Page 25 of Broken Shadows (Corrupt Shadows Duet #2)

CHAPTER TWENTY-FIVE

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. I want him 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 no mercy for 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.

Him.

All of him.

I just want him in any and every way possible, demon form or not.

His growls deepen to a carnal, sinful pitch that makes me wet every time. “That’s right, Evie. You. Are. Mine.”

My enlightening perusal ends as my gaze reaches his face, his serrated teeth filled mouth stretching wider than I’ve ever seen, like the gaping maw of a wolf. Oh, gods, yes . I don’t know or particularly care why I’m so attracted to this more unhinged version of my demon. But I am, I definitely am.

Words rush past my lips before I can reclaim them. “Are those fucking horns?”

Yes, he replies. And if you’re good, I’ll let you hold on to them as I tear you in half with my demon cock.

This is the King of Demons. The person demons and humans alike fear. And I’ve pissed him off. Just fucking perfect.

An inappropriate, choked giggle explodes from me, then my hand twitches, freeing me from his thrall. I spin and trip over my feet as I sprint as fast as my legs will carry me until I stumble out the high grasses and fall to my hands and knees on the sandy riverbank, the metal butt plug jostling further into my ass.

On shaky legs, I scramble to my feet and fight for breath with each pump of my legs, my blood pressure steadily climbing to dangerous heights. Yet, heat floods my center, and desire radiates between my thighs. The longer he toys with me, the hornier I get.

The back of my neck prickles. It’s too quiet. When did he stop singing?

“Eeevie.” Lorcan’s voice sounds far too close to my left ear. I risk a glance, but he isn’t there. My bones go cold. He could be anywhere. Why is that thought so fucking hot?

Stubby dry grasses stab into the soles of my feet as I clap a hand over the stitch in my side and slow to a jog.

I cannot wait to catch my witch. I could be balls deep in her right now, but the chase is too thrilling.

What the hell?

Lorcan’s gravelly voice drips lust as it comes through the bond.

Look at her trotting along like good little prey.

I trip, then face plant on the sloped bank as the truth bitch slaps me. Holy-fucking-shit. These are his thoughts. I groan as my pebbled nipples scrape on the ground. Maybe I should just lie here and wait for him to find me. My clit pulses with desire. No, I love that he’s chasing me. Wait, did he say look at her? Oh, Gods, he’s watching me right now.

His crazed inner monologue slips through our bond. Fuck, I want to lick that bead of sweat right off her neck. Her fear smells… So. Damn. Good.

A whimper escapes my lips. I sit back on my heels and swivel my head. “L-Lorcan?”

It’s far too soon to end our fun. She needs to run.

My legs collapse under me as I struggle to stand, my vision swirling as my pulse thrums like a hummingbird’s wings. Shit, he’s going to catch me. The pit of my stomach falls. I dig my nails into the sandy dirt and crawl forward as speedily as I can.

Godsdamn, she’s crawling. His laughter cleaves the air. My poor, Evie, she’s exhausted. But her cunt is soaked, begging for me to fuck it. I need to be inside her. Right fucking now. I can’t take this much longer.

I scream as pain radiates across my left ass cheek.

Ugnghn. Look at that ass jiggle. My teeth ache to bite it. Mark her all over. Mine.

Lorcan moaning inside my mind is too much. I want him. This is more arousal than I’ve felt in my entire life. Sweat trickles down the groove of my naked back as I keep crawling away.

It’s cute that she thinks she can get away.

Another stinging slap bites against my other cheek and Lorcan groans from behind my ear. My breaths stutter from my lungs as my forearms collapse and claws pierce the skin of my hips as my ass is jerked into the air and a hot, thick tongue stabs into my pussy. Lorcan!

He drives me higher and higher with his lips and split tongue. Is this want you want?

Yes! More, please, I beg. My hips rock, chasing the pleasure he’s coaxing from me, his fur tickling my inner thighs. My power sizzles within me, but there’s nowhere for it to go. More. More. More.

A whimper slips from me as the pressure in my ass vanishes, Lorcan tugging the metal plug from my body.

He surges upward and three of his fingers spear into me, spreading my pussy wide. He thrusts them deeply, gyrating his hips into the back of my thighs in time with his fingers. Lorcan’s fingers curl, stroking my G-spot. I need you inside me. Fuck me, Lorcan. Oh, Gods. His moans are like ambrosia. More slick pools in my pussy as his pre-cum smears over my ass and completely opens the bond on his side, his conscious thoughts licking along mine.

