Page 37 of Broken Shadows

Our bond sings with intensity as his tongue duels with mine. Lorcan sucks on my tongue, and I moan into his mouth. His teeth sharpen, nicking my lips, the taste of iron fueling my desperate desire. Lorcan rocks his hips against my ass, his thick cock gliding through the mess he created at the apex of my thighs.

I startle as he parts his fingers around the head of his swollen erection. Groaning, he rubs his cock between the V of his tattooed fingers and cups my pussy. Arousal slips between his fingers as his hand glides easily over my clit, pleasuring us both at once.

A whimper slips from me, but no words are spoken between us.

We don't need them.

Our bodies speak louder and more coherently than our tangled thoughts ever could. In fact, the presence of his noticeably absent shadows makes this all feel vastly more intimate. It’s just us, who we really are when stripped down to our souls, skin against skin. I arch my back, urging Lorcan to sink inside me. He chuckles and traps my throat in his free hand, growling long and deep as he thrusts into my aching, needy pussy.

Time blurs by, its meaning nonexistent as we rock against each other, my hips meeting his every thrust. Delirium clouds all rational thought as I moan and whimper, the pressure within me building to mind boggling levels. Lorcan moans and his fingers flex tightly around the column of my throat. I don't know how long we lose ourselves in each other's arms, but eventually, his hard, deep thrusts penetrate me with ravenous intensity.

He nips my earlobe, then groans. “Are you going to come for me, Baby Girl.”

“Yesss,” I moan, teetering on the edge of orgasm. I jerk as he pinches my clit between his thumb and forefinger firmly. He strokes the skin around it in an upward motion, massaging the epicenter of nerves. My breath stalls in my lungs as I crash violently into my climax—pure rapture. I bite into his tense shoulder as my toes go numb, riding the brutal ecstasy filled waves.

“Good fucking girl,” he praises, the words rolling from his tongue in a half growl, half moan. I slide my hand between my legs and wrap my fingers around the base of his shaft. He jerks against me and grunts out a gasp as I tighten my fist, the silky skin of his hard cock sliding erotically within the circle of my fingers and into my body. “Ughng, fuck me that feels so damn good,” he groans, then wraps his arms and legs around me and shudders. “Evie,” Lorcan moans with a voice like it’s been sifted through gravel. “Evie. Evie. Evie.” His cock swells, then gloriously hot cum splashes inside my pussy.

I shiver as another small wave of bliss zips through me. “I love when you come inside me,” I say, my words slurring with exhaustion. I stroke my fist down his still hard cock a few more times, milking him until his cum spills around our cuddled sexes.

Lorcan’s mouth tips upward wolfishly, then his head lowers and caresses my lips in a kiss. “Good,” Lorcan says passionately, “because I will never stop.”

CHAPTER TWELVE

Lorcan

Is it more appropriate to burn the manor down, therefore smoking out myhouseguests, or violently evict them with shadows?

“Fuck,” I curse and stab my fingers into my hair as I pace in front of the pool table. This was the only room I’m positive the others have yet to explore. No doubt if Aiden and Ezra knew, my hideout would be no more.

Perhaps Evie had the right idea with the graveyard; dead humans don’t speak—well, most of the time.

A memory of a young female ghost singing and swinging on a playground crosses my mind’s eye.

Evie’s presence consumes every breath and pours down my throat.

The Human Realm finally awaits, no phantom strings yanking me back to the Shadow Realm.

I’m fuckingfree.

My heart rate slows and a true smile eases onto my face. Yet, the only place I want to be is wherever my little witch is.

I exhale with a barely detectible growl, and rub a hand over my face, enjoying the momentary reprieve from my mask.

Baby Girl, I call down our bond. A minute passes in silence and my throat clogs with anxiety. Shit. Mayb—

Yes,My Demon?

Oh, thank fuck.Come to me.I feel more than hear her sweet, mental laughter.

Desperate?

Yes,I growl and send the memory of her face slackened with bliss as I fucked her in the graveyard.

That’s cheating,she gasps in my mind.

I’m a demon. It’s a rite of passage.Evie’s lust builds, strumming our bond and hardening my cock. I groan.Come. Here.

Well, since you asked so nicely,she replies, then smooths her end of the bond shut.

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