Page 49 of Broken Shadows

I close my eyes, my back against the window, the cold air prickling over my exposed neck. “Are they?” I take another drag of the cigarette, enjoying the buzz of the nicotine in my brain and trying to ignore the throbbing between my legs. I inhale the last drag before throwing it out the window, then turn to face him.

His thoughts flow like a faucet in my mind.

Now that we’re alone, why don’t you tell me more about those thoughts you were having earlier?

My gaze travels downwards, to the bulge straining under his gray sweatpants.

I lick my lips, fever sweeping through my body as my demon straddles me against the windowsill, the wood digging into my lower back.

I couldn’t, possibly. Those thoughts are sinful,I tease, dragging my teeth over my bottom lip, enjoying the way I can so easily pull his attention to any part of me.

His growl reverberates behind his teeth as he brings his mouth to my neck.Tell me what you want,he commands.

I press a hand on his chest, pushing him backward smiling when I notice the thrum of his heartbeat race under my splayed fingers.Not this time.I press my other finger to his lips as they part.This time, you’re going to tell me whatyouwant.

His eyes widen, surprise shining in those pastel green irises, but hunger quickly consumes his gaze. Maintaining eye-contact, I pull down his gray sweatpants. His eyes stay focused on me as he thrusts his cock into my awaiting hands, letting out an incoherent sound when I squeeze. “The last time I did this, I cut a man’s cock off.”

The line between what I should want, and the moral ambiguity of my desire, blurs. I need to feel powerful. Fuck, Idofeel powerful. After years of being afraid, I am finally in control.

I stare deep into his eyes, unblinking, as I grasp his engorged cockhead, smearing the thick bubble of pre-cum leaking from the slit with my thumb.

Tell me,I command.

I want you to be mine,he groans as his shadows unfurl from the small gap between my hips and his questing hands. Ropes of darkness make quick work of my pants, shredding them into ribbons around my feet.To be yours.

Then beg me.

My words come all too quickly, but I know I’ve done something right as he engorges in my hand, his head throbbing. My dripping pussy clenches the air as I take in his every breath, breathing in the scent of his arousal mixed with nutmeg and smoke.

I don’t beg, Witch.He pushes his cock between my legs, and I grab the base, rubbing his head against my clit. His other hand slips down to my ass, and palms the cheek, squeezing hard until I gasp. When he releases my sensitive skin, the pain radiating through my buttocks only adds to the pleasure building in my pussy.

His other hand tangles in my hair as he grabs a fistful and forces me closer to meet his lips. His tongue flicks against my sensitive skin.

He rocks against me harder, grinding his cock against my labia and a guttural groan sounds in my throat.Look how well you stretch for me.

Oh, Gods. No. Fuck. I want him to submit to me, to feel him explode whenIdesire. Just like when he controlled when I could come.

I clamp my legs around his throbbing length, before dropping to my knees.Beg for more. Show me you will submit to me.

I don’t submit to anyone. Not even you.

His gaze flicks to mine as I moisten my lips with the tip of his cock, smearing the pre-cum gathered there. My lips close over his swollen head, and he makes a desperate, needy sound I’ve never heard issue from him before.You taste so good.

His fingers grip the sides of my head, holding me still as he stares down at my lips stretching around him. My shadows inject inky magic into his wrists until he releases me. We turn slightly until his back is over the open window, his legs pushing back against the windowsill.

Hold still,I command, my shadows slinking around his throat and pinning him in place.Or the next thing you’ll feel is pain.

His cock transforms as I dab my teeth into the skin. The ridges of his length pulsate in the ‘O’ of my mouth, stretching my lips further.

Lorcan moans.Uhghn. That’s not the threat you think it is, Little Witch. You know I like pain.

He tilts his head back, the muscles in his throat working beneath my shadows as I explore the ridges with my tongue.

Look at me as I take control, I command.

My shadows tremble as his own attempt to strangle mine so he can fuck my face harder, but my death magic hums in warning, infusing every shadow with searing heat.

Fuck me, Little Killer. Careful with those shadows.

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