Page 37 of Bound and Beguiled

“Say! Thank! You!”

“Thank you!” I wailed, incandescent from the power of the orgasm buffeting me.

“Godsfuckingdamn.” Khalon muttered. The door opened again. “Bunny!” he shouted, then there was a slap, a giggle, and two sets of footsteps hurried up the stairs—one light, one hard and predatory.

“That’s my girl,” Kynan groaned. “Shit, you feel too good.” His fingers flexed, pulling me tight against him, and he cursed, each bitten off snarl accompanied by a burst of wet heat deep in my cunt.

I was a sloppy mess on every level. Cum, sweat, and spit dripped from my body. Ecstasy, pride, contentment, and shock swirled around my mind. And my heart...I couldn’t put words to what filled my heart, but it was bright, and huge, and good.

Eventually Kynan sagged, panting. A moment later the pressure holding me in place evaporated, and I found myself sitting cradled on his lap, my cheek pressed to his chest. The drumbeat of his heart gradually slowed, and I breathed deeply as mine followed suit.

“Here. Give me your hand.” Tenderly, Kynan unbuckled the cuffs from my wrists, letting my bands fall back into place. I laughed a little when he slid the scraps that used to be my shirt and bra off, and he winked, massaging my wrists and hands with gentle fingers.

I stopped him when he reached for my collar, pressing my own fingers against it protectively.

“Can I keep it on?”

“Of course.” His eyes were warm and he held me close, the two of us our own little bubble of peace and quiet.

I ran a finger over one of the cuffs, wonderingly. They were stunning. A matching set, they weren’t the standard simple strap of leather, nor were they the sparkling decadence that decorated Sir BurrRuss’ tiny necks. Backed by soft black suede, the red leather fronts were woven with a strip of black, inset with shining black rivets and O-rings.

Practical and complex, beautiful and unique, I loved them more than anything I’d ever worn.

“Are these...for me?” I held my breath, knowing too much hope was a dangerous thing, but unable to extinguish the glow burning in my heart.

“Only and always for you,” Kynan said. Tracing a finger over the edge of my collar, he hooked it into the center ring. “Do you like them?”

“So much,” I whispered, arching up and kissing his smiling lips.

We cuddled like that for a few minutes. When the music from the bar died down—replaced by a low, thumping beat from the speakers—we both stirred.

“Ready to go back out,cariad bach?”

I nodded, thinking wistfully of gathering up the others and spending the rest of the night cuddled in bed instead. But there was work to do and promises to keep. We’d get there eventually.

Kynan helped me to my feet, chuckling at the face I made as I pulled my not exactly dry jeans up over the squishy mess of my crotch. I’d had underwear, but I couldn’t find them anywhere, and Kynan just gave me big innocent eyes when I asked him about them.

The door opened long enough for a Broken Crown tee shirt to fly in, obviously “liberated” from the bar’s merchandise display. I was pulling it over my head when I remembered a question I’d been too distracted to ask earlier.

“What does that mean,cariad bach?” I pronounced the unfamiliar words as he had,car-ee-odd bahk, the last word sounding a lot like the Scottish “loch”.

Kynan’s smile was crooked as he took my hand in his, leading me into the Broken Crown, where a whole crowd of bikers had just listened to me getting my brains fucked out.

“It means little love.”

I blushed, feeling like a cloud of butterflies had appeared in my chest.

Kynan groaned, pulling me close for another kiss. Around us, the bikers whooped and cheered. “Stop being so damned adorable, woman. I have to work.”

“I...have to work too,” I said dazedly, staring at his lips. Maybe just one more kiss.

“Uh-uh,” he disagreed. “Your break’s not over yet. Pet!”

His suddenly raised voice made me jump, and I craned my head around, finding Emyr watching us from the nearby pool tables.

“I made you a snack,” Kynan called to the other fae. “Come eat it while it’s still hot.”

His hand slipped between my legs, palm rocking over my clit, and I gasped. The mess of cum leaking out of me squished, soaking into the denim.

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