Binding Fire: Paranormal Romance (Bad Boys of the Underworld Book 3) by Mallory Crowe Read Free Book Online

hands. He wanted to see them but couldn’t risk her waking. He would just have to imagine the rosy, flushed colors of her nipples as they hardened under his touch and begged for his mouth.
    He remembered bending her over the sink. They had been pushed right into his face, and the dark look on Muriel’s face told him that she was imagining all sorts of naughty things. He had similar images in his own mind. He had seen himself paying each breast special attention. Tongue teasing one pink tip while his hand kept the other satisfied.
    Kier’s cock surged in arousal. He shifted a bit, moving his bound hand closer to him and in the process, slightly adjusting her wrist. He was motionless for a few long seconds, waiting to see whether she had awoken. Her steady breaths signaled that she still slept soundly.
    His bound hand went back to caressing and massaging her breast while the other moved to his cock. He wrapped his hand around the base that was now hard as steel. He imagined her hand touched him. She was inexperienced with the ways of men. He could tell she had remained chaste by her frequent blushes and modest underwear. She had been around long enough to know the ins and outs of sex. She had probably even fucked an angel or two in her long life, but the sterile mating of angels was nothing compared to the passion that mortals and demons experienced during sex.
    He would teach her how great it could be. He would have her begging for more.
    He imagined her begging for his cock to fill her. Her kneeling in front of him, taking his cock in her mouth while her hands gripped the base. She would eagerly take him as far in her throat as she could while he would wrap his hands in her hair and show her how he wanted her.
    His hand moved faster, up and down his length, as he imagined that it was her tongue. He would come in her mouth, and she would swallow every drop. It wouldn’t be enough for her. She would want more. She would want him on top of her. Inside her. He would throw her on the bed and fall on top of her, already hard. In a second, he would plunge between her thighs, sliding deep and long inside her.
    She would be a little animal under him, screaming and clawing, but only because she loved it so much. Then he would fuck her as if their lives depended on it. She would orgasm around his cock, screaming for him. Her tight pussy walls would grip his length, holding him tightly to her while her nails would leave tracks down his back.
    The images of her, head thrown back, breasts up, while screaming for him and squeezing his cock was too much. His breath came in quick pants as his seed released, covering his hand and pants.
    He lay still for a moment, trying to catch his breath. He looked over to her still sleeping form and realized that his bound hand was clutching tightly at her breast. Muriel groaned in her sleep and pushed herself deeper into his touch. Careful not to wake her, he removed his hand from her and wiped his other hand on his pants. He smiled to himself while thinking about the possible reactions if she woke up to find him in this state. He would spare her the embarrassment. With a quick thought, he was covered with a new and clean pair of sweatpants.
    She would never need to know his dirty thoughts toward her while she slept. He might tell her anyway. For fun.

CHAPTER FIVE
     
    Azazel looked down upon the trembling prophet. A pathetic example of one.
    In their heyday, prophets were as close to God as humanity got. They were exalted and cherished. Now they lived in secret and in fear. Instead of exalting in their power, they hid away from the world. Trying to be normal .
    Tears streamed down the prophet’s pale and ashen skin while silent sobs shook his body. Azazel looked at the two guards he brought with him, signaling that they could relax. This man would be no trouble.
    The guards let go of the prophet’s arms and he slumped limply to his knees.
    Azazel knelt next to him and planted a concerned look on