Unconquered (Being Rewritten)

Chapter 32

Chapter 32 **Joey's pov**

"You're mine now, Simon," I whisper in his ear, clasping the collar around his neck. "Completely mine."

It's a white collar with emeralds embroidered in it. It's about 2 inches thick, so it covers up most of his beautiful, slender neck. Dangling from a small hole in the bottom is a tag that says "if found return to Joey Beauregard".

I smile as he looks in the mirror, reaching up to touch his collar.

"I had it specially made for you. I hope yo--" I'm unable to finish because Simon jumps on me, covering my lips with kisses. I wrap my arms around him to catch him.

"I love it, Joe," he whispers in my ear, his voice hoarse with unshed tears.

"Don't go crying on me, babe," I said, chuckling. "Are you honored to be called mine?"

He nods a lot as tears slide down his cheeks. "I'm so happy I could die right now."

I kiss him softly. "You're not allowed to die on me. I would never be the same without you. If you died, I'd follow you to the afterlife." Hugging him close to my chest, I whisper, "I would follow you to the end of the earth if I have to."

His crying intensifies and we slide to the floor, holding each other and kissing softly.

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**Simon's pov**

After Joey gave me my collar, I haven't taken it off nor touched it. I'm too scared that it might actually just be a dream and I'll wake up if I touch it, even though Joey has repeatedly told me it's real.

Right now, we are laying in bed, Joey spooning me from behind. He's only in his boxers and his hair is messy from sleep, which makes him look so delicious. He's sleeping soundly, his face pressed into the crook of my neck, just under my collar.

I'm swiping through my pictures on my phone, looking at all the photos of my beautiful Joey.

"Morning, Si-fi," I hear Joey's sexy, husky morning voice whisper in my ear. He plants a soft kiss just behind my ear. It sends shivers down my spine and I look over at him.

"Good morning, Joe," I say, kissing him. He bites my lip and rolls onto his back. I whine and pout at him. "You're always doing that instead of kissing back."

He yawns and stretches. "What? I can't leave you wanting more, now can I? You'll be coming down to my classroom later, begging for me to fix your boner."

I blush, hating how he can see right through me sometimes. I bury my face into his chest, grumbling about him being an asshole.

He grabs my hair and comes nose to nose, lips only millimeters away from mine. My eyes widen and I gulp.

"Say that again, young man," Joey says, his voice quiet and calm.

My ears heat up in embarrassment and I shake my head quickly.

He grabs my chin roughly, his nails slightly digging into my skin, which is pretty hot and makes my heart race in anticipation. "If I ever so much as see you mouth that word about me, I can, and will, bend you over my knee and spank the foul language out of you," he whispers into my ear.

My blush intensifies.

"Joseph, don't talk like that!" I whine.

"Si, baby, dont whine...I hate when you get like that," Joey says, nuzzling my cheek.

I pout at him, trying to act adorable.

"Awe, look at my sexy little baby boy," he says, giving me a small hickey on my throat. I bite my lip, not wanting to give him the satisfaction of my moaning.

"Joe, stop it," I tell him, pushing on his chest.

He falls off our bed dramatically, holding his chest. "I've been wounded! Such a mean mate I have!" He says, overly dramatic.

I get down beside him and lay my head on his chest. "Joe, you make me feel bad," I say, placing soft kisses on his bare chest.

Joey strokes my hair, making me close my eyes and lean into his hand. He cups my cheek.

"Simon, stay with me forever. Don't look at anyone but me. You're mine and only mine now," he says, before placing a passionate kiss on my lips. I weave my fingers through his hair, kissing back a little more roughly than I had planned.

Oh well...