Eternity Collar Novels & Stories

"It's all of that and more. A collar is a promise, Angel. From the Dominant to protect, cherish, and guide. From the submissive to trust, obey, and surrender. It's not marriage, but it's just as serious. More serious, in some ways." "You wear Dad's collar." "I do. Have since I was your age." I felt her hand find mine. "Want to feel it?" She guided my fingers to her throat. I felt the delicate platinum chain, warm from her skin. Small. Elegant. Unobtrusive to those who didn't know what it meant. "It's beautiful," I breathed. "It's everything. Your father had it custom made. Had my name engraved on the inside along with the date he collared me. I've never taken it off."

He tilted my head back so I had to look up at him. “Thirty days was never going to be enough for what I want from you, Elena. But we’ll start with this weekend. By the time you leave here on Sunday, you’ll be begging to extend the contract.” He pulled a sleek black leather collar from his pocket, thin, elegant, with a small silver ring at the front and his initials engraved on the back. My breath hitched as he fastened it around my throat. It was snug but not choking. A constant reminder. The click of the lock sent a bolt of heat straight to my core.

“It was just a loan. I was going to pay it back before they got home.” “A loan?” Ethan pushed off the desk and stalked toward me, closing the distance until I had to tilt my head back to meet his gaze. He towered over my five-foot-four frame, his presence suffocating in the best and worst ways. “You’ve been nothing but trouble since the day our parents got married. Parties that trashed the house, boys sneaking in, failing classes, and now stealing from your own family. I’ve covered for you too many times. Not anymore.” He reached into his pocket and pulled out a small black velvet box. When he opened it, my eyes widened. Inside was a sleek stainless steel collar, thin but strong, with a smal

Chapter 10: Eternal The night of Theo’s thesis approval felt like the end of one life and the beginning of something far darker and more complete. Elias had prepared everything. The master bedroom was dimly lit by candles. Heavy black silk sheets covered the massive bed. On the nightstand lay the final, permanent collar — a sleek band of matte black titanium with a single silver lock. Once closed, only Elias would ever be able to remove it. Theo stood naked in the center of the room, heart pounding, body already marked and aching from the day’s tension. Elias approached him slowly, still fully dressed, holding the collar like a sacred object.

The other relatives sniffed the air and covered their noses. "Yeah, it smells like it's gone moldy." Mom's face went pale, and she quickly said, "You don't get it! That's the smell of the high-tech fabric! It's a special coating! "The more expensive the fabric, the stronger the smell! Edmund's smells too, he just sprayed cologne over it." Just then, my little nephew, who was playing on the floor, ran over and hugged my leg. He was short, and his eyes were level with the open pocket of my jacket.

******************** Friday evening, Ethan stood in Marcus's bedroom, naked except for the collar Marcus was fastening around his neck. It was beautiful. Black leather with a silver ring in front, discreet enough to look like a choker to anyone who didn't know better. But both Ethan and Marcus knew what it really was. "There." Marcus stepped back, looked at him with dark satisfaction. "Perfect. My collar on my boy. How does it feel?" "Right. It feels right, Daddy." "Good. Now get dressed. We're going out." "With the collar on?" "With the collar on. I want everyone to see that you're owned. Claimed. Mine."

"And you stayed anyway." Vienna nodded. "Because I trusted you." Ezra turned to face her. "I want to give you something tonight. Something that will remind you of who you are. Something that will remind you of what you survived." Vienna's heart began to pound. "What?" Ezra reached into his pocket. He pulled out a small velvet box. She opened it. Inside was a collar. Not the leather one from the auction. Not the white gold one from Spain. A new one. Black silk. Simple. Elegant. A small silver ring at the front.

he rumbled softly, his deep voice cutting through the ambient hum of the club. I froze instantly, holding my breath. He opened the box to reveal a stunning, delicate silver chain harness. It was crafted from fine, weightless sterling links designed to drape gracefully over the shoulders, crossing over the chest, and anchoring directly into the silver ring of my leather collar, dropping down to wrap snugly around my waist.

Inside lay a thick black leather collar, wide enough to sit just above her breasts, engraved with a single line of tiny, elegant script that she couldn’t read yet: *Ours. Forever.* “I don’t want a wedding band or a house or anything that makes this official,” he said quietly. “Just this. So when he looks at you, he’ll know exactly who you belong to.” Emma’s breath hitched. She’d known this was coming. After seven straight days of them using every room, after the shower, the rug, the kitchen island, the hallway, the guest room, the couch after waking up every morning leaking and plugged and smiling at Mark like nothing had happened she’d known the collar would be the final step.

“Then let’s do it.” Elias shook his head. “If I remove it incorrectly, the collar will kill her.” My blood ran cold. “How do we remove it correctly?” He looked at me. “You have to break it.” “With what?” “Your blood.” I stared at him. “My blood?” He nodded. “The collar was designed to recognize your bloodline.” I stepped closer to the glass. “What happens if I touch it?” “The collar will open.” “And then?” “Your wolf will return to you.” My heart raced. “Then do it.” Elias looked at the First Phantom. She nodded.