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  Bonus Epilogue

  In all Avi’s life, he’d never imagined he’d get to live out this particular fantasy. Felix stood before him, wearing a black corset, silk panties, and stiletto boots that should have been registered as actual weapons. They were in the sex dungeon, Avi on his stomach, naked, anchored to the four points of the bed with just enough give to cant his hips if Felix demanded it.

  When Felix walked to the foot of the bed, Avi pressed his face against the silk, nosing along the ridge of his cock. “Fuck, you smell amazing.”

  Felix gave him a knowing smile. “I know.”

  He threaded his fingers through Avi’s hair, holding his head in place as he worked his length against Avi’s lips through the barely-there scrap of fabric before crouching down to kiss him deeply. “Look at me.”

  Avi forced his eyes open, groaning when he looked at Felix. He was so fucking beautiful. “Who do you belong to?” he crooned.

  “You,” Avi said like a prayer.

  Felix licked the seam of Avi’s lips. “Tell me you love me.”

  “I love you,” Avi swore, breathless.

  Felix gave him that soft, slow smile before leaning down to bite his lip hard enough to make him bleed. “Say it again.”

  “I love you.”

  Felix forced two fingers between Avi’s lips. “Suck.”

  Avi did, pushing his tongue between his fingers, sucking them with the same enthusiasm he’d give any other appendage Felix presented him with.

  Felix ran his tongue along the shell of Avi’s ear. “Tell me you’d do anything for me.”

  “You know I’d kill for you,” Avi rasped, his hips working against the leather cushion that made up the ‘mattress.’

  Felix pulled his fingers free and slapped him hard enough to make Avi’s cock throb. “Stop that.”

  Avi groaned but complied, warming when Felix said, “Good boy.”

  “Your good boy,” Avi heard himself say.

  Felix combed his fingers through Avi’s hair. “My good boy,” he crooned. “Up on your knees for me, good boy.”

  Avi did as Felix asked, feeling completely helpless with his ass in the air. Not that there was really any part of each other’s bodies they weren’t intimately familiar with at this point.

  Still, this was the one thing they hadn’t done. The one line they had waited to cross, not because they thought it would change anything, but because Felix loved using Avi hard, loved barking orders at him while Avi pounded into him.

  But this was all Avi had wanted for their one year anniversary. Felix inside him. Up until this moment, Felix had sounded unsure, worried he would do something wrong or that it would be over in an instant. But the truth was, none of that even mattered. Avi just wanted to be owned by Felix. Wanted to know what it felt like to be possessed so deeply by him that he left part of himself inside.

  He expected pain. That was what he’d asked for. Fire trailed across his skin as Felix slapped his ass, then soothed it with a caress. Avi moaned as Felix smacked him again on the other side. “More.”

  “You don’t make the rules,” Felix murmured but rewarded him with a hard slap that grazed his balls, sending the most exquisite pain raging through him.

  “Oh, fuck, yes.”

  Felix’s nails raked over his ass, sharp as claws. Goosebumps erupted along Avi’s whole body. His ass had to have been covered in handprints and scratches. His cock throbbed at the thought, but there was nothing he could do with his ass in the air, not even work himself against the bed.

  “More. Touch me.”

  What he’d asked for was pain, but what he got was the flat of Felix’s tongue licking him from his balls to his hole.

  “Jesus.”

  “Not quite,” Felix teased, doing it again, this time wrapping his hand around Avi’s cock to work him in time with his probing tongue.

  Avi wasn’t about to be mad at this turn of events. How could he when it just felt so fucking good? But then it was gone, replaced by another hard smack that left him literally leaking into Felix’s hand.

  “You really do need the pain,” Felix whispered.

  “I just need you,” Avi promised, heart racing as he heard the telltale click of Felix’s knife.

  Felix gripped his ass, massaging it for a moment before he said, “One for each year.”

  He’d made Felix promise. Once a year, on their anniversary, he’d mark him, cut him deep enough to scar, so that some day he’d have a tactile reminder of their years together.

  “Please,” Avi whispered.

  He hissed as Felix dragged the blade along his cheek, then leaned down to lick the blood welling from the cut, his saliva somehow burning and soothing at the same time. Avi groaned, cock leaking at the thought of Felix licking his wounds.

