Page 32 of Broken Shadows (Corrupt Shadows Duet #2)

CHAPTER THIRTY-TWO

Evie

I close the door to our chambers and allow the smile I’ve repressed for the last hour to spread.

He loves me. I never thought he’d say it. My heart pounds as I replay the memory repeatedly. Lorcan will be back soon, after going to meet with Gideon and Ezra, so I use the time to my advantage.

He tells me he's not suitable for court life and all the politics that come with it, but he has a larger skill set than he realizes.

Even though it's been over a century since he was caged by his brothers, I believe a part of him—even if it’s smaller than a grain of sand—still twinges with self-doubt at times. And while that barely noticeable spec is nothing compared to his grandiose personality, it does affect him.

I really hope that officially claiming him back, accepting his twisted love, and ensuring him he’s my eternity as well, incinerates that black mark entirely. I intend to obliterate it with my claiming shadows.

My footsteps pad quietly against the stone floors as I make my way to the black dresser, open the smallest drawer of the top row, and pluck out the set of silver earrings Lucifer gifted me.

Honestly, I think Lucifer is so relieved and happy to have his sons all back in one place.

I hold an earring in each palm as I stand before the oval mirror above the dresser, watching with fascination and complete acceptance as my darkness bleeds over my brown irises. The once feared evil version of myself stares back.

If Lorcan never forced my magic to the surface, I shudder to think what I would have become.

I infuse the plethora of emotions running through my mind into my soul and focus entirely on the center of my magic.

My death magic stirs first, with no breath of hesitation or pause, swirling from my chest and hovers in the air before me. A soft smile curls my lips as I gaze at it slowly revolving in the air through my reflection. I blink as my shadows stream out next, dancing playfully around my death magic as if trying to provoke it enough to give chase.

I giggle, shaking my head. It still annoys me that I have no idea what was discussed during that conversation Lorcan had with my magic. I make a mental note to bring it up another time.

I snort, like he could tell my magic what to do. It's more like it craves his attention just as much as I do. We don't need it, but we want it.

Shadows split and dart between my hands, swirling circles around them before speeding back to my death magic, moving behind it and trying to push it toward my hands as if it’s impatient. My death magic willingly soaks into my closed palms.

A soft, eerie glow surrounds my hands as my dark magic heats the silver earrings and melts them into puddles, a sliver of death magic protecting my palms from injury. Shadows squirm into the cracks between my fingers, prying them up one by one as if it wants a front-row seat to the show.

I tilt my head. Huh, my magic usually isn't this playful… I wonder if it has to do with the fact that this is a gift for my demon.

A pulse of hopefulness lined with arousal heats my blood and balloons my heart.

I will my death magic to form the ten-gauge jewelry I need. My shadows vibrate on the outskirts of my death magic as they form the first of two cylindrical bars with interior threading at each end, then creates four small silver balls with one spoke each to seal the jewelry in his skin.

My death magic hums as shadows leap towards the jewelry, then my black eyes widen as they add embellishments to the jewelry. Shadows form thin horizontal stripes of obsidian, so light that I squint to see them properly. The magic moves onto the securing balls and twirls more. A decorative starburst grows from the top center point to where it connects inside the jewelry on each ball.

Light surges softly from my death magic, the shadows not imbued in the silver pull back, allowing my death magic to coat the barbells once more with a glowing light. Something warm and satisfying curls behind my ribs as my magic works to permanently seal in my essence and the reality of who I truly am into the jewelry.

I am a dark witch seeking to mark and claim her demon.

My shadows swirl lazily around my death magic as I call it back into my body.

It's done.

I throw the last pillow onto the stack piled on the dresser and look up as Lorcan stalks into our chambers, a glower twisting his features.

“Evangeline is still holding it together, apparently. Although she left the ballroom angry, so there is that.” Lorcan rubs his temples and presses a kiss to my lips. “We’ll get her to do something in front of my dad, though. It just might take more time.”

“I have an idea that might help take your mind off everything.”

Lorcan tosses his mask aside and arches a brow in response.

“Do you want to play?”

My heart leaps as he embraces me. “I always want to play with you, Baby Girl.”

“Interested?”

Lorcan laughs. “Of course, but what about the bat? I’m sure Fluffy Fucker won’t appreciate us going at it. Where is he?” He peers around the top of the wardrobe.

“He’s in Rosa’s room. I wanted to make sure we were alone for this.” I step out of his hold, folding my arms over my chest. “Good. We’re going to do this properly. Understand?”

Lorcan growls low, and I admire the growing bulge behind his fly. “Yes, Mistress.”

I gasp and clench my thighs together.

Fuck. He did not just call me that. Might as well roll with it.

I swallow. “And you will only address me as Mistress. Take off all your clothes, climb onto the bed, then sit back against the headboard.”

Lorcan winks. “Yes, Mistress.”

My heart backflips and those pesky butterflies make a reappearance in my belly.

I bite my lip as I stare at him while he removes each article of clothing one by one, his tattooed muscles rippling, then briefly close my eyes as his ass clenches with every step he takes to the bed.

However, Lorcan doesn't just simply climb on the bed. No, of course, not. He raises his knee, plants one foot flat on the top of the mattress, then rises as he lifts himself with one muscular leg.

My lips part and have to remind myself to swallow, less I drool all over my chest.

My demon settles himself in the exact center of the black velvet headboard, his posture straight, and his thick cock jetting up from his groin. “Like what you see, Mistress?”

Fuck. He can't say shit like that or I'll jump him and never get to play out this fantasy.

“Don’t speak.”

