Page 44 of King of Inferno

I hate the day she ever learned to question her body. Why compare the perfection of self to anything outside of one’s perfection? My brothers and I understand firsthand the complexities of one’s differences.

“Bradan, you feel so good,” she whimpers, breaking into my musings.

“Fucking perfect in every way,” I growl.

“Bradan, I’m coming,” she yells.

“Fucking let go. Stop holding back, little one. I want to feel you. I want your cum all over me.”

“Yes, Bradan. Yes. I want you so much.”

“I want you even more. You’re mine, Taylor. Everything about you was designed to please me. Never question how I feel again. No one else can hold a candle to you, baby girl.”

Taylor

“You don’t really need to use the cigar for smoke play, do you?” I ask as I lie across Bradan’s chest, absorbing his warmth.

“No, you will find the aesthetic of most plays add to the sensuality of the moment. Depending on the partner, visuals can be more important than touch and vice versa.”

“So what are you saying? You think I like the look of you,” I tease, feeling more comfortable with him.

“I know you do,” he says with a grin in his voice.

I lift my head to look up at him. Sure enough, he has a sexy smile on his lips. I reach to brush a lock of that red hair out of his face.

He’s right, I could stare at him for hours and that shit with the cigar was so hot to watch. When he threw his head back to puff at the cigar, I thought I was going to come from just the sight of him. The feel of the heat only served to make my body tingle all over while placing my senses on overload.

By the time he entered me, I was so wet and ready that I wanted him more than anything. Outside of the amazing sex, I’m totally falling for him.

As I feel myself opening up to him, I find that he feels like home to me. I’ve never had that before. I want to embrace it fully, but as a former foster child, I know better.

If he hadn’t done it for me with his magic, I wouldn’t have unpacked all my things. You never get too comfortable especially not in the beginning.

“You will spend centuries learning that I will not leave you, little one,” he says to my thoughts.

“Get out of my head,” I say and kiss his chest.

“You let me in.”

I did. A part of me wants him to know my fears and how hard I’m trying to hold on to this security that’s building between us. It’s still sinking in that not only have I found my sisters. I’ve found my person.

I release a sigh and snuggle back into his side. He wraps his arm tightly around me, holding me close. I wish we could stay like this for the rest of the night.

“I need to get ready for class,” I say sadly.

“I know,” he says, sounding annoyed.

“Do you think those hunters will show up again?”

“If they have any sense of self-preservation, they won’t. I’ll be with you either way. Taylor?”

“Yes?”

“You’re not returning to your job. You don’t need it anyway. I will take care of all your needs.

“You will want for nothing. Not money, shelter, or love. All the things you’ve wanted all your life. You will find them here with me.”

“I like the way that sounds.”

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