“William…” Anthony said, pained, “This seems excessive.”
It was late evening now, and his mate was standing before him smiling, looking down at Anthony sitting on a chair in their bedroom, his arms tied together behind the chair and his legs tied to the chair’s legs.
“Not at all,” William said casually, lifting an eyebrow even as he clearly tried to hide his grin. “I think it helped you and Uncle Travis bond, and it really is good to have him on your side.”
“But—”
William turned and pointed to the back of his neck, where Anthony’s mark peeked up over the collar of his t-shirt. “What’s this, Anthony?”
Anthony’s eyes dropped to the floor immediately, his face heating. He hadn’t expected that question to be first. “It’s…”
“It’s my free pass to tie you to that chair, is what it is.”
