He blinked at me then laughed. “I beg your pardon? Aren’t you the one who thinks it’s just a bit of paper?”
“Yes, but I can sense how much you want it. You want a ring on your finger, and you want to see one on mine. I like that you’re possessive over it and that makes me want to do it.”
“You’re ridiculous.”
I traced a finger over the curve of his cheek, basking in the warm glow of his gaze. “Yeah, but you love me anyway. So, how about it?”
“Mr Blake, are you calling that a proposal?”
I rolled out from the bed and dropped to one knee. Then, just because I could, I grabbed his ankle and pulled him to the edge of the bed so I could settle between his thighs. “Wilder Rowan, will you marry me?”
He cupped my jaw in his hands and pressed a soft kiss against my lips. “Absolutely.”
“Good, because I think we’re stuck together for life, anyway.”
“Huh?” he said, his eyes a little dazed.
“We were inevitable.” I trailed the rings marking his forearms. The only difference was he had three on each arm, whereas I only had one. “I’m curious why you have three Souls Bounds, but I only have one.”
He looked down at the shimmering violet rings and frowned. “No idea. Guess we will have to figure it out together.”
“That we will. Now, come with me. I want to show you something.”
I grabbed his hand and pulled him towards one of the spare bedrooms.
“Where are you taking me?” he asked, his tone light and laughter easy.
“It’s still your birthday, and I got you a present.”
“Byron,” he groaned. “You didn’t have to.”
“I know, but I wanted to.” I turned to him and gave him a quick kiss. “Now, close your eyes.”
He cocked a brow. “The last time you got me a gift, I thought it was a body part.”
I snorted. “It’s definitely not an appendage, and I hope you’ll like it.”
A sliver of excitement filtered through the tether, and I knew I had him. “Close your eyes, baby. Trust me.”
“Fine,” he huffed and did as he was told.
I pushed the door open and guided him into the middle of the room. Then I placed my hands on his boxer-clad hips. “Wait here and keep your eyes closed.”
I grabbed the delicate collar I’d ordered days ago and placed it around his neck. My dick hardened in my pants at the sound ofthe click securing it in place. It was a simple silver band with a lock at the back that only I had the key to.
Fuck, I needed to see it. I needed to see the way it sat beneath that tattoo on his throat.
I walked in front of him and the pure sense of contentment radiating off him and pulsing through the tether, made my dick leak. “Open your eyes, baby.”
They focussed on me for a moment, before snapping to the shelves behind me. “Is that…?”
There were rows and rows of CDs and vinyl discs. Every single one that he’d had in his house had been carefully catalogued and replaced.
“Happy birthday, Wilder.”
“You asshole,” he cried, tears of joy filling his eyes. “You did all this? For me?”
I nodded, overwhelmed by the sensations I could feel flooding the tether. I stepped behind him, tucking my chin onto his shoulder as he took in his collection. I traced the collar around his neck, loving the way his eyes fluttered beneath my touch.