Page 96 of Bound

“I won’t need it,” I say with utter certainty as I walktoward the small cabin.

The trees aren’t afraid of me. They know me. They arewaiting for me. As I approach the cabin, the vines recede quickly, unveilingthe small, dilapidated hut Cian hid them in. The sun comes out from the clouds,flooding the whole forest with bright light.

“You know, you might have a career ahead of you as alandscaper if you can do that on a regular basis.”

“I can shoot you, too, you know.” This is serious business.

Dante smiles and wisely closes his mouth.

I push open the door and immediately see my husbands. Theylie side-by-side in complete stillness. Light from one small window filters in,illuminating my men. Had I not been able to feel them in my body and soul, Iwould think they’re dead. I would weep over their lifeless bodies.

Instead, I know exactly what to do.

I place myself in between them and put a hand on each. Theirflesh is cool, and not a breath seems to come from their bodies. I’m not surehow they’re alive, only that they are, and I’m the key to wake them.

I open my mind wholly and let them invade every inch of mysoul. I sigh as the connection opens and floods through me. Everything the hagtook from Beck was safely stored in Cian. Now his magic flows through theconnection, seeking its true home. Beck receives his magic with greatsatisfaction, and Cian lets me feel his relief as he releases all he can nothandle.

When it’s over, I let my head fall forward in exhaustion. Iwant to sleep, but I have one final task.

“Come back to me,” I demand as I press my lips to Beck’s.His eyes flutter open.

“Come home, Ci.” I kiss Cian. His lips tug up. I’m rewardedwith loving, gray eyes.

It’s enough.

It’s my last thought as the world goes dark around me.

As I fall into a deep and restful sleep, their arms arethere to hold me.

I wake to bright sunlight and the wonderful smell ofbreakfast cooking. My body still aches, but it doesn’t matter. I’m home, andI’m never leaving again. Tears prick at my eyes.

This is home. I searched for it all my life. I just neverrealized home isn’t a place. Home is a person—two in fact. Home is Beck andCian.

I force myself to sit up. Voices filter in from the livingroom.

“What do you think she does with this?” Beck asks.

“It’s underwear, idiot,” Dante cracks.

Cian’s voice sounds sweet to my ears. “It’s pretty, but Ican see through it.”

“That’s the point,” Dante replies. “Seriously, you twoshould have spent more time on my plane. If you would have come with me on mytours of the better brothels, you would know all this stuff. Don’t put that onyour head. It’s a bra.”

I get to my feet. Though I’m unsteady, I’m not staying apartfrom them one moment more than I have to. I pull my robe around me and walk outof the bedroom. Sure enough, Beck is holding my super-sexy demi-cup Victoria’sSecret bra.

“What are you boys doing pawing through my undies?”

“Megan.” Beck tosses the bra aside.

He crosses the room in two strides and pulls me into hisarms. His mouth is on mine in an instant. His tongue invades, and his mindreaches out to mine. I open myself and exchange my love for his.

Cian’s arms go around my waist. “Don’t ever leave us again,wife.”

I smile and turn to look at him. “I won’t. You get intotrouble when I’m gone.”

I press my lips to Ci’s and find myself pleasantly squishedbetween their big bodies. I never feel safer than when I’m surrounded by them.

“It was awesome, Meg,” Dante says, laughing. “You shouldhave seen them when we walked by Liadan’s corpse. She was all shriveled andshit. Beck went green.”