Page 33 of Property of Fire

When my next release hits me, I hold tight to Fire and dig my nails into his back, unable to stop the screams of utter pleasure whipping through my body. Fire snarls, curses, his cock pulsing inside me with his own release.

Other than the first time with him, nothing has ever felt so wonderful and that’s saying something because every time with Fire is just that. But this time, it’s different. It’s like we both needed it in a way we didn’t before, if that makes sense.

“Don’t think I’m done with you yet,” Fire growls in my ear. “We’re nowhere near done. I told you I’m taking that ass tonight, and that’s exactly what I’m gonna do.”

TWENTY-ONE

FIRE

“You wanna talk about it?”

With all that happened, I knew Evelin was gonna need to talk about it, but I’d given her time.

After spending the entire night inside her, first fucking her, taking her hard, getting inside her ass, then taking her slow, neither of us spoke about what we learned at the clubhouse. We ignored the phone. I made it all about Evelin and what she needed.

We were still in my bed. The only time we left it was when I cleaned her up in my shower. She’d been exhausted and barely able to keep herself awake, let alone standing up.

Considering what went down at the clubhouse, not just between her and thosehoras, but with her mother, finding out all that she did, it’s got to be fucking with her. Hell, it’s fucking with me. No wonder Irish never came with Scotch to the clubhouse when they’d come here. The times we’d meet up at their clubhouse, he never looked at any of us directly, and thinking on it, I realize it’s because he shares a resemblance to Evelin.

Shit. I don’t know how Heat’s gonna react when he finds out the truth of this, but it’s not gonna be good.

“Talk about what?” Evelin grumbles, snuggling deeper into me.

“You know what I’m talking about.” I should drop it, let it be, but I need to know where her head’s at.

“What’s there to talk about?” Lifting her head off my chest, she braces an arm where her head had been, her fingers curling into a fist. “I shouldn’t be surprised to find out about my birth parents. I mean, I was adopted.”

“But you found out you have a brother.”

“I know I have a brother. Heat’s my brother.”

“I’m talking about Irish being your biological brother.”

“So.” She shrugs. “Doesn’t mean anything.”

“You sure about that?” I ask and roll us until she’s on her back, and I’m hovering over her. “You’re entitled to feel what you want about what you’ve learned.”

“Just like you?” she snaps. “You going to talk to me about what you’re feeling about what you learned?”

Fuck me. She’s got me there.

“You want to know what I’m feeling?”

“You tell me, I’ll tell you,” she states snarkily.

So, we’re gonna play this bullshit game. Fine ,whatever, if it gets her to talk. “Finding out about being Freyja’s son. One of two fucks with me, but it’s not as bad as the rest of it. Finding out that I can draw fire with my hands freaks me the fuck out.”

“But your road name is Fire. How can drawing fire with your hands freak you out?”

“I got my road name because I love playing with fire. I’m drawn to it,” I admit. “As for it freaking me out, it’s not so much drawing it, but the fact that I could potentially hurt you or someone else. Look at what I did to Luca’s throat.” Not that I regret what I did to the bastard, he deserved it.

“I don’t think you’d ever hurt me. It felt good when your hands were on me,” she says softly and reaches up to curl her fingers along my jaw. “You’ll learn to control it.”

“Yeah,” I agree.

“What about you having a brother of your own?” Evelin asks. “Have you contacted him?”

“No, but I will. Probably after this shit with Holstein is taken care of. I need to be able to focus on one thing at a time.” I knew the way my mind worked. I have to be able to focus without distractions, and if I have to deal with both what’s going on with the threat against Evelin and Dexter at the same time, it’ll drive me nuts. That doesn’t even include what’s going on with the fact I have two sisters out there somewhere as well. That’s a whole other shitstorm I’m not looking forward to thinking about any time soon.

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