Page 5 of Bound

I float down from the crazy high he’s given me, suddenlyaware that Beck has pulled his fingers from my pussy and wrapped both armsaround me. Tenderness. I need this, too. He hugs me to his hard body. This hasto be the best wet dream ever. I let my head rest against his shoulder. I’venever come so fast and so hard.

It’s a sweet dream, and I want to hold on to it. Any minutethe alarm will go off, and I’ll have to face another day at the Software 4 Ustore. Being Beck’s love slave is much more interesting.

Beck kisses me one last time, his mouth playing sweetlyagainst mine. He seems as satisfied as I am, though he can’t possibly be. Hishands play with my breasts for a moment, and I can feel my own juice on myskin. He brings his right hand up to his mouth and sucks his fingers in,licking my cream and sending another thrill of longing through me. He finallyplaces an almost chaste kiss on the tip of my nose and steps back.

“Aye, love, you’ll do.” With that, he starts for the door.

Okay, that was a perfectly unimpressive bit of wooing. Mysubconscious needs to work harder. I’m utterly overwhelmed by what we shared,and he tells me I’ll do?

Damn it, even the men in my dreams are unromantic.

“Seriously, that’s what I get? You’ll do?” I’mfeeling saucy after our encounter. Apparently there’s nothing like a greatorgasm to get me feisty. I don’t feel like taking this from him. I feel liketrying again. “Send in the next guy. We’ll see if he can do better.”

The next guy might be even hotter. He’ll be French or maybeItalian.

Beck turns around, and I find myself shrinking back again.His gray eyes are as hard as stones, and his demeanor changes from lazy tomenacing in a heartbeat. “What did you say?”

The question is a challenge. The chill in his voice almostmakes me shiver.

“Nothing.” A healthy sense of self-preservation kicks intofull throttle now as Beck stalks back toward me.

“Excellent. Best you say nothing right now if you can’t saysomething sweet.” Beck’s entire body is rigid, every muscle screaming hisfrustration. “I’m exhausted. I rode all night to get here before thetournament. I’ve eaten very little, and now I’m horny as hell. I am not in agood mood. You have no idea the trouble you’re going to cause me.”

I hold my head up. The last thing I need is to be told howmuch trouble I am. I know. I’ve been told my whole life by a mother and fatherwho hadn’t really wanted me and a husband who felt the same. I might be inchains, but I hold on to my pride. Sometimes I think it’s all I really have. “Iwouldn’t want to cause you any trouble. Please feel free to not purchase me.”

Beck sighs, and I can sense the weariness in him. Thatconnection I’d felt during sex seems like it’s still open. His emotions arealmost palpable. His tiredness goes far past the physical. That wearinessinvades his soul. His shoulders slump slightly forward. The sudden desire towrap my arms around him almost overwhelms me. I want to lend him my strength.

“I’ve waited years for this day,” he explains in anemotionless voice. “You cannot understand the joy I should feel at finding you.If there was any other choice, I would walk away. I can offer you nothing. I’mgoing to spend the last of my gold entering the tournament. I won’t even havethe money to feed you. If I had an ounce of pride left, I would let you go, butmy brother is dying. I can’t allow that to happen. You’re the only one who cansave him. I swear on everything I am that I will find a way to take care ofyou.”

He turns to leave. Tears well in my eyes. I don’t understandeverything he’s said, but I know he means every word of it. Even in chains andterrified for my life, I feel safe with this man. Somehow, I’d formed a strangeconnection with him in those moments his hands had been on my body. “Stop.”

Beck turns, his stance wary. He’s waiting for me to yell athim again. I can feel that, too. I can’t blame him. I’ve been a bit difficult.

“My name is Meg,” I say softly.

He rewards me with a slight curling of his lips. Hispitch-black hair is gathered in a ponytail at the nape of his neck. I wonderhow it would feel flowing all around me. “I like that, Meg. I’ll call you myown sweet Meggie.”

“If I help you with your brother, will you let me go home?”

The smile dies, and I wish I hadn’t asked the question. “Itold you, I’m your home now, me and Cian. There’s no way back. Even if therewas, I wouldn’t let you take it.”

So this dream is going to continue. I have to admit, I’mintrigued. Somewhere in the middle of our intimacy, I’d even forgotten I’mdreaming. “Are you going to buy me now?”

Beck shakes his head. “It’s not like that. This is atourney. The gnomes make more money this way. Every male who wants to purchaseyou buys into the tourney. We then fight until there’s only one left standing.That man will be your master.”

“But what if you don’t win?” The thought horrifies me. Thereare other men? How bad will they be? At least Beck has proven he can besomewhat kind.

A slow, intensely confident smile splits his gorgeous face.“Don’t go worrying. I always win.”

He strides out of the tent, letting the heavy curtain fallback into place, and I’m alone again.

What is happening and why does it seem so damn real? What ifthis isn’t a weird dream? What if that creature I caught glimpses of took me tosome strange place? The people seem to speak English, but there had been thatstrange lilting language as well. Gaelic, Reeve had said.

Maybe I’m in Ireland or Scotland. I’m pretty sure I hit myhead when I was kidnapped.

My stomach churns. Have I been kidnapped?

I force my head up as a petite woman enters the room with apitcher and washcloths. It’s weird but I’m getting used to being bathed by tooshort women. They grow them small here. If she’s like the others, the littlewoman will be professional and gentle. I should be happy she’s here, humming asshe goes about her work. Beck left the evidence of my orgasm all over my thighsand pussy. It would be rather embarrassing for someone else to come in and findme covered in my own juices.