Page 113 of Wicked Games

“Yup.” I do it again.

He shivers and digs his nails into my back. The little crescents of pain feel nice against my cooling skin.

“What do you say, little brother?” I give his earlobe a little bite. “You gonna thank me for giving you the best D you’ve ever had?”

“Well, it’s the only D I’ve ever had,” he counters playfully. “But sure. Thank you for giving me the best D I’ve ever had, big brother.” He lets out a bewildered-sounding laugh.

“What was that for?”

“Just thinking about how ridiculous it is that I’m telling you all this. Like my brain is saying ‘Shut the fuck up, mouth,’ and my mouth is saying ‘Haha, no.’” He chuckles. “But then again, I did beg you to fuck me twice, no, three times, and thanked you for it, so what’s a few truth bombs compared to that?”

“If it makes you feel any better, you’re the only one who’s ever brought this out in me either,” I tell him. Then, just because I can, I fit my mouth over his neck where it meets his shoulder and give it a few hard sucks.

He arches his neck and tilts his head to the side to give me better access. “So it’s not just me?”

“It’s not just you,” I say, then switch to gently biting his abused skin.

“Jesus, that feels good.”

Before I can get carried away, I pull my mouth off him and watch his skin go from pink to red. The marks are light compared to the ones I left on him this morning, and I have to push down the urge to cover his entire torso so everyone knows he’s mine.

I wait for the panic or confusion to hit at that thought, but it doesn’t.

Felixismine, and he willalwaysbe mine.

“So you’re not like that with everyone?” he asks softly, obviously unaware of where my thoughts just went as he peers up at me with those seeking eyes that are going to be the death of me.

“No.” I prop myself up on my forearms so I’m not crushing him with my bulk. “Just you.”

His smile is tentative and sweet, like he’s afraid of showing how much he likes that idea. “Just me?”

“Just you,” I repeat.

His smile is big and bright and so damn happy that something in my chest twists.

I might not understand what’s going on between us, or why it’s happening after years of not liking each other, but I can’t deny that making Felix smile is just as good, if not better, than pissing him off.

Not thinking too much about what I’m doing, I press a kiss against his smiling lips, then carefully roll off him.

“Are you tired?” I ask as we sit on the bed facing each other. It’s late, and we have to head home tomorrow, but he’s still high, so there’s a good chance he won’t be sleeping any time soon.

“My body is, but my brain is doing zoomies.” He chews on his lower lip. “Can we lay down for a bit? Like we usually do?”

Wordlessly, I shift so I’m under the covers with my head on my pillow. Felix slides under them with me and curls up against my side. I wrap one arm around his shoulders and hold him close while he rests his head on my chest.

His solid weight is familiar and comforting, and his sigh of contentment echoes mine.

“Are you sure you’re not mad at me?” he asks softly, breaking the silence that’s fallen over us.

“I’m not mad,” I assure him.

“Are the twins mad?”

“No one’s mad at you.”

“Good.” He nuzzles his cheek against my pec. “But if you could put in a good word with the twins, I’d appreciate it. They’re scary as fuck, and I’d rather not have them on my enemies list if I can help it.”

“They don’t hate you.” Absently, I run my fingers through his soft hair. “Especially not Jace. He has a soft spot for you.”

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