Page 84 of King of Inferno

“Save it, Cole. I don’t need you to keep telling me I can’t go back. I will find a way to get to her.”

“Um … right. If you don’t want me to heal you, let me get you to safety. We can’t stay here much longer. My powers were stripped.

“I’m using burrowed magic. We shouldn’t keep the mistress waiting. She was expecting us after I freed you from your cell. We are way behind schedule. I hope she’s still waiting.”

“Mistress?”

“Yes, I … uh … had help freeing you.”

“That figures. From who?”

“I’m not sure who she is, but she’s pretty powerful. I couldn’t have done it without her.”

“As if I don’t know that. Help me up and take me to this woman.”

He helps me to my feet, and I feel the moisture that has seeped through my clothing. A shiver of disgust runs through me. I grind my teeth and push through to get the fuck out of here.

“The fucking sewer, like some piece of trash,” I grumble.

“I’m doing my best to help,” Cole says like a sniveling pussy.

I roll my eyes and keep moving. Those bitches are going to pay for jumping me. That little bitch won’t always have help.

Just you wait, you bitch.

Taylor

I can’t believe I turned into a living, breathing flame and kicked that bitch’s ass. Bradan should have allowed me to finish her off. We both want her gone, that much I’m sure of.

However, there’s one thing we disagree on. I don’t think Kendrick ever had anything to do with releasing her. Whoever helped her get out had something to do with that weird mind link he thought was coming from his brother.

“I’m proud of you, little mate,” Bradan says, breaking into my thoughts as we walk into our room.

“I don’t know where that came from. That shit was so cool though.”

I furrow my brows as music starts to play. Bradan has his eyes fixed on me as he wraps his arms around me. I look up at him, trying to read him, but he’s closed his thoughts off from me.

“Beautiful Things” by Benson Boone is the song that’s playing. Bradan cups my face and tightens his arm around my waist. The room begins to crackle with sexual tension.

“I could have lost you. I never thought I could love someone the way I love you. The gods gave you to me, but they could take you back.

“I wouldn’t survive that. I wouldn’t survive losing you, Taylor. You’re everything to me, baby girl,” he breathes against my lips.

Then he takes my lips in a searing kiss. It starts out passionate and deep. However, he slows it down to a tender and possessive kiss that’s not characteristic of him. I’m so used to everything being hot and passionate with him, I’m a little thrown by this slow simmer.

Instead of making our clothes vanish, he takes the time to peel my sports bra from my body. He tosses it aside as he walks me back toward the bed. I reach for his cut and push it from his shoulders. He shrugs the rest of the way out of it as he continues to devour my mouth.

I kick my sneakers off as I stumble back. He steadies me by palming my ass. I can’t help moaning into his mouth.

“Bradan, I love you so much,” I whimper as he breaks the kiss to tug his T-shirt over his head.

He drops to his knees and reaches for my leggings. With one tug, he pulls them and my panties from my body. Looking up at me through his long lashes, he drops kisses all over my belly.

Pushing my hand into his hair, I tug his long locks. He groans and starts to bite and nip at my flesh. Reaching through my legs, he lifts me onto his shoulders and begins to devour my lower lips.

My mouth falls open and I throw my head back. In no time, he has me shaking and bucking away from his hungry mouth. His hums of pleasure are driving me crazy.

“Bray,” I cry out.

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