I need to fuck her. His pleasure and mine swirl together into one carnal, insatiable desire. Look how well she takes my fucking fingers. It’s not enough. I want her cunt wrapped around my cock. Mmm. I’ll come without her if she keeps moaning and begging like that. Godsdamn, she’s throbbing around my fingers. She can’t come unless it’s around my cock. I’m so damn hard for her.

I think I’m going to die. It’s so good. Too good. The hellscape dissolves. I know nothing but bliss. Our power connects and swirls through our bond, blending with my pleasure. I’m so fucking close.

Please, I moan.

My scalp screams as he shoves a hand into my hair, his claws lightly scraping. I gasp as he coils my hair around his fist and yanks my head back. Pressure blooms within my clit. I want to come. A ragged, pleasure-soaked groan swims into my mind as he finally sinks his cock into me, his pace feverish.

Ahguhngh. So hot and wet.

My walls stretch around his erection. Those fucking ridges. I explode without warning as he thrusts into me, his bone deep desire encouraging wave after wave of ecstasy to obliterate me.

Gyrating his hips, his ridged cock swirling circle after circle of targeted pressure against my pussy walls, working me through my orgasm. My pussy clamps around him in squeezing bursts.

Lorcan roars, a moaning string of praise cutting off his own words. “Hellfire, that feels so fucking good. Ughngh! Ev-.” His cock throbs so hard, his thick ridges rub against my G-spot with each pulse.

Spurt after spurt of thick, abnormally hot cum fills, then overflows my pussy as he comes, never stopping the blissful stirring movements of his hips.

His absolute euphoria soaks our bond, his pleasure soaring straight to my core as he steals another climax from me as exhaustion puddles my limbs at my sides.

I choke out a breath and speak through my pants. “Gods. I can’t come anymore.”

His growl rumbles over my skin as he grunts through his serrated teeth. You. Will. Both words punctuated with a punishing jut of his hips. Moans pour from his lips as I absorb them with mine. You can’t deny that you love how I’m terrorizing your body in my true form.

I suck in a breath as his hand clamps over my mouth, muffling my throaty shriek of his name as something prods at my ass. Trust me, you’ll love it. And when I’m done, you’ll beg for more. The heat simmering in his lusty gaze affirms the words as truth.

Wait.

One of his hands pulls my hair, and the other covers my mouth…

Oh, no.

That can’t be what I think it is.

My muffled words hardly reach my ears over the drumming of my pulse and the sound of our flesh slapping together as he ruts into me. “Lorcan? What the Hell is that?”

My demon untangles his fingers, then palms the back of my head and shoves it into the sandy dirt. He lowers the weight of his body onto my back, trapping me against him and the ground, then whispers, his sharp teeth scraping against the shell of my ear. “Shhh, Little Witch. It’s just my tail.”

Just.

His.

Tail.

Stars spark across my darkening vision, then my eyes roll back into my head as an unexpected orgasm rips through me just from the thought of him fucking my ass with his tail.

My body jostles and my back meets the riverbank, spasms of release still tearing me apart as his cock glides back into my pussy, our cum squelching with every penetrating thrust of his hips.

I cough as fresh, sand free air eases into my lungs. I’ll be covered in bruises after this. My core pulses at the thought. Lorcan looms over me, his biceps bulging and abs flexing with every roll of his hips. I want to see your face as I fuck another orgasm out of you.

His hips rise as he pulls out of me slightly. My stare darts down our bodies as his dark blue, lightly furred tail swirls around his thick cock and through the cum pooling between my hipbones. It tugs out the metal butt plug, a dull thud sounding as it drops to the ground, and slides between my ass cheeks.

Damn, that’s sexy. I could watch you lust for my tail every second of every day and still not get enough.

My lips part on a moan. “Oh, Gods. I don’t think I’ve ever been more turned on in my life.”

Lorcan chuckles, then thrusts his tail into my ass, the glide smooth and nearly painless from the extensive prep earlier. My back arches as he thrusts his hips in time with his tail.

“Breathe, Evie. I’ve got you.”

I chant his name over and over as he thrusts his cock in tandem with his tail. “Lorcan, please. Fuck that feels good. I want,” I gasp in a gulp of air and drag my nails down his back, “your t-thoughts. Give them to me one more time.”

His pace falters as I beg, then resumes with fervent vigor.

My demon’s teeth close over the front of my throat, the barest bite of the tips breaking my skin. Blood trickles down my clavicle and my heart seizes, but he doesn’t go any deeper. Lorcan snarls low in his throat. “As you wish, Little Witch.”

