Wanting Wilder by Michele Zurlo Page A

For that, he was grateful. She might be a submissive, but his mother had only ever played that role to his father.
    Pulling his thoughts away from the melancholy—it was impossible to stand in the lobby of the impressive Oasis headquarters and not think of his father, the visionary who had played a large part in developing it—Wilder focused on his pet.
    The circle around them grew, as he knew it would. He stayed close, making introductions and using his position to warn off any Doms on the prowl. They fawned over her, each of them enthralled by the new wish coordinator, especially the Doms who knew Wilder never trained a pet for long.
    Micah O’Connor inched closer. They’d been good friends since second grade, when Wilder had insulted Micah’s taste in football teams, and the two had engaged in a physical altercation that earned them both their first and only suspensions from school.
    With a shock of black hair that made his brown eyes look even darker and an olive complexion that wasn’t much lighter than Lydia’s, the two of them would make a cute couple. Being the same height as Wilder, Micah towered over her by a good six inches.
    Micah glanced at the front of Lydia’s dress as he waited to be introduced. Wilder knew damn well what his friend saw. Her perky breasts were encased in one of those bras that lifted and squished tits together to make the most spectacular show of cleavage. When Lydia had first come out of the bedroom, he’d been struck speechless and rendered immobile. It turned out to be a good thing, because if he’d been able to move, he would have buried his face between her breasts and never come up for air.
    He shook his head at Micah, a warning indicating he wouldn’t tolerate him taking any liberties. Though Micah had been with him that weekend he’d first met Lydia, his buddy had found a woman of his own. The two of them had effectively parted ways until the emergency call about his father’s heart attack had forced Wilder to find Micah and head home.
    Micah shot him a devious grin and grabbed both of Lydia’s hands.
    “Welcome to Oasis, Lydia. I hope you found the travel and living arrangements satisfactory. I look forward to working closely with you.” He leaned in and kissed each of her cheeks.
    She smiled, the polite kind, and she glanced at Wilder, waiting for permission to speak. He knew the formality grated on her nerves, but he perversely refused to lift the gag order. And he pictured her bound to his bed, strict restraints making sure she couldn’t move a muscle without his help, a ball gag stifling her loud moans as he tasted the juices of her sweet pussy.
    “Pet, you’ve already met Micah O’Connor, one of my oldest friends. Micah, if you don’t get your fucking hands off my pet, I’ll rip them off and nail them to your ass.”
    A hand clamped on his shoulder, and his brother’s voice sounded in his ear, the good angel counseling the use of common sense and compassion. “Temper, Wild. You’re freaking out your sub and making her think there’s something wrong with Micah.”
    Lydia’s gaze lifted, and her eyes widened noticeably. Wilder groaned inwardly. Everett, his twin brother, had a magnetic personality. People flocked to Ever’s ready smile and easy charm. Wilder used to try to affect the same demeanor, but everything he did was either much more intense or completely lacked emotionality. He’d long ago given up trying to make people like him. Either they did or they didn’t, and he left it at that.
    He moved his hand to her waist, needing to curve his fingers around something. Just touching her back wasn’t enough. He knew Ever would never make a move on Lydia, but that didn’t guarantee Lydia wouldn’t fall for his brother. “Lydia, this is my brother, Everett Burke.”
    She looked from Ever to him and back again, no doubt searching for differences. They were there, to be sure, but though they were fraternal twins, they still looked a lot alike. Many