The Drazen World: LUST (Kindle Worlds Novella) Read Online Free Page B

following her everywhere she went.
    She always complained about that, after her first attempt. How Monica and I never left her alone, never let her breathe.
    Then a deep voice interrupts my approach.
    “No talking.”
    I freeze in my tracks, still half-hidden from the bench by the line of bushes. I recognize that voice, though I only met him for a few minutes earlier, when Monica insisted on introducing the two of us, despite my reservations (and, okay, the fact that I’d called him an asshole to her face earlier in the day).
    Jonathan.
    Which must mean Monica is with him.
    I should back away now. Leave them be, to whatever the fuck they’re doing. But some uncontrollable urge possesses me. Curiosity, maybe, or maybe something darker. I take half a step closer, until I can see between the drying leaves of the fauna between us.
    Monica is sitting straight on the bench, Jonathan wrapped around her like he’s taking control.
    He is, actually. I watch him pinch her breast through her sweater, and her head falls back on her neck, lips parting in another faint gasp. That explains the sound that led me here.
    In spite of myself, in spite of the fact that I’m not into Monica at all, not like that, I can feel my cock beginning to twitch again, stiffening. I’m not really thinking about them, as I watch them on the bench. I’m thinking about Father Kendrick, about his warm, strong hands, and the salty flavor of his finger on my tongue.
    I’m thinking about him as I watch Jonathan put his finger in Monica’s mouth.
    “Make this wet.”
    She sucks on his finger the way I want to suck Father Kendrick’s cock. Hard, wet, sloppy, like she’d give this man whatever he wanted.
    “Your legs are crossed. Spread them,” he orders, after making her look at him.
    I watch her obey his every command, unzipping her pants when ordered, touching herself at his command. The weight of my own need hangs heavy between my legs, painful at this point. I’m so fucking hard that I’m going to need to sneak off to a private corner of my own, preferably one where I can close my eyes and picture the Father on his knees in front of me as I wrap my fist around myself.
    But then a hot, warm body presses up against mine. I don’t even need to turn around. I can fucking smell him, that infuriating, addictive scent, sandalwood and salt and still a hint of frankincense and myrrh still clinging to him from mass.
    I didn’t know he was coming to the wake. But of course he would. Why wouldn’t he? He’d been at the mass.
    “Father Kendrick.” I tilt my head toward him, but before I can meet his eyes, he rests his hand on my jaw and turns my face forward again, making sure I’m watching the scene before us. Monica has her hands down her jeans now, her face turned to Jonathan, eyes half-closed, lost in pleasure at his order.
    “Paul,” he corrects. A tiny smirk works its way onto my mouth at that.
    “Paul,” I repeat.
    His hand drips down my jawline. His fingers are rough against my stubble, a match striking a matchbox. Flames ignite inside me. Fucking hell, I’ve never been this hard in my life. I can already feel a drip of pre-cum against the fabric of my boxers. If it were possible to come without touching my dick, I think I would have just at the feel of his hand as it wraps around my neck, inching down my body slowly.
    He is in control, and he knows it. His hand glides over my chest, digging into my muscles, tracing my pecks, pinching at the hard little buds of my nipples through the thin fabric of my shirt. I expect him to stop there, tear my shirt off, trace his hands over my abs, maybe, but he doesn’t.
    That hand keeps sliding, down my chest, pressing into every ridge of my abs. His body folds over and behind mine, and I can feel the hard dig of his cock against my ass cheek. Fuck. Just fucking feel the size of him . He must be at least 9 or 10 inches long, and thick . I’ve never been with a man that large before.
    Or one this