  Then the knife was gone, Felix’s fingers moving over his entrance, slipping two slick fingers inside without warning, forcing the air from his lungs. “Fuck.”

  “We’re getting there,” Felix teased, though his voice was trembling just a bit.

  It burned, then ached, then felt like not nearly enough, but when Avi looked over his shoulder at Felix, he seemed transfixed, eyes locked on where their bodies were joined, bottom lip caught between his lip as he fingered him open.

  “I’m ready,” Avi said.

  “I didn’t ask,” Felix replied, twisting his fingers in a way that had Avi’s toes curling.

  “Please,” Avi whispered.

  Suddenly, Felix’s fingers were gone, replaced by his cock sliding against the groove of his ass. Avi canted his hips as if he could somehow trick Felix into entering him, but he was being stubbornly evasive.

  “Kitten,” he groaned.

  Felix let out a shaky breath, breaking character long enough to murmur, “This is going to be over in seconds.”

  Avi chuckled. “Then we can just do it again later.”

  Avi liked being all of Felix’s firsts. If he could reverse time and go back and be his first kiss, he probably would have done that, too. Hell, he might have volunteered to be his first kill. He was always so greedy for Felix, could never get enough of him. He was perfection in every sense of the word.

  When Felix finally pressed inside, Avi moaned, his body accepting him easily, like even it knew all of him belonged to Felix. When he was all the way inside, he stopped. Avi could feel him breathing hard, like he was fighting for control. Avi got it. Every time he slid inside Felix, he had to fight to keep from coming on the spot. He was so tight, gripping him in the heat of his body.

  Felix wrapped his hands around Avi’s hips, nails digging into his skin before pulling almost all the way out and snapping his hips back in, both of them groaning in tandem. “You’re doing so fucking good, kitten.”

  “Are you fucking patronizing me?” Felix asked, snapping his hips again, the head of his cock grazing Avi’s prostate in a way that had him hearing color.

  “Holy fuck,” Avi gasped. “Do that again, please.”

  “Yeah?” Felix asked, shifting just the tiniest bit.

  The next thrust had Avi’s eyes rolling behind his lids, and he pushed his hips back, hoping to entice Felix into moving faster. But he didn’t really need the incentive, it seemed. Every time Felix drove his hips forward, he made his own helpless noises, like they were both getting exactly what they needed.

  It was a good thing he was tied up because if Avi had his way, he would have put Felix on his back and rode him in a way that probably would have put them both in the hospital. But this was good, too. So good, fucking amazing. Holy fucking fuck, why had he never done this before levels of hot.

  He could feel his neglected cock throbbing, his hands gripping the sheets with the same enthusiasm as Felix’s nails as they shredded whatever skin they came in contact with. Felix cried out then, his hips grinding against Avi’s ass as he emptied himself inside him.

  Before Avi could really mourn the loss, Felix’s sticky fist was wrapping around him, jerking him while still inside him—steady, sure strokes that only came from intimately knowing someone’s body as well as his own. Felix knew just what Avi liked, what he needed.

  When he slipped free of Avi, he worked three fingers inside in his place, grinding down on his prostate until Avi made a sound he wasn’t even sure was human, coming harder than he ever had in his whole life before collapsing onto the bed in the mess he’d made.

  Felix fell on top of him, breathing heavy. “That was fun,” he managed. “But I think I’m better at receiving than giving.”

  Avi gave a breathless laugh. “Oh, not true, kitten. Not true at all. You have many, many talents.”

  “Really?” Felix asked hesitantly.

  “Do I ever lie to you?”

  “No,” Felix said. “You never do.”

  “Then believe me when I tell you that you rocked my world.”

  Felix snickered. “You’re an idiot.”

  Felix undid Avi’s bindings before walking to the bathroom. Avi heard him washing his hands, returning with the first aid kit they kept on the countertop for quick fixes after playtime. Zane and Asa needed it far more than Avi and Felix, but when Avi needed his blade, like tonight, it was better to take care of the wound on the spot.

  Felix cleaned Avi’s cut with the lights on. Avi watched him wince as he looked at the gash on his ass cheek. “I think I went too deep. You might need a stitch or two?”

