Page 4 of King of Inferno

She reaches for my cock and gives it a squeeze over my jeans. Lifting my hand to her mouth, I then push two fingers between her lips. Seraphina’s eyes fill with lust as she sucks on the two digits.

I begin to push her down to her knees. Her chest starts to heave in anticipation. This sight used to turn me on too.

Looking down at her now does nothing for me. Her red hair isn’t as bright and her eyes don’t burn as fiercely as they used to. She looks no different from all the other fire fairies who have wanted to throw themselves at me.

I pull my hand back and stroke the side of her cheek. “Get up, Seraphina. I will see you when you return,” I command and turn to leave the room.

That pull I’ve been feeling for the last two months begins to hum through me. Without a thought, I move to the garage for my bike. The feeling in my gut already tells me where I’m going.

It’s this diner I can’t seem to stay away from. I know not why I’m drawn there. However, the feeling is always so strong.

Getting to the garage on the lower level, I head straight for my hog. I throw my leg over the machine and bring it to life. Over the years, this feeling has become as familiar as wearing this Immortal Iron Brothers cut on my back.

My oldest brother is smart. Starting the MC has benefited not just us but supers as well. The supernatural community thrives under the system we’ve built. The Immortal Iron Brothers brotherhood is something we can be proud of.

“Now if only we could find our mates and break this bond,” I mumble as I fly through the portal onto the human streets above.

One of these days, we won’t have to hide. I haven’t lost hope. I refuse to believe we will remain under the rule of the Ricci family. I will find my mate.

Taylor

“Hey, Taylor. Can I get you anything else, hon?” Helen, my favorite waitress, asks as she starts her shift.

I’ve been here all day. It’s my day off. It is either spend the day in the apartment where I wouldn’t be able to hear myself think or spend the day here where I can get some studying done.

“No, Helen. I’m all set for now. Thank you,” I say.

“Honey, you look so tired. Are you getting any rest? You study so hard. Are you still working those two jobs?”

“Yes, ma’am. I have some savings, so I’ll be letting the coffee shop go soon. I need to focus on my last semester. Clinics are going to take up so much of my time.”

“Well, you don’t give up. We’re all rooting for you. I wish I had your courage and determination.”

I smile at her and nod my head. This diner has become like my second home. I started coming here years ago when I first started school.

“Thanks, Helen. I didn’t think I would make it this far. Thanks for putting up with me and my books in your section,” I say.

She gives me a wink. “You tip better than most and I love seeing that pretty face of yours. Besides, you might save my life someday once you become a doctor.”

I laugh. “I don’t know about taking things that far. I’m thanking God for allowing me to get through nursing school.”

“I believe in you. I see a white coat in your future,” she says with a bright smile.

I don’t tell her that at thirty, that dream has sailed. I once dreamed of going to medical school, but I gave that up after struggling to make it through my freshmen and sophomore years. I’ve lost so much time having to go to school part time.

Once I turned eighteen and left foster care, I was on my own. I had to work and go to school part time. I had been determined back then to find a way.

Even with student loans, I couldn’t afford school and the cost of living. As a part-time student, I don’t get as much funding. If I were to go full time, I wouldn’t have enough money to live on, which makes working two jobs a necessity.

As a result, I am only able to take one or two classes a semester. It took so long to get out of my freshmen year. I had wanted to give up plenty of times, but I could never bring myself to do it.

“Oh, my God, now that is a tree I’d like to climb,” Helen says under her breath.

Helen is no spring chicken, so her words take me by surprise. I turn to see what she’s talking about. My mouth falls open as the huge red-haired biker walks toward us.

He turns his gaze to me and we lock eyes. His amber eyes stand out as much as his red hair does. His gaze is so intense. I feel like I’m set on fire.

I’ve never seen a man with such fiery red hair with a beard to match. The right side of his hair is cut into a low fade as the rest is swept over to the left side, falling in long, thick waves.

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