Page 115 of Pucking Them
“Eden may have less friends than Shay but he has deeper friendships. For someone who believes that he doesn’t understand friendship, he sure has a way of making a small group of people claim him as their honorary brother.”
“Like you.”
“For my sins.”
I smile. “At least by holding the party here, the environment will be familiar to Eden. That will reduce his stress. We could set up the library and our bedroom to be quiet spaces, where he knows that he can safely retreat if the rest of the party becomes too much.”
“Because Shay will definitely love the rest of the party to be as wild and raucous as possible.”
“They may be twins and share a birthday, but I need them to see that we both love andseethem both. I know that my Phoenix doesn’t think I see him like that. But sometimes, I wonder if Shay doesn’t too. I need them to understand that I know they’re different people and I love them for it.”
“We’ll have to buy them something special.” D’Angelo’s gaze slides away from me.
He’s already imagining something.
Is it wicked or…?
Wait, has he already bought something?
Suddenly, an image slams through me of what I want.
Shay naked on his knees in front of me, looking up through his golden tumble of hair. Kneeling with his back straight and his hands on his lap like D’Angelo has taught him as a good sub. Starlight lighting his ice-white skin. Then his winter gray eyes gleaming with joy, as I buckle a leather collar around his pale throat.
As I prove to him that I am his dom just like D’Angelo is.
I can see it so fucking vividly.
I shiver.
“I want to offer Shay my collar,” I burst out.
Then I sit up sharply, staring over my shoulder at the closed bathroom door.
Shit, did I say that too loudly? Did Shay hear?
Luckily, I can still hear the shower running and Shay belting out the British glam rock “I Believe in a Thing Called Love” by The Darkness.
I’d love to watch him singthatat our next karaoke night.
D’Angelo sits up, leaning on his elbow. “Want to say that any louder? I don’t think Eden heard down in the kitchen.”
I turn back to D’Angelo, frowning. “I could bite the words onto your ass. Would that help?”
“I’d prefer it if youkissedthe words there. Better yet, do you mean them?”
I nod.
D’Angelo smiles. “Our lucky pet. Then we can offer him our collar together.”
My heart skips a beat. Excitement washes through me.
“Wait, you mean that?” I light with a sudden desperate need like even my skin is electrified with it. I didn’t know that I needed this as much as I do, until I voiced it. But now, how can I live without it?Without Shay being mine?“We could offer him a collar together.”
D’Angelo pushes himself up, taking my hands between his.
Shocked, I watch as his expression becomes unexpectedly serious.
He strokes circles into the back of my hand. “A collaring is more serious in our community than a wedding ceremony. It’s more than a romantic gesture or a piece of legal paperwork. It declares to everyone that Shay belongs to us. Our pet will have both earned and chosen the collar. We need a day collar that is discrete and comfortable, as I am talking about a 24/7 relationship. It needs to be able to pass as regular jewelry to most people but will have special meaning to us. If he accepts, then we will still need a lot of negotiation, before we hold a collaring ceremony. At least, if you both want a ceremony. I know that I would adore one.”
