Bound to the Fallen (Prophecy #2)

by Stevie J. Cole

  Her blonde hair swayed slightly across her shoulders as she turned her head to face me. She was an attractive girl, but really too made up for my taste.

  “As you wish,” she said. She slowly batted her eyes at me; the dim light from the lamp on my dresser caught the iridescent flakes embedded in the heavy eye shadow covering her eyelids.

  “Now,” I unbuttoned my shirt as I spoke to her, “Just to go back over the things we did last time — hard rules are there’s to be no touching any part of my body with your mouth.” Glaring down at her, I pulled my shirt from my body. “Understood, aye?” I nodded my head as I waited on her to respond.

  “Yes, I understand.”

  “I mean, no part of me. No kissing anywhere!” I paused, unfastening the zipper on my slacks, “And my lips will touch no part of you. I promise you that.” I raised my eyebrow at her. My pants dropped around my ankles and I stepped out of them, picking them up and folding them neatly on my bed. “Makes it too…” my voice stilled as I glanced at my reflection once more in the dresser mirror, trying to choose my words wisely, “personal for me.”

  It was obvious that my saying that still wasn’t very pleasing to her. Most women enjoy the sensual feeling of kissing, being kissed, but I don’t care for the intimacy of it; not to mention the temptation the feel of it stirs inside me. If she only knew pressing her lips to mine would be no different than placing her mouth against the cold jaws of a cobra. Deadly. She’d be tempting death with my kiss.

  I studied her. “If that’s not all right by you…” I intentionally cut my sentence short and reached over to grab my slacks.

  “No, it’s fine,” she whispered.

  “Good.” I pulled my boxers off and stood naked in front of her. The sight of her did little to arouse me. I gripped my cock and stroked it to get hard. “Any rules for me?”

  “No. I’ll do whatever you like.” She thought for a moment and then added, “Except, don’t put anything around my neck.” She glanced up at me from the floor, ever so slightly wetting her lips with her tongue. Her attempt to look seductive didn’t work in the least.

  “Very well then. Stand up,” I demanded.

  I watched as she obeyed, rising slowly from the floor and standing in front of me. The act of sex had all but become a habit to me. I had long ago become desensitized to it.

  “Take off your clothes,” I said, leaning my elbow on my dresser while I watched her disrobe. The music in the background was loud and heavy and she tried to remove her clothing to the beat of it. She finished undressing and stood completely nude in front of me.

  “Now.” I reached across my dresser and handed her a blindfold. “Put this on.”

  She complied and slipped the red satin cloth over her eyes. I grabbed the belt laid across my bed and wound it tightly around my hand.

  “I don’t like a lot of noise,” I casually informed her.

  Allowing the belt to uncurl from my hands, I reached my arm back. I released the tension of my drawn muscles harshly across her backside; the meat of her ass jiggled from the contact of the leather on her skin. She bowed down and I heard a muffled moan come from her. I pulled my hand back again and this time whipped the strap with more force. I continued to discipline her until I felt sated, until I figured she believed this was who I really was.

  I grabbed her hair and wound my fingers in it tightly. My hands rested at the nape of her neck and I yanked her face up to mine. Placing my lips close to her ears, her hair brushed softly against my face as I growled, “I’m going to fuck you, make you feel something no one else is able to.”

  I pulled the condom from the dresser and handed it to her. “Open it,” I demanded.

  She bit down on the edge of the wrapper and tore it open with her teeth. Pulling the condom from the wrapper, she glanced up at me for direction. Raven had trained her well. This one didn’t make a move without my telling her to.

  “Put it on,” I said.

  She placed it on the tip of my head and slowly unrolled it.

  Her breath caught as I placed my hand around the base of my cock and shoved into her. I pumped myself into her forcefully and she let out a loud moan.

  My forefinger rested over her mouth. “Shhh,” I whispered, “no need to be so damn loud.”

  She reached around and grabbed onto my shoulder, digging her nails into my flesh. I moved my hand behind my back and tightly grabbed onto her wrist; I slammed her arm into the floor. Glaring down at her, I continued to thrust myself into her. Her chin tilted back as she clenched onto her bottom lip with her teeth.