Shiiiit, my tail is so godsdamn sensitive. Her ass feels like hot, wet silk squeezing around me. I want to be inside her constantly. I will never get enough of my witch. Evie has no idea how long I’ve wanted to do this. Fucking Hell, she takes me so well. I need to come. Ughng, I can feel my tail rubbing against my cock through the thin barrier.

I enter a state of complete aphrodisia. “Yessss. Holy shit. That’s so hot. Fuuuck, Lorcannn.”

His tantalizing horns slice through the air, begging to be touched, as he grinds me harder into the ground.

I reach a hand toward them and graze their cold, smooth surface with the barest of touches, trembles of fatigue traveling from my forearm to my shoulder.

Lorcan grunts, then sucks in a breath and releases a moan laced shout. “Unholy Gods-of-motherfucki—I’m going to come!”

My thoughts fizzle as I transform into nothing but a vessel filled to the brim with mind numbing pleasure.

He collapses onto his forearms, locks our pelvises tightly together, and bellows a thoroughly satisfying chain of blissed out moans and groans underscored with a low, resonating growl. “Ughngh, fuck yes. Eeeevie.” Lorcan presses into me harder as he comes deep in my pussy. Bursts of cum jet against my cervix, pressure rapidly growing where his fat cock seals off my entrance.

You’re so beautiful when you come, Baby Girl.

My head whips side to side as my over stimulated body fights against another release. I can’t survive another orgasm. He’s already wrung every drop of pleasure from me. “No, no, no, no. I c-can’t.”

A shiver skates over my body as he presses a soft kiss on the sensitive skin behind my ear and stills.

My eyes trace the sharp edges of his face as he rises on one hand and his eyebrows bank together, his stare filled with concern. “Tell me your color, Baby Girl. Do you really mean that?”

My lips purse and it takes a few seconds for my brain to circle back to his question, but it’s gone, lost in the haze of cum-drunk peace. “What?”

Lorcan laughs lightly, the pleased sound vibrating my ribs, then smirks. “I said, tell me your color. Green, yellow, or red?”

I close my eyes and consider the options as I check in with my body. I think I’m done. I’ve had enough for one intense scene, but if he wants to use me to come again, I won’t stop him. My eyes blink open, then a smile tips my lips upward. “Yellow.”

“Good girl.”

A heart-stopping grin spreads across his deep blue face, his serrated teeth on full display, as he cups my cheek and smooths a claw tipped thumb over my kiss-swollen lips. “I’m so fucking proud of you for being honest, Evie.”

Something within me shifts and my belly swoops. Shock mutes any reply I might have uttered. I did this. I make him comfortable enough to accept happiness, if only for a moment, all while wearing his true skin. Unabashedly showing me who he is at the core—every dark, twisted, and fucked up part of him—and I couldn’t be happier he trusted me with this.

His smile falls, an emotion flicking across his face too quickly for me to catch, as power ripples over him and cloaks his demon features.

My guts twist. “Lor?”

He drops his face into my neck, tunnels a hand into my tangled mess of hair, and cradles the back of my skull in a palm. For several moments we just stay there, his stillness weighing on my chest, then he lifts his head. “You’re right.”

My eyes narrow. “About what?”

“That this is a fucking trial.” He sits up and stabs both hands into his hair as he blows out an exasperated breath. “Specifically, the Trial of Desire. I should’ve realized sooner. I’m so fucking sorry I didn’t believe you, Evie.”

Holy. Shit. Lorcan just apologized. I burst into an uncontrollable fit of laughter.

A low growl creeps from his throat and his lips spread into a thin line. “I fail to see what’s so humorous.”

I glance over at him through watery eyes, my laughter bubbling behind my lips as I press them together.

“What the fuck, Evie? Stop this.”

I gasp for breath and lean up on the heel of my hands. “You apologized! I can’t fucking believe it.”

His gaze darkens. “No, I did not.”

I hurl myself into him and his arms squeeze me to his chest. “Yes, you absolutely did.” My lips graze the hollow of his throat as I press a quick kiss against his skin. I breathe him in and sigh. “You did. But I’ll let it go because you gave me so many fucking orgasms I literally can’t stand.”

Lorcan pulled me tighter against his body. “A wise decision, as I’ll never admit to uttering such horseshit.” My heart backflips as he presses a kiss to the top of my head. “Let’s go back to the house and try to convince the others.”