Waiting On Forever (The Carnal Tower, #2)

by E.M. Lindsey

Maybe that’s what made them such a good family. They were fucked up, but they were fucked up together.

Taylor woke the way he did most mornings with two paws and the tips of sharp claws kneading into his face. He didn’t even bother looking at the clock. He knew it would be a miracle if it was past six. That had only happened once, and Taylor had woken up at half past eight in a panic that his cat was dead.

“Would you mind snapping a couple of photos of my face?” “Oh. Yeah, no problem. I can get my camera ready…” Jet laughed and pressed his forehead to the wall. Oh, this man. “Just on my phone, love. I don’t need a photoshoot. I just need to have evidence of what she did and the fresher the better.”

Taylor laughed and touched Jet’s elbow, urging him to stand. “I’m gonna take a step back because you’re, like, at least eight inches taller than me.” For whatever reason, that made Jet hot all over. He could picture himself curling around Taylor, enveloping him, overwhelming him. He wanted to feel him all small and tucked in close and protected.

Jet breathed out, slow and heavy. “I love this.” “What?” Taylor whispered. “Being close like this. It helps me feel settled and like I know exactly where you are.” He moved one hand to the back of Taylor’s neck, then pushed fingers into his hair and held on with a firm grip. “I love that you let me in.”

“You know it won’t be just him, right? With you, there’s no way I could be just the Sin.” He braced himself for the next words he knew he had to say. “I’m in love with you, Taylor.”

Sloth wanted to make Taylor serve, and Jet wanted to hold him close while it was happening.

“Beautiful,” Jet murmured. “Now, close your eyes and show me exactly what was in that painting. That was you, after all, my darling. My sinner. So embrace him.”

“And you? My beautiful fallen man—the mortal who lost his soul to a Sin—show me where you belong.”