Page 34 of Broken Shadows

My hips buck as my cock swells painfully and pulsates, copious amounts of pre-cum leaking down my veiny shaft. I tip my head back and suck in a breath. Cool misty rain dewing on my overheated face. My chin tips down and my gaze connects with Evie’s lust drunk orbs, then skates down her rosy cheeks to her sexy swollen lips. I bite my lip hard, relishing the sting on the fresh cuts and feather my thumb over her lower lip, collecting the fine dewy drops of rain, then push it onto her waiting tongue.

I groan, “Evie, fuck.” Backing her into the nearest headstone, I kick her legs apart and grind between her thighs. Evie hisses as the cold rock penetrates her thin jeans and I smile against her mouth. My tattooed hands cup her ass, lifting her onto the headstone.

I rest my forehead against hers. “Fucking Hell, Baby Girl. Do you know how badly I’ve missed being buried in your pretty cunt?” Our lips battle savagely for a moment, then I draw back and stare into her lust drunk chocolate eyes.

“Call me Little Witch,” Evie commands, spearing a hand into my hair and brushing her peaked nipples against my chest.

My heart swells with warm, fuzzy feelings and a shooting pain sears through my chest, as if my body is trying to push the feelings out as if they’re poison.

Her other hand squeezes my biceps as an emotion I cannot comprehend floats between us like a heavy fog. Streaks of lust illuminate the building tension like lightning.

“Fine,” I say breathlessly. “Little Witch.”

She grabs my hand and directs it past the waistband of her pants, her hand gliding on top of mine. I inhale sharply, no further coaxing necessary, as two of my fingers slide into her needy little pussy. I swirl them against her walls, remove them, and swiftly suck the digits into my mouth. Her pupils widen and darkness sweeps through her irises, pure primal need and magic merging into one. My shadows tear through her jeans just as hers deftly unbutton and shove mine to the ground.

“Evie,” I pant, “your cunt tastes fucking delicious. Now let’s see how good it feels.” My cock leaks copious amounts of pre-cum as I line it up with her entrance and thrust. Our joint gasps fill the frozen air as my cock slams into her cunt, her slick squelching between us. Evie’s fingers dig into my ass cheeks.

Pain ripples through my scalp as her shadows pull on my hair. I growl, rolling my hips into her with inhuman speed. Her head falls back as I continue thrusting and suck her nipple into my mouth. Her core clenches against me signaling her impending release.

“Uhghng,” I moan. “I hate you for being so damn perfect.” My lips connect with her neck as I attack it with kisses and bites.

“Oh, fuck,” she moans. “I'm so close. Lorcan, don't stop.”

My balls slap heavily against her damp skin as I rut into her. I throw my head back and my hipbones smack into the headstone, the bite of pain spurring me on. “Hold onto me,” I command, and Evie’s legs wrap around my waist, her feet crossing above my ass. “Don't let go.” My palms connect with the cold stone, claws digging in as I use the headstone for leverage. I angle my hips until I find her G-spot and relentlessly grind against it.

My witch mumbles and moans incoherently against my neck as I drive into her pussy harder and faster, my pending orgasm just out of reach.

“Gods!” she screams.

“That’s right, come for me.” Three more mind bending thrusts, then her orgasm drenches my cock.

I moan as my pleasure builds to unstable heights. “Ahhgh…MmUhgnhgn…Fuuuuck.” My orgasm swirls into existence like a sudden tornado. Roaring, I paint the fucking walls of her pussy with my cum.

Evie hugs my neck. “I love how you fill me up.”

“Shit,” I groan as another unexpected wave of pleasure milks several more jets of cum into her.

I watch with pride as the liquid of our combined releases leaks around my cock and drips onto my balls, then nestle my face into her neck and bury my face in her soft hair.

I lean to the side and yank up my jeans while holding Evie steady on the gravestone. My shadows smooth down her back, then cloaks around us to shield her from the winter elements.

“Did you just put a shadow cloak on me?” she asks.

“It’s freezing out here.” I raise a sardonic brow. “Plus, it’s more of a shadow blanket.”

A bubble of silence builds between us and is swiftly popped as we both belly-laugh.

The sound of her laughter, especially after everything she's gone through, breathes something warm and fuzzy to life behind my ribs, but its quickly quelled as she automatically rejects the emotion. I feel it in our bond, as if she needs the lack of feeling between us.

Evie’s happiness fades as quickly as it came, the sparkle in her eyes dimming. She needs to be taken care of. Even if she rejects my heart and wants to believe I want nothing but to fuck her. I’ll take care of her until she realizes I’m not going anywhere.

Her legs almost buckle, and I pull her upright.

“I’m fine,” she says, blinking several times, but I can see how much creating the portal took out of her.

She rests her head against my shoulder as I scoop her into my arms, wrap her tighter in my blanket of shadows, then trudge back to the manor.

CHAPTER ELEVEN

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