Page 51 of Broken Shadows

I bring my lips to his length and rock against my fingers, allowing the vibration of my moans to graze his sensitive skin.Watch me pleasure myself to you.

My other hand slides to my nipple. Holy… fuck. I pant, wishing my fingers were his teeth. I hear his sharp inhale and then…

Do. Not. Stop.

His voice pierces my skull, and I stop moving, rising to meet his eyes. My shadows prickle heat over his skin and sweat drips from his forehead.I love seeing you disheveled like this. It’s so fucking hot.

Lorcan pants. “Let me taste you.” I guide my finger to his lips. My demon sucks the digit into his mouth and swirls his tongue over my skin, eliciting a pleasure-soaked moan from my throat.

I spread my legs and drift my hands back down my stomach to my aching pussy. I slide my fingertips along my swollen vulva, slowly tracing circles around my clitoris until a fever consumes me, my orgasm drawing tighter like an invisible coil in my core, ready to snap at any moment—

Please, Evie.

I whimper, the need to come cresting unbearably behind my clit. “Oh, fuck.” I crash to my knees as my legs give out and swallow down his cock, my throat muscles quivering around him. Drool leaks from the corners of my lips as I deep throat him and fuck my fingers feverishly into my pussy, unbearable pressure building as I taste his arousal.

I close my eyes and force my body to inhale. It’s all too much. I’m so fucking close.

My inner walls spasm around my fingers as I come, ecstasy throwing stars across my closed eyelids.

My shadows dissolve just as my orgasm quells, and I pull back as another climax threatens to swallow my senses. But it’s too late. Lorcan’s free. He pulls me upright with trembling hands, claws tearing into my skin with his fervent movements.

I moan as I take in his gritted teeth. His black eyes dart to mine and a primal growl rips from his throat, the sound akin to a feral animal more than a demon. He roughly turns me away from him, throws me onto the windowsill, and presses a palm flat against my spine, driving my hipbones into the wood. My screams echo into the night as my arms and torso dangle out the open window and I stare down all three stories to the snow-covered ground. Fissures of pain thread through my back muscles as I struggle to hold myself up in this awkward position. If he drops me, I’ll die. My throat closes and my arousal slips down my thighs on the heels of the thought.

His voice stings my mind.You have no fucking idea what you do to me, making me beg like that.The cold air wraps me like a blanket as pleasure-edged pain shoots through my ass cheek. He spanks me again and again until I’m red and raw. His racing heartbeats thrum in my ears as he devastates my pussy.You swallow me so perfectly, My Witch.

He places a hand under my lower stomach, lifting and angling me as he stretches me unlike every before. Pain washes with pleasure and he slams into me, forcing my breasts to bounce over the edge of the window. The icy gusts are welcome because I feel like I might die from the heat of us.

Tell me your mine, that every part of you belongs to me.His command comes out desperate, or dare I say, vulnerable.Tell me.

My heart flutters, my mind caught between unescapable lust and something else.I’m yours, Lorcan. I always have been.

He grasps my hair, those strands being all that remain between me and certain death. As if he can sense it, his shadows curls around my throat, the pressure increasing on my jugular.

The snow-powdered world fuzzes and falls to stars in my vision as he emits a deep roar, slapping his thighs against my ass cheeks and ropes of hot cum fill me until they’re pouring out.

A scream tears from my throat, entangling with his as I fall into a deeper, longer orgasm the second time, my toes curling against the air.

CHAPTER SEVENTEEN

Lorcan

My eyes light with pleasure that morning as Evie walks out from a shadow cast by a long bookcase to my left. I'm so godsdamn proud of her for learning to shadow walk on her own.

“Nice of you to join us,” I say, smoke curling around my masked face. I inhale another drag of my cigarette, leaning my back against the mahogany rolling ladder and keep my attention riveted to the arched ceiling. My eyes trace the painted black and purple swirls, enjoying the painted scenes of dark, depraved events in the Human Realm. Those were the best of times.

I turn to face her, holding out a cigarette in my palm like it’s a peace offering. Her lips twitch as if she struggles to hold back a smile while I think back to last night.

I muffle a groan as she wraps her lips around the filter and waits for me to light it. Her lips part slightly as I observe her closely. I don't miss the subtle shift of her legs, her black jean clad thighs rubbing together. I step into her space, slipping my fingers into my pocket to snag my lighter. With a stroke of my thumb, the gas within wooshes upward and ignites into an orange flame.

I hold it suspended in the air between us for a moment, enjoying the scent of her sweet arousal permeating the air as I exhale slowly through my nose, then ignite the end of her cigarette and kiss her temple. She inhales deeply, and I watch the flame catching, transforming into a tantalizing glowing ember.

I skim my hand across her lower back as I move past her into the stacks, then tuck my hands into my pockets and stroll toward the plush seating area.

“About time, Brother,” Ezra teases as he sits next to Gideon on the black leather couch he moved in here from the living room. I watch Ezra drool over Rosa as she walks to the fireplace and places her hand on her hip

Ezra grins, casually ignoring Gideon’s heavy silence on the other cushion, before flicking his gaze behind me.

I turn my attention to Gideon. “Now, what to do with you?”

---