Page 38 of Broken Shadows

My lips quirk to one side as her soft, unhurried footsteps sound moments later.

Depraved thoughts skitter across my mind as she walks into the room, closing the door behind her. Her long, unbound hair swaying against the small of her back with the movement. Evie presses her back against the door and bites her lip.

I growl darkly. “That lip… What have I said about biting it?”

Evie’s mouth parts and her teeth release the plump flesh. She glances up at me as I grip the edge of the pool table, and my breath catches.

Her smile falters as she scans my face seriously. “Why am I here, Lorcan?” she asks, rounding the game table and halting at my side.

I straighten my spine, then cross my arms over my chest, forcing my hands to obey and not pull her to me. “Nothing. I’ve changed my mind. You can go back to whatever you were doing,” I state casually and shrug.

Evie’s eyebrows pitch inward, and her eyes darken. “No,” she says simply.

“No?”

“No. I’m not going to leave when you have that look in your eye.”

I scoff. “I do not have a look.”

“You do. It’s the same look you get when you tell me to run.”

“Fuck,” I moan and tip my head back. “Baby Girl, I don’t have enough restraint for this.”

“Why did you call for me?”

I exhale and grip the nape of my neck with both hands. My gaze lowers and pins Evie with a heated glare. “Because I… godsdamnit…” I exhale through my nostrils.

Words, Lorcan.

My hands flex at my sides. “Fucking, Hellfire. I missed you, Little Witch. Okay?” Evie’s jaw drops and her lips form a perfect O, then her teeth snap together and her lips pinch inward, her brown eyes sparkling with… Is that mirth? Oh, for fuck’s sake.

I need to move this conversation onto familiar ground. “And I want you…Ialwayswant you,” I growl and take a step toward her, shadows swirling on my arms and covering the ground by our feet. “No, I fuckingneedyou. The craving to be buried inside you, drawing out your pleasure haunts my every fucking breath. I can’t stay away from you. I. Won’t.”

“I never asked you to, Lor,” Evie says. “There has to be a happy medium.” Pausing, she inhales sharply. “Despite my better intentions, I crave you too. But I never know if I want to suck your cock or slap you for all the shit you’ve put me through.”

I raise a brow and will a shadow to grasp her chin. “I don’t know what you expect me to do with that statement. There is no middle ground for me. If I touch you, I’ll fuck you.”

Evie laughs darkly. “I thought you had more control than that.”

A growl crawls out of my throat as I step up to her, push my chest against her, and force her neck to tilt backward. “And I thought you had better sense than to goad me,” I snarl, my hands shaking, the need to grip her throat and claim her all over again pounding through my entire body. My shadows swell and pulse around us in time with the muscle in my chest.

My witch laughs. “You need me,” she states. “Now, shut the fuck up and kiss me, Demon.”

I raise a hand, hover it near her cheek, then lower my lips until they skim hers as I speak, and Primal lust sharpens my words. “Is that a challenge?”

“Absolutely.”

I groan. “Fuck.” My shadows explode in a tsunami of darkness, erasing the space between us. I loop Evie's long, gorgeous hair around my hand and plunder her mouth with my tongue. Dark musings plague my mind as Evie and I stumble and crash blindly into the wall. I moan as her tongue teases my tastebuds. Damn. Her mouth is fucking sinful. My hips buck against her involuntarily.

I need to be inside her.

Throbbing desire spreads throughout my balls the more I imagine thrusting my cock into her dripping cunt. Evie moans as my erection rubs against her pussy, the only barrier between us my fitted gray joggers and her thin leggings. My witch’s hand curls around the back of my neck as she pulls her lips from mine with a gasp.

For a moment we just stare at each other, our panting breaths mingling between us, then I roll my hips slowly, grinding salaciously against her. The heat of her seeps through the fabric barrier tauntingly. Pressure builds in my balls, and I hum as I cup the back of her head, spearing my fingers through her silky strands.

“The things I want to do to you, Little Witch.” I brush my nose against hers, tilt her head back, then wage war on her mouth once more.

My shadows condense, swirling into the tattoos on my body, but don’t calm. They vibrate with unspent lust and magic. Evie moans and my cock twitches against her, pre-cum soaking into the fabric of my pants. “Godsdammit,” I breathe, absolutely consumed by lust; the urge to spread her out on the green felt and feast on her vulnerable body nearly overwhelming.

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