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something to you I hadn’t tested out first, do you?”
    “No, Sir,” Ty responded hesitantly.
    His hesitation had nothing to do with the question. He knew Blake would never do anything to him that wasn’t completely safe, but he was confused as to why attaching a collar would be dangerous or something that would need to be tested first. A trickle of unease seeped into him as he watched Jason run a thick strip of leather and a wide piece of metal between Blake’s wrist and the bracelet. Blake’s entire forearm and hand, except a small section of the metal around his wrist, was then covered with some kind of heavy material.
    Ty’s brow furrowed, his anxiety level rising, as he observed Jason reach into what he’d thought was an ornate fire for decoration with a pair of tongs and pull out a red hot piece of metal. Unable to keep his eyes lowered, Ty looked to Blake in alarm. Blake, who could read Ty so well, smiled and said soothingly, “It’s okay, focus right here on me.”
    There was a loud sound of metal hitting metal and Blake winced. Ty shot a look toward Jason and glared.
    “Ty.” Blake’s voice was like the snap of a whip, one that couldn’t be ignored, and Ty focused his eyes back on Blake’s.
    Clenching his fists where they rested against the small of his back, Ty forced himself to keep his eyes locked with his Dom’s. As much as he tried, he couldn’t completely ignore the sound or the steam billowing up as Jason poured water over Blake’s wrist to cool the metal before setting the next rivet. Ty took a deep breath and held it. The effort it took to keep still caused his tense muscles to vibrate. He’d endure anything for Blake, any amount of pain—hell, he craved, often begged, for the erotic pain his lover could inflict. The thought of Blake being hurt, however, almost made him physically ill.
    Jason was quick and when he patted Blake on the shoulder and said, “All done,” Ty let out the breath he’d been holding.
    Blake muttered his thanks to Jason, already moving toward Ty to stand behind him. “I’m officially yours, Ty. Are you ready to be mine?” he whispered, brushing his lips against Ty’s ear.
    “I already am, Sir,” Ty answered without hesitation, meaning every word. He was Blake’s in every sense of the word.
    “Then let’s make it official.”
    Ty allowed Blake to lead him to the leather bench and help him lie out in the proper position. The back of his head, neck, and shoulders were draped in heavy leather, but Ty was barely aware of what Jason was doing. Blake had gone to his knees in front of him, those dark eyes holding his as the Dom caressed Ty’s cheek. Through the entire riveting process Ty felt no pain, none of the heat. He wasn’t even aware of Jason or anyone else in the club as he lost himself in Blake’s eyes and soothing touch.
    He’d spent his entire life yearning to belong, to be wanted and loved. Even when he’d lost all hope of ever having a family, convincing himself he didn’t need one and people weren’t worthy of trust, on some level he’d never stopped dreaming, hoping.
    Blake loved him, protected him, and brought so much happiness to his life. Wasn’t that what family did? As he continued to stare at Blake, his eyes so warm, his expression one of pure bliss as Ty lay there accepting his symbol of commitment, it occurred to Ty that it didn’t matter what kind of family you grew up in—the one you made was what was important.
    Ty tried to blink back his tears, but one escaped and rolled down his cheek as he came to the realization that Blake and Martha had made him part of theirs.
    Blake wiped the salty droplet from Ty’s cheek and whispered, “I love you.”
    And Ty knew it, felt it in the center of his being that Blake loved him, and he in return loved Blake with everything he was. But he couldn’t say it, afraid he would lose it and break down and weep like a baby. Instead he swallowed hard, keeping his teeth clenched, and