  Pulling myself out of her, I rose from the floor. “Stand up,” I demanded.

  She clamored to her feet and stood perfectly still. Her breasts rose significantly with each breath she took as she fought to catch her breath

  “Good,” I complemented her obedience.

  I placed my hands on her sides and skirted them up to her breasts, my hands brushing gently across them, the hardened bead of her nipple rubbing against my palm. I grabbed her nipple between my forefinger and thumb and pinched. She whimpered softly as I tugged on them. Sweeping her hair to the side, I pulled my face close to her neck and breathed heavy, warm breaths on her skin. I brought my lips to her ear, almost brushing the sensitive skin of her earlobe with them.

  “No, you must be quite. This is nothing. You’re going to have to keep better control,” I hissed. My inner being thirsted for the feeling of complete control, I wanted to feel her surrender to me. The fact that she had no idea exactly what darkness she was letting in sent a thrill coursing through my veins.

  Gripping firmly behind her shoulders, I forced her against the wall. I grabbed behind her knee and slammed her leg up against her body, tightly squeezing the meat of her ass in my hand. My fingers moved over to the edge of her thigh and I lightly stroked over her cleft. She let out a soft groan as I flirted with her opening. She was messy, wet from her desire to have me inside of her. Pinching her clit between my fingers, I rolled it back and forth, applying more pressure with each circular movement. She grabbed at the wall with her hands, slapping them against the smooth texture as she gasped for air.

  I took my free hand and shoved myself back into her as I said, “I’m not ready for you to go there. Control it, Amy.” I fucked her hard, using my entire body to pin her against the cold wall.

  “Your cunt feels so good,” I snarled as I rammed myself into her.

  Within moments her back arched and she flung her head to the side, groaning from the intense pleasure only an immortal creature can give someone. Her cries fed the hunger I had and I relentlessly thrust into her; grinding my hips in small circles.

  Closing my eyes, I felt the pressure building followed by a brief, fleeting second of release. I stood still for a few moments and then backed away from her. She breathlessly slid down the wall, supporting herself against my dresser.

  I stumbled to the bathroom and removed the condom, tossing it into the trash beside my vanity. Ridiculous that I had to wear the damn things. No mortal disease could touch me, it was all for show. To make them feel safe. Safe. If only they knew the creature I truly was, no mortal would ever feel safe with me.

  I glanced briefly at my reflection in the mirror before I flipped the light off.

  Making my way back to the side of my bed, I stood over her; her chest was still heaving as her body tried to return to its normal state. I slid my forefinger under the satin material of the blindfold and tugged it down; the glazed-over look of her eyes showing the meaningless satisfaction she had just experienced.

  “I want to go deeper,” she panted.

  I held my stare. I could feel the corners of my lips curling ever so slightly up as I laughed. “You’re not ready. You’ve got to learn to control yourself better first.” I paused and watched as she spread her legs open, inviting me in again. A sigh of frustration flew from my lips and I reached for my pants. “Control yourself better,” I growled.

  A hum
iliated expression washed over her face and she quickly closed her legs.

  I pulled my slacks up around my waist and fastened them. “Don’t be so greedy. It’s unbecoming,” I said, casting a disapproving look at her.

  Kneeling down, I picked her clothes up and placed them in her lap. I glanced at her eyes and saw want flickering within them. At that moment I knew that she wouldn’t be able to separate herself, wouldn’t be capable of keeping her emotions out of this.

  I shook my head. “I just don’t know if this is going to work out.”

  Amy pulled her jeans back up over her hips and then slid her feet back into her heels. She held her bra and shirt in her hands as she tried to seductively sashay her way across the room. She moved behind me, dragging her nails across my bare back. I stared blankly at the reflection of the two of us in the mirror; it did absolutely nothing for me.

  “Do you know how hard it is for me to control myself with you?” she asked. She reached up to my shoulder and ran her nails across my neck and into my hair. Her feeble attempts to seduce me had no effect. “You’re so damn sexy,” she whispered.

