Bianca slept well that night. her Masters had fed her, cuddled her and held her as she drifted off to sleep, snuggled in St Just’s arms. O’Grady lay, his heavy arm draped across her thighs, feeling her snore slightly as she shifted.

St Just looked down at Bianca, all his love shining in his eyes as he gazed at her.

“I love you, Master Saint,” she had giggled as she kissed his mouth, licking away the last traces of Greek yoghurt from his wide mouth. That had earned her a kiss and O’Grady had sighed long and loud till his brother and their Pet had separated, but continued to look...