“Do you remember what you told me about Ellie while we waited for Aurora to wake up? She came into her full power and was always kind, protective, and loving. She always had Aurora’sbest interests at heart, even when she cast those spells. Yes, it was misguided. But it wasn’t malicious.”
What I don’t tell Louie is that she’s right to be scared.
The truth is that none of us—not even the bitchy little hellhound—have spent any real time with a Daughter.
We’ve heard stories. Seen echoes. But we have no idea what actually happens when one of them steps into their role.
We’d be fools not to feel a little fear. Because she’s not the one in danger.
The ones who underestimate the little hellfire queen?
Well, they’re already doomed.
I watched that woman fight death itself, bite a man’s cock off while he was still assaulting her, and then crawl back into life like it was something she owned.
Aurora, in her most human form, is already terrifying.
And when that spitfire gains even an ounce of magic?
Who the fuck knows what will happen.
I bite the inside of my cheek, forcing myself to stay in the moment.
“As for your concerns about my past, I’d be worried if you didn’t think I was a whore. And I fuckinglovedbeing a whore.
“But Aurora? Christ, she’s different. I don’t particularly like anyone, but I want to know everything about her. What she likes and doesn’t like. What makes her laugh. What pisses her off. I want it all. And yes. Everyone and everything until now has been a series of holes I gladly filled without a second thought.”
I pause, my jaw tightening.
“But that got boring. Being alone, keeping to myself, not dealing with another living soul—that was far better than sex. Until her …”
I glance down the hallway, imagining her wet, soapy body under the hot spray of the shower. The second the thoughtforms, my shadows flicker at my fingertips, begging to touch her, too.
What I wouldn’t give to feel her warm, slippery skin pressed against mine.
“Oi! Dirty old man! We’re talking, remember?” Louie snaps, nipping at my hand.
My shadows act before I do, lunging for the beast, desperate for blood and revenge. But I force them back with a chuckle.
Fucking hell-mutt.
I smirk, making a show of readjusting my cock.
“Ever so sorry, my dear. My imagination got the better of me.”
“Jesus fucking Christ, Ezra! Get a hold of yourself. You’re like a teenager who just found out tits exist. What the hell is wrong with you?”
Where shall I start, Lou?
“This is exactly why you don’t have to worry about me becoming bored. She’s all I think about, ever since I saw her outside the shop. And yes, I want to fill every one of her holes several times over. But I’d rather die than hurt her, and that’s saying a lot coming from an immortal.”
Before the hellhound can attack me for my “holes” comment, the bathroom door opens, and Aurora steps out, wrapped in the smallest towel I’ve ever seen, a puff of steam curling around her like smoke.
Does she want to break me?
If Louie weren’t here, my cock would be buried in her throat, with my hand tangled in her hair, pulling back just far enough to watch my cum paint her tongue.
But only if she wanted to.