  Her hand felt back down my neck, across my shoulder and around to my chest. Tracing along the center of my abdomen, she stopped at my waistline, dipping her finger along the edge of my pants and rubbing against my skin. The warmth of her cheek pressed to my back preceded the wetness of her lips gently kissing my skin.

  Grabbing her hand, I pushed it away from me as I spun around. I gripped her shoulders securely and felt anger from her disobedience searing inside me.

  My pulse quickened while I glared down at her. “I told you not to touch me with your mouth, didn’t I?”

  She stood there, her eyes widened, her jaw hung open, and her lips trembling. “I — I just —” She was still new to this and didn’t understand the seriousness of hard rules. Especially not the seriousness of this rule in particular.

  I shoved her away from me. “You don’t break those rules. Ever!” I roared. “This isn’t going to work. You’re not a good fit for me.” Narrowing my eyes into a menacing glare, I looked at her and my voice boomed from the ceilings, “Defiant!” I shook my head as I walked from my room to the hallway. “Grab your things,” I yelled, following the hall toward the front door, scratching my hands along the wall as I walked. My nails dug into the sheetrock and I had to relax my grip, forcing myself to contain the strength I’d been banished from unleashing.

  Amy’s steps were hard and quick as she tromped down the hallway. I opened the door and waited for her. She hurried past me, stopping once she’d crossed the threshold.

  Amy pushed herself up on her toes as much as she could to bring her face close to mine. She squinted her eyes as she glared at me. “I’ll make you want me, Gavin Hunter. I’ll have you dying to fuck me again.” I could hear the quiver in her voice as she spoke. I had shattered her ego with my disinterest and ability to end things so abruptly.

  “I doubt that. I don’t want anyone.” I shut the door and went down the hallway into my living room.

  Stretching out on my couch, I stared up at the ceiling. My eyes traced along the dark wooden support beams that ran across the vaulted room. I lay there, listening to the music that was still playing loudly. I reached over to my coffee table and grabbed the small, white remote to my surround system. Holding my hand up, I pressed the volume button and brought the level down significantly. My eyes closed, allowing the music resonating from the walls to fill my mind.

  Completely alone I laid, enjoying the solitude I had created for myself, completely satisfied with the control I had over my life.

  Chapter Six

  Brooke

  Constance and I went out Saturday night to listen to her brother’s band, The Flying Squirrel Nuggets, play. They were actually pretty good but they didn’t have any of their own songs, they just covered any and every grunge rock band from the 1990s and of course layered on the black eyeliner.

  After the band finished their first set the bar became quite enough for me and Constance to finally talk to one another.

  Propping her arm against the bar, she looked over at me. “So, what’s going on with you? I haven’t seen you give the first guy the eye.”

  I glared at her. “What is that supposed to mean?”

  “Uh, you,” a sly grin crept across her lips, “are a slut puppy!” She threw her blonde hair behind her shoulders and reached for her beer.

  “Thanks, friend.”

  Constance had worked doubles the last two days, and I hadn’t had a chance to mention Gavin to her yet. I swallowed my imported Belgian lager and cleared my throat, “Well, there’s this guy at work — well, he’s better described as a man.”

  “Really? Hmmm.” Constance arched one eyebrow and puckered her lips out. “So do tell. What’s his name and how’s his ass?”

  “Gavin Hunter.” I grinned just hearing his name roll off my lips.

  Constance sipped her beer and sat the bottle back down on the bar. She peeled at the label with her acrylic nails. “Sexy name,” she said.

  “Yep,” I nodded. “Dr. Gavin Hunter… neurosurgeon.”

  Her eyes widened and her lips stretched across her face. “A doctor, huh? I thought they were your arch nemesis, Brooke? Is he like the Kryptonite to your Superman, or have you finally come around to the fact that you should go for the big ballers?” She paused briefly to take a breath. “He’s not a creepy old man is he? If he’s a balding man, Brooke, I just can’t condone it.” She shook her head and her lips snarled up with repulsion. “Money bags or not, there’s an age limit.”

