Page 80 of Broken Shadows

Evie

Like a two-minute head to start will give me any sort of advantage over the King-of-motherfucking-Demons.

My breaths puff in and out of my lungs as I run from the room, not even stopping to grab clothes, and slide on the hardwood floors, relying on my instincts to lead me.

I run, although it’s an entirely moot point. Iwanthim to catch me and reorganize my organs with his cock.

All thoughts of getting him to realize this is a trial scatter as I scamper down the staircase with quick feet and careen into the corner of the banister. My adrenals flood my system, sending want, excitement, and light fear into a dizzying cocktail of emotions.

I fly past the living room and the front door swings open on its own. “Thank you!” I pant to the house and continue running as fast as I can over the covered porch and down the steps.

Fuck. Which way?

My pounding footsteps hesitate before the field of whispering, translucent grass, the faintest blue tinge reflected in the glowing fog at their bases. Do I go through the field and risk contact with whatever monster lives there? Or do I take the long route and hope I can skirt the edge of the candid grass to the riverbank? I bounce on the balls of my feet, legs tingling with the urge to move.

Lorcan’s deep, gravelly voice drifts over the yard and my entire body jolts. My feet decide for me, and I disappear into the meadow, soil squishing between my toes. The grasses sway higher than my head with an unseen wind, their movements thankfully making it impossible to see through the vegetation as they cross and bend over one another like an ever-changing net.

I relish playing the prey, especially as every fine hair on my body stands erect while I subconsciously decipher the lyrics he sings across the meadow, of Every Breath You Take. He could not have picked a more apt song.

Grasses glide along my bare breasts like wandering fingers as I run.

His singing cuts out and my shoulders sag, but the muscles tighten as it immediately resumes…in my head—somehow that’s worse. Way fucking worse in the creepiest, best way possible.

I freeze in the center of the meadow, legs barely holding me up upright as they quake with anticipation, then slap a hand over my mouth. Too loud breaths warm the side of my palm with every exhale as Lorcan’s gravelly baritone voice glides into the chorus, the volume swelling and filling the chambers of my mind to capacity.

My heart launches into my throat, somehow still melting with lust and beating out of control at the same time. This feels too damn real, the intensity straining my weak mortal heart.

Would he stop if I screamed red? I’m not ready for this to end.

My muscles stiffen as I slowly revolve, expecting the worse. An exhale stutters from my lungs. Nothing. I rise to my tiptoes and search my surroundings in vain. He’s gone.

A moan threatens to spill past my lips as I rub my legs together, arousal slicking my inner thighs, unconsciously seeking the friction I crave more with each passing second.

Do I want the game to stop? Yes. Fuck, no? Dammit. Gods, my thoughts are crawling over themselves.

Oxygen ices over in my lungs as a hot breath caresses the back of my neck.

Don’t look, don’t look, don’t look.

Don’t. Look.

I look and nearly stumble over my feet as I peek over my shoulder and see a nightmarish version of Lorcan less than ten feet away. My pussy clenches on air as my stalker closes the distance between us with the measured pace of a born serial killer; the candid grass releasing blood-curdling screams as his clawed toes rip their roots from the ground with every step.

A scream ravages my throat and my core throbs sharply as I behold his fully shifted form, my eyes raking over every inch of his terrifyingly gorgeous body.

The air trembles with unleashed power around his nude body, dark cobalt fur dotted with large black spots covering nearly all of his skin. I choke on a half gasp, half moan as my eyes lock onto something that looks like a tail curling over his hip and circling his arousal inducing, engorged, dark blue-ish gray, ridged demon cock.

My thoughts trip over themselves—Yep-that-is-a-motherfucking-tail.

Pre-cum leaks onto his soft looking tail as he uses it to pleasure himself with long, leisurely strokes, a growly groan pouring from his chest.Like what you see, Baby Girl?His laughter vibrates the air and throughout my mind, layering over itself as I stand paralyzed, absolutely mesmerized and at his mercy.

Mercy?

I know there will be nomercyfor me, and that’s fine because I don’t fucking want any.

I want this lethal predator to unleash himself on me.I stumble backward a step as the thought resonates.

I want this.

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