A flush of sensation hits me and I know I’m close. I pound away at my cock. She’s going to taste me, too, I promise myself, and sooner than she can imagine.