“That’s a good sign, isn’t it? That he’s got a pet name for me?” I hoped Bishop agreed. Hope wasn’t usually part of my repertoire, so it felt a little…odd.
“Byron, yes it’s a good thing, but you drugged him. Surely that’s going to piss him off?”
“I don’t know,” I mused. “I actually think he’s going to get some real sleep.”
“And people say you’re the crazy one,” he scoffed. “Wilder might not say it again willingly.”
My twin was right, but I knew something that would make him mine forever and mark this momentous moment between us. “Thanks, little brother. You’re the best, but I’ve got to go now.”
“Wait. Byron. Don’t do something stup—”
I hung up. I didn’t need to hear whatever he was going to say. I had a new goal, and it was going to consume my focus until I’d completed it.
I dialled Quill, and the guy answered on the third ring.
“Yoh, Byron, my man. How ya doing, Killer?”
I rolled my eyes and got straight to the point. I was not in the mood for small talk. “You wouldn’t happen to be a guest at the Morozov Christmas party, would you? And do you have your gun with you?”
He paused. “Yes, and I have my travel kit in my truck.”
“Great. Meet me in my suite in ten minutes.”
“Byron, I—”
I wasn’t about to listen to a list of reasons why this was potentially a bad idea and I was sure that Quill would have a number of them, but he had a weakness that I was about to exploit to get what I wanted. He would hate me for it, but he’d agree because it was an offer he couldn’t refuse.
I untangled myself from Wilder and scooped him up into my arms. He was a dead weight and his head flopped to my shoulder, a contented little sigh falling from between his lips.I couldn’t wait to learn all the sounds he made. The sighs, the whimpers and all the screams.
I had been dubious about the magic potion working as described because Wilder was powerful and had a lot of magic to suppress. I at least expected there to be some side-effects, but it worked perfectly. I shouldn’t have doubted Astrid.
I placed Wilder on my bed and set about cuffing his limbs to the corners of it. I didn’t want him to wake up and think he could escape me. I’d had a room at the Morozov Mansion since Damyr brought me into the fold a few years ago and he said that I had a home here for as long as I needed. It was handy for when I needed to be near the family, but I preferred to stay in my own space. I had an apartment in the city, a house in the country and my own private island.
Murder definitely paid well.
Once I knew Wilder was secure and not about to flee as soon as he came back to the land of the living, I hopped up onto the bed and straddled his waist. His lean hips dug into the underside of my thighs as I untucked his shirt and ripped it open.
Holy fucking shit.
That goddamn view.
I traced my fingers over the dips and peaks of his abs, burning the feeling of them into my memory. I leant down and licked my tongue across the length of his collarbone, unable to resist the call of his creamy skin. Fuck, he tasted good. Like decadence and temptation and a calling to sin. I sank my teeth into the meat of his shoulder, just because I could. I wanted to see how pink his skin would go when I marked it.
The imprint of my teeth stared back at me as a soft sigh left Wilder’s lips. His dick twitched beneath me, and I wondered whether it would be possible to make him cum while he was unconscious.
Fuck, it was so tempting. To be able to do whatever the fuck I wanted to him and he’d be so defenceless, so completely in my power.
A sharp knock at the door interrupted my spiralling thoughts and a thrill of excitement sprung to life in my veins. I clambered off my sleeping angel and lunged towards the door.
Quill stood there, a wary expression on his face and a large black case in his hand.
“Why am I here?” he grumbled as he stepped across the threshold. His long brown hair was tied up in a bun on the top of his head, and his thick beard was sporting some baubles and glitter. He looked like a Christmas elf had taken a shit on his face.
“Because I want you to tattoo someone.”
He followed me into my bedroom but stopped immediately when he saw Wilder.
“Is he dead?”