Page 29 of Flames

Marisa’s bright blue eyes stare up at me, mischief swirling in her irises. “Light him up, Pyro.”

“Yes, ma’am,” I purr before covering her with my wing for safety and letting loose.

Fire spews up from my throat and out my mouth. Aleksander looks horrified for the split second between realization and human spit roast. I rain down a cascading river of flames, completely consuming the shitstain of a human. His screams fill the air and the smell of singing flesh carries to my nose, but I don’t stop. I send all my burning hot rage over almost losing Marisa towards the human BBQ that was once my second in command. Truly, I trust Lev above all the rest, but he’s a creature of the shadows, not one for the pomp and ceremony of being a high-ranking member of the Brotherhood. His screams fade, his form turning to nothing more than a charred hunk of meat. Only then do I relent.

His singed flesh falls to the floor with a thump. All that’s recognizable now is his toupee, which apparently is so fucking fake that it’s fire resistant.

Gross.

Once the last of my flames has been swallowed back down, I slowly unfurl my wings and peer down at the tiny creature clinging to me for safety and strength. Marisa is smaller than me in my human form, but in my monstrous form, she feels tiny. For some reason, our size difference makes me feel even more possessive over her. She looks up at me with her big blue eyes and I’m a goner.

“Are you alright?” I ask her even though she does not appear harmed in any way. “Did Mikhael hurt you at all?”

“No!” she suddenly snaps, her eyes full of fear. “No, please. He was just trying to stop Aleksander’s human trafficking organization. He has women and children. Please don’t hurt Mikhael. You have to help them!” She’s rambling and clearly upset but I get the gist of what she’s saying.

“Shhh,” I tell her as I use a talon to push a lock of scarlet hair behind her ear. “We will make sure every woman and child is safe, and that the men helping Aleksander are appropriately dealt with.”

She visibly relaxes in my arms, her lashline rimmed with tears. “You’ll get them help, right?”

I stare at her for a moment. My beautiful, stubborn, caring, resilient mate. An idea strikes me that has a small smile curling on my monstrous mouth.

“Would you like to be in charge of that? We could start an organization, funded by The Solentsevskaya Organizatsiya, of course. You could have full control of it, make sure these women and others like them get help.”

A tear escapes her lashline, falling in a slow trail down her cheek. I have the urge to lick it up, but that doesn’t seem like the move in this moment.

“I’d love that,” she concedes as she offers me a small smile. She sniffles and wipes her eyes before spinning to look at the smoking pile of shit on my floor. I keep my hand firmly on her hip, unable to stop myself from touching her. “So what do we do about this?” she asks as she assesses Aleksander’s remains.

“I will call a clean up crew to deal with him,” I tell her as I reach for my discarded pants and find my phone. Texting with talons is rather difficult but I manage to send off a message to Lev. “You’re coming upstairs with me.”

She looks at me over her shoulder and cocks an eyebrow. “And what’s upstairs, Mr. Monster Mafia Boss?”

“My bedroom,” I tell her before I lift her by her hips and throw her over my shoulder with ease.

She lets out a shriek that has my cocks jerking with excitement. I want all of her noises, screams, and cries and whimpers. All of them while I shove my cocks deep inside her and claim her.

Tonight, Marisa is mine.

SEVENTEEN

PHOENIX

The scent of my mate in my room has me twitching with anticipation. The entire walk up to my room, her plump ass was right up against my face, begging to be bit. I want to cover her in my marks and my cum so that not a single creature in existence has any doubts about who she belongs to.

This may have started as a bet, but tonight, I go all in.

“Put me down, Pyro!” she shrieks as she hits my back again.

If it were any other woman, I’d immediately listen and drop her. But this is my mate, my house, and my night.

I’m not letting her get away.

Kicking in the door to my bedroom, I smack her on the ass. The round globe of her flesh jiggles beneath my fingers, causing blood to rush to my cocks. I want this woman beyond reason, beyond sanity. I want to spend the night devouring every inch of her until she’s a mewling mess of pleasure and satisfaction. I kick the door shut behind us and storm across the room towards the large bed in the center of the room.

“As you wish,” I tell her with a smirk as I hoist her back up off my shoulder and drop her onto the crisp white sheets.

She huffs as she hits the bed. Her breasts bounce as she falls, the hideous fabric of her dress sliding down just enough to show me a peek of her dusty pink nipple. My cocks twitch in response. I drink in the sight of this wildly intoxicating female splayed out for me on my bed. It’s the most alluring sight I’ve ever seen. My cocks stand firm and ready, dripping precum from the thick, dark tips.

“I meant put me down gently,” she grunts as she adjusts her dress, covering herself back up. Well, that won’t do. “Not toss me like a sack of fucking potatoes.”