Page 76 of Broken Shadows

Hours, minutes, perhaps days, pass by in a haze of orgasms, sweat slicked skin, and moans.

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Evie moans as I slowly thrust my cock into her cunt and slip a third finger into her ass. “Fuck, Lorcan! That feels so good. Please fuck my ass, you’ve been prepping me for hours.”

A chuckle vibrates my throat as I grab a toy and lube from the nightstand drawer. “Not yet, edging you is half the fun.”

“For you maybe.”

I slather the metal anal plug with lube, then circle her puckered hole with the tip and growl, “Fucking brat. I want to play with you first, but I promise I’ll destroy this ass soon,” I pause, inhaling our combined arousal perfuming the air, “but only if you’re a good girl and wear this plug until I say otherwise.”

Evie tenses but quickly melts into the bed. “What if I have to use the bathroom?” she asks breathlessly.

I slowly dip the plug into her, working it farther into her ass. “Take out the toy, clean it, then reinsert it with some lube when you’re finished.”

She groans. “It sounds like you plan on me wearing it for days.”

My lips caress her ass cheek in a kiss. “Would that be so bad? Imagine how desperate you’ll be for my cock. So full, the plug rubbing inside you every time you move.”

“Evie sighs as I seat the metal toy fully inside her. “I suppose that doesn’t sound too torturous.” Her back muscles flex as she whips her head around. “But we should probably go see what the others are doing, right?”

I pull out of her and watch our cum mingle between her thighs. A dark chuckle issues from my throat. “I suppose. Either way, I’ll never get my fill of you.”

She rolls over and presses her face into a pillow. My palm cracks against her ass cheek.

“Get up, Witch. I’m sure your bat misses you.”

“Shit! Gomey,” Evie says as she jumps out of bed.

“He’s fine. I made him a little nest and gave him some blueberries.” I drag a shirt over my head, face Evie, and laugh as she gapes at me, her jaw practically on the godsdamn floor. My knuckle nudges her chin until she closes her mouth on her own. “He’s quite easy to manipulate now that I know what he likes.”

“I’ll say it again; youreallyhave changed. I like seeing this side of you, Lor.”

My lips curl up at the corners as I grin, then toss a pair of black leggings and an oversized gray sweater at her. “Get dressed and maybe you’ll see more.”

Evie and I reach the bottom of the stairs, then move into the living room. But Ezra and Rosa don’t look up from their seats by the window as they hold each other’s stare. Rosa swirls her drink in a tall glass, then sucks on the straw. Ezra’s pupils dilate rapidly as a wide, unhinged smile creeps into his expression.

Evie clears her throat. “Um.”

I sigh. “I’m not getting anywhere near,” swirling my fingers in Ezra and Rosa’s direction, “that.”

My fingers close around my cigarettes and lighter as I remove them from my pocket, light one, place it between Evie’s lips, then kiss her temple and peruse the room. The hair on the back of my neck prickles as my eyes land on a cabinet tucked into the back corner of the living room. That same eerie presence I’ve felt since our arrival renews with vigor the closer I get.

My boots halt in front of the black walnut cabinet and I trace my eyes over the filigree design arching over two doors with polished handles that beg to be opened. I tilt my head to the side as Gideon’s scent surrounds me.

I nudge my chin toward the curious piece of furniture. “Do you feel that?”

“Yes, it exudes power, but it's difficult to tell if it’s,” he pauses, “friendly or not.”

I snort-laugh. “Since when is anything in Hell fucking friendly, Gid?”

My brother glances at me and the corners of his lips curve upward slightly. I would've missed it if I were not aware of his every micro expression. The eldest sibling part of me warms about the fact that I can make him smile when he's seen so much war and death. Generally, these things aren't a burden for demons, but something about Gideon has always been different. I believe he feels things more intensely than the average demon, let alone one of Lucifer’s sons.

Gideon chuckles, his deep bass voice rumbling like an engine.

My smirk falls. “But why doesn't Ezra seem to be affected by this unknown presence as we are?

In my peripheral, Gideon's middle finger taps his outer thigh. “I believe it's because Ezra hasn't faced the same level of suffering that you and I have.”

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