Page 70 of His Coveted Obsession

I had no intention of cutting so deep that we needed stitches like Sully and Malik did. This was just enough to exchange blood.

I held Thomas’s hand firmly in mine, palm up, and pressed the tip of my knife into his skin. The cut was swift, and he bled quickly. He hissed and jerked his hand a little, but braved it out. I let him go and slid the blade across my own palm. With dripping blood, I pressed my hand to his.

“You will always belong to me. This mark proves it to others. Your blood is my blood. My blood is your blood.”

Thomas bit his bottom lip, smiling through it, his eyes glistening. “And you’ll always belong to me, so if you ever break up with me, I’m going to be super pissed.”

I smirked at his swearing and possessiveness. “And what would you do if I did?”

He huffed at me. “I’ll hunt you down like you did with me, except there won’t be any fucking. Or I might hurt you a little.”

I leaned forward and pressed my lips to his throat. “And how would you do that? You can’t fight. You don’t know weapons. You can barely run without falling.”

“Yeah, well… I’d have to be clever about it. Catch you unaware.”

“That could work. But I have no intention of breaking up with you.”

“Good. You better not.”

When I sat up, he pulled me into a kiss, getting blood on my face. “Does this mean we’re married now?”

“If that’s what you want, little rabbit.”

“I want.”

“But that also means you’re mine in all ways. You’ll come live with me.”

“But…”

I gripped his chin. “Get your life in order, and then you’ll move in. Understood?”

“Okay. Yeah.”

He stood, pulled up his pants, and zipped them. Then he turned his sweater and T-shirt right-side-out and pulled them over his head.

“I’m sorry. I got your sweater all dirty,” he said, brushing off leaf and twig debris.

“I’ll get you another one.”

He looked at me, biting his bottom lip. “So… uhm… Can you keep calling me your little rabbit? I like it.”

“If you wish.”

“I wish.”

Iopenedmydoorwhen Easton knocked. There he stood, looking gorgeous as always, but he looked even sexier with Owen clinging to his hand.

“Oh my god. Easton, I struggled to see you as a babysitter, but here we are. And you look so se—I mean, you look really attractive as one. And here I thought I couldn’t love you any harder.”

“Sid and Dalton are working,” was all he said.

I smiled and shook my head at him as I squatted to face Owen at his eye level, holding out my hand. “Hey, Owen. It’s nice to see you again.”

“Hi, Thomas! I can’t wait to go to the museum!”

“It’s going to be so much fun. Have you been therebefore?”

He shook his head, strawberry-blond strands wisping across his forehead. “No, but I love planes and spaceships!”

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