Page 79 of Broken Shadows

I grunt and groan as my cock throbs painfully and my sinful pleasure tightens around my balls. My head falls back against the porch and mind-numbing bliss consumes me as I orgasm. I moan, words of praise falling from my lips. “Ahh… Ughngh… Baby Girl… Fuck!” I gather her panties around the head of my cock as cum shoots into the fabric and drips onto my stomach, the lace over-saturated with my release.

Evie climbs off me, then curls into my side. We stay there, soaking in comfortable silence for several minutes. I rub circles onto her back as we catch our breath.

Evie leans up onto her elbow. “What now?”

“Now, I find you some food. Don’t think I have forgotten how neglectful you’ve been of your body.”

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“So, we need to talk about the trials again. I know you’re the embodiment of lust, but I think what we’re all experiencing surpasses even what you’re capable of.”

My throat tightens and something within me crumbles. No response came to mind, so I let my silence answer for me. The absence of sound rings with warning, begging her to shut that pretty mouth of hers, the post coitus glow plummeting. It’s complete folly to argue the same point over and over. I pinch my eyes shut briefly and ignore the chasm opening behind my ribs.

My madness stirs, breaking the surface of my mind like shattered glass. “I suppose this is when you use the trials as an excuse to pull back from me again.”

“What? No! I’m serious, Lorcan. No one is acting like themselves. For fuck’s sake, I swear I caught Rosa and Ezra watching each other masturbate!”

I pinch her cheeks roughly between my forefinger and thumb, then jerk her face toward me, the claw on my thumb digging in a little too hard. I lean forward and lick up the trail of blood trailing its way to her jaw. Fuck, that’s good. “‘I told you I’d show you I can still terrify you.”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about, Lorcan. Listen to me. This is just the trial of desire pulling your strings! Snap the hell out of it!”

I growl sharply, then fold my arms over my naked chest. “No, it’s not. It’s honestly fucking pathetic that you think you’ll escape me again. I can see it in your eyes. You want to run. Try it. I dare you, Witch. I'll collar your pretty neck so fucking fast it’ll snap.” I hiss in a breath. “Better yet, I’ll drag you around on a leash like my personal pet whore. Always by my side where you belong.”

She storms toward me, then pokes me in the chest. “You’re going to have so much groveling to do once you realize I’m right.”

Evie’s back bows backward as I lean over her, pressing my chest against hers. “You keep speaking, but I’m too busy imagining shoving my cock down your throat to shut you the fuck up.”

“You’re being intentionally cruel.”

I tap a clawed finger against my lips. “Perhaps.” My cock jerks against her belly as I catch her throat in a palm and squeeze. “But you wouldn’t want me if I was nice.”

Evie shivers, then takes a backward step toward the bedroom door. The heel of her back foot lifted, ready to pivot her at a moment’s notice. No, dammit. I squeeze my eyes shut, trembles cascading to every limb as I fight to maintain my sanity. She will never forgive me if I allow my madness to spew vile words at her whenever it pleases me.

My eyes flash open and she gasps. “Your eyes.” Her torso tilts toward me as she stares, mouth forming a perfect O. What a good little distracted prey she is. “They’re split down the middle of each iris, one half green, one half black. I’ve never seen anything like it.”

Her breathless comment washes over me like ice water, numbing my shock and chipping away most of my madness induced anger. I don’t even recall what she said to send me into a rage. I melded my madness with my self-aware mind. I’ve tried countless times over the centuries but failed. Every. Time.

I will not let this opportunity go to waste.

I tunnel a hand into her hair, then drag her head back sharply.

“If it gets to be too much—”

“It won’t.”

I growl and shake her with the hold I have on her hair. “I need to know you’re okay. Communicate through the bond if you’re unable to speak. Green for good and yellow for if you’re getting close to your breaking point. If it’s too much or you don’t feel safe, shout red down the bond and everything stops. Do you understand me, Baby Girl?” My question rushes from me, husky and deep, my lust clear in every syllable.

Evie nods. “I need your words, Witch.”

“Yes, I understand, Demon.”

“Run, Evie. Before I do something that cannot be undone.”

“Now?”

I will my demonic self forward, my skin zapping as the shift quickly takes hold. My voice growls out of me in its full, demonic timbre. “Go. Before I do something that cannot be undone. You have two minutes until I hunt you.”

CHAPTER TWENTY-FIVE

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