Page 16 of Broken Shadows (Corrupt Shadows Duet #2)
CHAPTER SIXTEEN
Evie
Lorcan’s hands land on my hips as he comes up behind me.
I lean further out the open window and take long inhale of the cigarette, the cherry glowing red. I hold the smoke in my mouth before inhaling when Lorcan spins me around and brings his lips to mine, parting them with his tongue.
He sucks the smoke from my mouth and into his, pulling away to exhale the white puff. “Everyone’s asleep.”
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 what you want.
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, I do feel 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 when I desire. 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.
I guide my tongue down his shaft in slow circles, alternating between soft sucks and long licks until he’s growling.
My magic traps his hips as he attempts to buck them . Fuck, you’re so big. I take him deeper into my mouth, savoring every long inch until his cock hits the back of my throat, and I can’t breathe. I love it when you make me gag.
Unholy-fucking-shit, Evie. Arousal floods my pussy as my demon growls so forcefully it vibrates all the way down to his cock and punctuates each of his words with a small thrust . Let. Me. Fuck. You.
I hum around him. Not yet.
My clit throbs, swelling and aching for friction. Why is this so hot? I hollow my cheeks and the answering thought trickles into being. Because I’m dominating him from my fucking knees. This is power.
His legs quiver, body shuddering as I take him as deep as I can until I’m gagging, his cock hardening further in my throat.
My lips tingle as I taste his pre-cum. So fucking good, like my personal nectar.
Even his inside voice is broken. Your mouth feels fucking incredible.
His exhale comes in short, stuttering bursts, hips arching in response as I pull back just as his erection twitches against my tongue with signs of his impending release.
Let me fuck you, Evie.
I bite my lip, the arousal dripping between my legs as his charcoal stare lands on my pout. Beg for it.
Lorcan snarls. I told you, Witch; I don’t beg.
Fine. Then, you won’t get to touch me.
My shadows tighten, like a full-body straight jacket until he’s unable to move. A lick of satisfaction curves up the corners of my lips as his muscles strain and twitch against my shadows. My smile grows brighter, an orgasm is buildings just from watching him desperately trying to fuck the air. Pre-cum drips into bubbles and I swipe the drop before it can fall, then rub it all over my lips.
My stare fixates on him as he remains restrained to the wall and windowsill, his ass flexing. I stand slowly, bringing my lips to his and say through our bond, See how good you taste.
His lips meet mine with fervor, his short beard rough against my chin as we inhale each other. I gasp as his cock jabs between my bare thighs, and I back away enough so that only his dripping head can reach my clit.
“Dammit, let me touch you.” He wrestles against a shadow, and it takes all of my energy for it not to snap against his strength.
My mouth parts as I fist his length and rub slow circles over my clit with the head of his cock. And you call me a needy little slut? I project a sultry moan down our bond, fueling it with my untamed desire. How does it feel? Being forced to submit.
His words take a few moments to form, before flittering into my brain. I’m going to fucking ruin your cunt for this.
Gods, I hope so.
What did I tell you before? I’m your god, Evie.
I bite my lip. Then show me.
My shadows tremble when I tear off my sweater, revealing my breasts and peaked nipples against the cold. His eyes close for a brief moment, his head hanging as he shakes the windowpanes with a primal growl.
“Fuuuuuccckkk!”
My heart rate skyrockets when he snaps one of my shadows as if it was my damned neck, but my others take over, and the blazing heat of my death magic seeps into them, burning his skin. Lorcan snarls, his abdominals flexing as his craving, no, his need for me sprints down our bond.
I glide back down his body, dragging my teeth over the skin. His cock twitches and I trace the outline of his ridges with feather light kisses until he’s dripping all over my breasts. Good, show me your pleasure, Lor.
A flash of desire floods my clit as Lorcan moans gutturally. “Hellfire! Fuck! Evie.”
He tries to lift his hips, but my shadows form a rope around him, keeping him in place. My demon roars, his elongated teeth winking in the moonlight as his jaw slackens and beads of sweat trickles between his pecs.
I slip my thumb across his taint, the gland throbbing under my touch, then circle the index and forefinger of my other hand around the top of his scrotum and pull hard enough that I feel the line between pleasure and pain blurring in slick, tightening skin. My lips graze his head, which pulses another mouthwatering drop of pre-cum. “Ungnhhhgh. Fuck, Little Witch!” My shadows stretch as he slams his cock between my lips, but I pull back, panting, just as his erection jerks hard.
“Aghhhh, godsdammit!” he yells, the sound hoarse and growly. Shit, I’ve tipped him over the edge, I worry, then blow out a breath as only a thick stream of pre-cum leaks all over his shaft. I drag my fingers to my clit, then push a finger inside my aching pussy until I hit my G-spot. “That was so fucking hot.”
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.