“Good morning, Starshine. Merry Christmas.”
Reality came flooding back in horrific waves.
Byron.
The ring.
The kiss.
The fucking needle.
I turned my head and found Byron staring at me with a dopey grin on his face. Did he even sleep?
I went to sit up but found that I couldn’t move. I glanced down at my feet and discovered that my clothes had disappeared. I still had my boxers on, but I was spread eagle with cuffs around my ankles and wrists.
“What the fuck, Byron?” I growled out. “Untie me. Now.”
“But it’s Christmas, and I have a gift for you,” he said as he rolled over, lying on top of me and tangling his legs with mine. Fuck, he was only in his boxers and the feel of his skin brushing against mine was…intoxicating.
I took a deep breath.
Don’t get hard. Don’t get hard. Don’t get hard.
If I said it enough, it’d work, right?
“I don’t want any more gifts from you,” I said, trying to ignore how sexy he looked with his hair all mussed up from sleep. Worryingly, he had another bandage on his shoulder and a large bruise along his side. Was that from the vampires he’d been chasing?
Byron pouted, and nope, I was not going to enjoy that.
“But I think you’ll like this one.” He braced his hands on my chest and pushed himself up to a sitting position.
Directly over my cock.
“Mmm, baby. Are you enjoying this?” he purred.
“No,” I gritted out.
He laughed and rocked his hips over mine. My traitorous cock hardened beneath him, and there was no denying the effect he was having on me.
“Don’t lie to me, Wilder,” he said as he brushed his thumb over my bottom lip.
“Let me go.” My magic spluttered and died out in my veins, like an engine ticking over. I could feel it but couldn’t quite reach it.
He leant down and swirled his tongue around my nipple. I gasped as my back arched towards him, chasing his touch. My fingers clenched and unclenched, trying to grip something but only found air.
“Byron,” I moaned, his name passing my lips before I could swallow it down.
“Yes, baby?”
“Stop calling me that,” I said breathlessly as he swiped his tongue over my carotid artery. Then he sank his teeth into the side of my neck and bit down.
I hissed at the sharp pain, and my hips bucked.
Holy hell.
Byron was going to devour me. And part of my brain was absolutely on board with that.
“But youlikethe way I call you ‘baby’,” he rasped, looking down at me with a coolness in his eyes that felt at odds with the way his hard dick pressed against mine. He looked so calm, but I could sense the fire lurking beneath the surface. “Are you afraid of me?”