Elias’s POV
I woke up with leather around my throat and my mother’s scent everywhere. The collar was snug, not choking but impossible to ignore.
My c**k throbbed painfully, still hard from last night’s endless teasing.
Memories crashed over me. Dad’s funeral, the rain, Mom’s body grinding against me while she whispered things that made my brain feel like it was melting.
Victoria—no, Mommy—lay beside me, watching with those stormy grey eyes that looked so much like mine. She was naked except for a sheer black robe that did nothing to hide her full breasts or the curve of her hips. Even as 38, she looked more desirable than any girl my age. That thought alone made shame burn in my chest.
“Morning, my sweet boy,” she purred, tracing a finger along the collar. “How does it feel to wake u
