Page 21 of King of Inferno

The air in the room becomes stifling and I have to begin to breathe through my nose. As I have my head down, trying to concentrate, music starts to play.

I know the song. “Play with Fire” by Sam Tinnesz. Leona has blasted this one through the apartment in the wee hours of the night. As the song fills the room, my chest heaves with my heavy breaths.

I look around for the source of the music, but I can’t see anything but waves of heat. It’s like my eyeballs are sweating. The bass of the music fills my chest, but my attention is grabbed not by the source of the music but by the flames that begin to surround me, encasing me in a circle.

I furrow my brows. I’ve been here before. I’ve done this.

This is just like that dream.

Right as I have the thought. I look up and see a figure moving toward me on the other side of the flames. I squint my eyes to see better. The figure becomes larger as it moves closer.

The ground beneath me begins to shake with each step the figure takes. My heart begins to pound, but not out of fear. It’s more of a need or longing deep inside. I lift a hand and reach out, feeling drawn to the figure heading for me.

“Bradan?” I whisper as the flames seem to yield to him.

He walks right through as if unscathed by the heat. The flames move with him instead of consuming him. His hair flows through the air as if a gust of wind is blowing his long, thick red locks around him.

As he steps through the flames, his clothes are the only thing affected as they seem to go up in smoke and vanish, leaving him completely naked before me. I bite my lip as I allow my gaze to roam over his strong, chiseled frame.

He’s pure perfection. Tats coil his right arm and spill across his chest. That red hair makes a trail from his belly button down to … Oh. My. God.

I blink a few times as I bite my lip and tilt my head. His penis is pierced. Not just once. From here, I can see he has a magic cross, a Prince Albert, two hafadas through his scrotum—shit. As I tilt my head, I count a few frenum piercings, creating a Jacob’s ladder.

I mean, there’s plenty of it to handle all the artwork, but damn. That beauty is certainly kitted out. His deep voice pulls me from my reverie.

“Like what you see, little one?”

“Can’t say I hate it.”

I surprise myself as my sarcasm comes through in a calm and even voice. A calm I do not feel in this moment. Power is rolling off this being standing before me.

A demigod.

The ground shakes even more as he comes toward me. Each footfall demonstrates the power he holds within. I keep my eyes on his, not sure what else to do.

He stops before me and lowers to one knee. He then takes my hand in one of his and places it over his heart. With his other hand, he reaches to caress the side of my face.

“You are in pain. I can make it go away. Are you ready to take me?”

I wince as another wave of heat rolls through me. I nod my head, wanting it to stop. Bradan leans in and takes my lips.

His kiss is as hungry as it was earlier, if not more so. I return it with just as much want. He deepens the kiss and cups my face, leaning into me as I fall back.

I’m startled when I go from leaning back thinking I’ll fall onto the floor, but land on the bed with him on top of me. Having him nestled between my legs feels so right. His heat I can bear when he’s close like this.

“Gods, you’re perfect. They have definitely blessed me,” he growls as he moves his lips to my neck and starts a trail of kisses there.

I start to become nervous as he moves lower to my breasts. However, he cups them and loves on them as if they’re perfect to him. He sucks my nipple into his mouth as he rolls the other between his fingers.

His hot mouth is driving me crazy. I need so much more. Seeming to read my mind, he abandons my mounds to move lower still. I cover my face, thankful that I’ve been waxing down there for about a year now. Loving the way it looks and feels, even if I’m the only one to see and feel it.

Well, I had been the only one to see it. Now, Bradan has his face all in it. I cry out and bow off the bed. Reaching for the pillow, I grab hold of it and clench it tightly. My mouth falls open and my eyes roll back.

His hums of pleasure only add to the amazing sensations he’s sending through my body. I forget all about saving myself. After all, my body and heart are telling me I’ll never want another in my life.

“Bradan,” I cry as he shoves his tongue into me.

I tighten my legs around his head as they begin to shake. This feels so fucking good. I come hard, but he doesn’t stop. I move my hands into his hair and hold on tight as I lift my hips and begin to rock against his face this time.

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