  Avi barked out a laugh. “I’m not calling my brother and asking him to stitch this up, so either you need to ge

t real good at stitches or we just use the steri-strips in there to tack it closed and hope for the best.” When Felix hesitated, Avi said, “Do you want to have that conversation with your brother? Who is married to my brother? Do you want a lecture for our anniversary?”

  Felix sighed. “No. Definitely not. I’ll use the surgical glue instead.”

  “That stuff stings like a bitch.”

  “I know you love it, you freak,” Felix teased, holding the wound closed until the glue dried. He then used the spray they kept on the shelf to wipe down the leather bed so it didn’t look like a crime scene for the housekeeper in the morning.

  When he was finished, he looked at Avi, gaze raking over his naked body with renewed interest. “Shower?”

  Avi stood, snagging Felix around the thighs and lifting him and carrying him to the bathroom like he was nothing. “Any excuse to stay naked with you, kitten.”

  When they entered the bathroom, Avi put him down, looking at himself in the mirror, seeing the blood painting his thighs and dick. “Did you jerk me off with my own blood, kitten?”

  Felix reached in and turned on the shower, testing the water, arching one imperious brow. “I did a lot of things with your blood. It’s organic. Get in the shower.”

  They washed each other slowly, kissing until they forgot all about cleanliness and were just making out under the spray. When they finally exited the shower, Felix asked, “Do we go to bed or go find Asa and Zane?”

  “You want to go hang out with Asa and Zane on our anniversary?” Avi asked.

  “Don’t you?” Felix countered.

  Avi grinned. “Yeah, definitely.”

  “Are they…”

  Avi closed his eyes, searching for his brother’s consciousness in the house. “No, they’re done fucking.”

  As they passed their bedroom, Felix called, “Who wants wedding cake?”

  “Me,” Zane said from behind the bedroom door.

  “Grab the champagne, too,” Asa said as the door opened, revealing the two. He took one look at his brother and laughed. “Nevermind, I’ll get it. Since my brother seems to have taken maximum damage tonight.”

  “We should watch your wedding video,” Zane said, grabbing forks. “It cracks me up every time Cricket pukes into the ice bucket during the speech.”

  Felix pushed him playfully. “It’s not her fault. She was pregnant.”

  “Again,” Asa and Avi said together.

  They set the cake on the coffee table and handed out forks, eating the top layer as they passed around a bottle of champagne and made fun of the guests at the wedding.

  It had been a far more lavish affair than Asa’s and Zane’s wedding, with Felix in a silk floral tuxedo and Avi in a wine-colored suit, both designed by Felix. There had been hundreds in attendance, from Thomas’s business connections to celebrities and fashionistas, including Felix’s new business partner, Valencia, and his PR manager, Trixie, the rock star’s daughter.

  Avi opened his mouth as Felix fed him a forkful of cake, looking around at the others. This wasn’t their first night sitting around the coffee table eating. It wasn’t even their first night this week, but life with the four of them together was far more than Avi had ever thought possible. He could hardly remember a time when he was afraid Zane would take Asa from him. Now, he had everything.

  “Oh, there she goes,” Zane said with a laugh as Cricket hurled into the ice bucket.

  “I can’t believe August and Lucas are up to three under three. That’s insane. They’re insane,” Felix said. “And their insanity is spreading. My brother and Atticus are talking about having a baby.”

  “Do you think we’ll have kids?” Zane asked.

  “Do we…want kids?” Felix asked, looking around at the four of them as if it was a group decision.

  “Maybe?” Asa said. “But not now, right? Like, babies mean no more champagne nights in our underwear and no more playtime in the woods or the sex attic.”

  “Maybe. I say solid maybe,” Avi said, feeding Felix more cake.

  “I can live with maybe,” Zane said.

  “With more champagne, I can live with anything,” Felix said, reaching for the bottle.

  Avi stopped him. “Happy Anniversary. I love you.”

  Felix grinned at him. “Yeah, I know. I love you, too.”

  Asa snorted. “Ugh, enough of the mushy stuff. Rewind the puking scene,” he said, dragging Zane into his lap.

  Zane rolled his eyes. “That’s Asa for Happy Anniversary.”

  Felix and Avi looked at Zane. “We know,” they said in tandem.

  * * *

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