  Rolling my eyes, I said, “No, he’s not old and balding. He’s fucking gorgeous.” I shut my eyes to better picture how incredibly delectable he was. “He literally glows. Oh God, he has this amazing wavy brown hair,” I waved my hands along my hair, “His face is — just — beautiful. Oh, and he’s British.” I knew that last little tidbit of information would send her over the edge.

  “Oh hell! I’m gonna need to meet this one.” She squinted her eyes and lowered her shoulders slightly. “So, how long do you think it’ll take for you to screw him?”

  I giggled, “The girl at work said he doesn’t date people from work. Evidently every girl has tried to get in his pants and he’s not interested.”

  “But none of those girls are you,” she smiled and enveloped the lip of her beer with her mouth, tipping the bottle back.

  I took a deep breath. My thoughts wandered to how sexy he must be stripped down to nothing but his boxers, how a man that looked that good had no choice but to know how to please a woman. I snapped myself out of it quickly because I refused to stoop to the level of Trisha, or Nicole. As I’d told myself a million times, I was looking, just looking.

  After I finished my beer, I headed toward the restrooms in the back of the dark, smoke-filled bar. I reached for the brass handle and pulled the door open, revealing a group of girls standing at the sink freshening up their makeup.

  “The lead singer definitely made eye contact with me.” I heard one of them say.

  I just laughed to myself because the lead singer, Colton, was Constance’s brother, and a complete idiot. I was hoping the girl didn’t get her hopes up too high because she would be disappointed as soon as he opened his mouth and washed the eyeliner off.

  “Brooke?” I heard a familiar voice say.

  Looking over, I found Ashley, wobbling back and forth trying to keep her balance as she reached for the paper towels.

  I smiled. “Hey.”

  “Hey gurrl!” She leaned over and wrapped her arms around me. “I’m swasted. “Shhhhh… don’t tewl on me.” She drunkenly placed her index finger on my mouth and we both swayed backwards, banging against the wall.

  “Okay,” I laughed, and we exited the restroom.

  Colton and the other band members were standing by the bar with Constance and the three girls from the restroom.

  “Come meet my friends,” I said, pul
ling Ashley behind me.

  Colton’s eyes locked onto Ashley. A primal, cave man look overcame him as I trotted up with my drunken friend.

  “This is Ashley. She works with me,” I pulled her closer in. I pointed to each individual as I named off everyone in the group, “This is Constance, Adam, Colton, and Corey.”

  Colton stepped away from the bar and grabbed Ashley’s hand, leaning down to kiss it. “It’s a pleasure to meet you, Ashley.”

  “Ohhh, a little Casanova?” Ashley giggled and staggered back. I pushed her shoulders gently to help her regain her balance.

  The three girls from the restroom lingered for a few minutes, realizing that no one was paying any attention to them they finally left. Adam handed me a glass and just as I was savoring the first sip from my watered-down drink Ashley whacked me on the back. I covered my mouth to keep from spitting my drink all over Constance.

  “What?” I spun around and found Ashley wide eyed. “What?” I demanded she answer me.

  Her finger trembled as she pointed across the bar. “Look!” Ashley gasped.

  I followed her finger, but all I saw was a crowd of people. Ashley tugged on my shirt and then I saw what she was pointing at. It was Dan.

  “Shit,” I belted out. I ducked under the bar, yanking Ashley down with me.

  We crouched at the base of the bar, staring at each other in shock. The floor was wet and sticky from drinks spilling from the bar top. Constance looked down at us. She sipped on her drink and moved her eyes from side to side before directing them back down at us.

  “Uhhh… what the hell are you two doing?” Constance asked.

  “He’s here,” I whispered. Constance looked confused so I whispered it again. “He’s here!” I felt a few drops from someone’s drink fall onto my back.

  “Who? Who’s here? Captain Jack Sparrow? Is there a mutiny, Cap’n?” She laughed, snorting before taking another sip of her drink. “What’d you guys take? I want some of whatever it was.” She laughed and stared at us like we’d lost our damn minds.