Pretty Boy: The Lost Chapters

Brad's Survival Arc: Part 22

While gazing up at her ceiling with tired eyes, Leah was surprised to feel how sore her body was. Normally, accelerated healing meant she didn't have to experience many types of discomfort. Aside from occasional fatigue caused by lengthy patrols, the supernatural blood flowing through her veins made it nearly impossible to suffer from the daily aches and pains normal humans went through.

Brad certainly hadn't held back after they fell into bed together last night.

He started out slow, gentle, and, unsurprisingly, very courteous. His wandering hands were slow when he took the reins to undress, caress, and delicately fondle. There was a bit of timidity in his actions at first—as if, beneath his confidence, a small pang of nervousness resided. After getting the go ahead to let loose, though...

Well, the best word Leah could use to describe her encounter was intense.

It was honestly mind-boggling how Brad, with his sweet smile, kind eyes, soft spoken voice, and polite mannerisms, completely flipped a switch at the drop of a hat. The downright adorable man Leah had been spending so much time with showed an extremely different side of himself. He was teasing, dominant, commanding, ferocious. Each article of clothing removed worked to awaken a feral creature. Each shiver or tremble was met with a cocky, attractive smirk. When quiet moans were partially stifled out of embarrassment, he had no issues in forcing them out, along with shattering Leah's ability to remain coherent or lucid, by becoming more aggressive in his gestures.

Truth be told, no one had ever made Leah feel so much pleasure before. Previous bed partners usually had her assume the role of authoritative figure because of how she carried herself. A stubborn, unwavering resolve made other people view Leah as the type of girl to give orders rather than receive them. She was one to overpower instead of being subdued.

Brad, on the other hand...

He tossed that sentiment right out the damn window.

And the fact that Leah was still able to feel remnants of last night—shown via a deep seated ache in her hands, back, hips, and thighs—was nothing short of mesmerizing.

Upon sitting up, it was immediately noticed how the bed's headboard was missing. Long scratch marks could be seen embedded in several spots on the wall. Similar ones were seen in the mattress as well, fluffy memory foam seeping out. The dresser was missing its legs with shards of split wood fragments bunched in a tiny pile on the floor. The door was just gone, having been replaced by a pinned up curtain.

Leah wasn't surprised in the slightest to see her room in such disarray considering how...active things ended up.

Breathing out a small laugh, she slipped on a pair of women's boxers to shield her more intimate areas. A too large plaid button-up was draped over her torso as well, the garment smelling of sweet copper, apples, and vanilla.

It was a familiar, alluring scent which came from the kitchen too, along with the sound of cooking food, light singing, and quiet reggaeton. 

Leah had to brace herself against the wall to keep from toppling over as she walked.

She caught sight of Brad standing in front of the counter by the sink. He had a pan in one hand with a spatula in the other, seemingly plating whatever he'd just been making. His hips swayed in time with the music playing from his phone on the dining table.

Leah shamelessly gawked at her imprint's physique. Since he was only wearing a pair of formfitting boxer briefs, the tight muscles in his shoulders, triceps, back, glutes, and legs were on full display. Rays of sunlight filtered inside through the open windows, causing his beautiful tan skin to sparkle.