His gaze darkens, a hint of challenge hidden in their depths.

I continue, “That includes in my mind. Actually, there are two phrases you are allowed to say.” I pause and raise my chin. “When prompted, you will reply, ‘Yes, Mistress,’ or ‘No, Mistress’ through the bond. Do you understand?”

Lorcan’s stare narrows. “Evie—”

“No. You’re not talking right now, you're listening. If you need to use the color system that we've previously discussed, those are also acceptable words to communicate within the bond.” I stroll toward the bed and drop the robe from my shoulders. The silk shimmies over my skin as it drops to a puddle on the floor. “The only thing I want to hear come from these sexy lips are your moans of pleasure.”

Lorcan opens his mouth as if to speak, then presses his lips together firmly. My fingertips skim over the muscle feathering in his jaw. “What a good boy. You learn so quickly.”

Lorcan’s gaze burns into my skin as I retrieve the small ornate wooden box from the wardrobe. The corner of my lip curls up into a smirk, then I bend at the waist and grasp the two thick lengths of chain hidden there. His eyebrows raise and he remains silent, but his cock jerks against his abs.

I use his own words against him. “Like what you see?”

Yes, Mistress.

The words flood my body with searing arousal and a moan sneaks past my lips. “Stretch out your right arm.” He does so without complaint. Then I attach the chains to the ring built in behind the headboard.

Manifesting a tendril of shadow, I connect it to the opposite end of the chain not linked to securing the ring, and twist a shadow around his tattooed wrist.

Lorcan inhales sharply, nostrils flaring. I ignore him and take my time gliding to the other side of the bed, trailing a nail along the mattress and repeat the process, then move on and secure his ankles as well.

I reach into the box once more, straightening my spine, and show him the solid metal ball gag swinging on my fingertips. Lorcan growls and his biceps bulge as he tenses against my shadow restraints, his lips pulling into a dark smile that unfurls over his features at a glacial pace.

I crawl onto the bed, then straddle his waist, pinning his cock against his stomach with my body weight.

He snarls a moan, closing his eyes briefly as if struggling to remain a willing submissive.

I push a lock of blue-black hair off his forehead. “Eyes on me. Keep them open.”

His eyes glitter with lust, a solid black outlining his pastel green irises. Lorcan’s body pulses with his restrained magic, power exuding from every pore, then growls. Yes, Mistress.

I arch my back and push my breast onto him as I stretch the two ends of the ball gag around his head and connect it in the back. Sitting back, I run my fingers over the chain, digging the metal into his cheeks.

“Fuck, that's hot.”

Lorcan groans and bares his serrated teeth, the sharp points digging into the metal with the ferocity of his desire.

I'm under no illusion that he couldn't simply bite through the metal, but he won't.

He likes this game very much.

My knees slip against the soft sheets as I kneel between his spread legs, willing a shadow to grab the jewelry I made earlier from the box, leaving it empty. My shadow glides back toward me and drops the barbells into my palm.

Lorcan’s hips buck and the chains rattle as he eyes what I’m holding.

I squeeze my thighs together as his cock brushes against the bottom of my breast, smearing pre-cum on my skin. Do you trust me?

His stare flashes to mine, his pupils rapidly widening. Yes, Mistress.

It's laughable to ever call him a submissive, but his compliant response sends bolts of carnal need directly to my clit all the same.

I quickly look away. The bed creaks as I bend toward his lap and lick all the pre-come off the head of his cock with long, wet strokes.

“Ahgh…mmph…” His muffled groan swirls around the ball gag, and his hips rock against my lips.

I shake my head and laugh. “None of that. Settle.” My fingers meet flexing muscle as I push a hand against his lower abs, then sit back on my heels.

Thankfully, he requires no more prep than that. It's not like his demon blood would allow an infection to set in.

I purse my lips and blow across the damp, sensitive skin. His abs flex, but his ass stays planted against the mattress. “Good boy.”

Lorcan releases a sharp growl and a fresh stream of pre-cum dribbles down his shaft.

I tsk. “That just won't do. We better get this done quickly before you make a mess of yourself.”

My shadows manifest into a pair of forceps, and I will them open around his cockhead horizontally, squeezing and holding the position.

Lorcan hisses, but I take in a deep breath and ignore him. If I look at him now… I let the thought float away, intent on my task.

I manifest another tendril of shadow and will it into the shape of a piercing needle. The sharp tip shimmers with magic as my shadows are just as excited about this as I am. I nod to myself, then hold his stare. “Are you ready?”

Yes, Mistress.

“Deep breath,” I command, focusing on his cock.

The sharp tip of my shadow needle penetrates the side of his malleable head, a thick stream of dark blue blood runs over the bottom edge of the shadow forceps, his chest rapidly rising and falling. I hold the shadow needle in place and glance up at him under my lashes. I cannot wait to play with you when this is finished.

Returning my attention to my shadows, I have to work quickly or his accelerated healing will take over before I have time to install the jewelry.

With my free hand, and help with a shadow, I unscrew one end of a barbell and insert it into the fresh piercing through the tube my shadow provides, then swiftly thread on the tiny ball tightly. Lorcan moans and his skin trembles beneath my touch. I repeat the process, but this time I lineup my shadow needle and pierce it through the opposite side of his cockhead, crossing beneath the other piercing.

My shadows dissolve as I secure the final barbell. I startle and my eyes fly to his wide open, pleasure drunk stare as Lorcan roars and comes all over the fresh piercings.

Holy. Fucking. Shit.

I moan and slap a palm against his tattooed chest as the sight and sound of his climax tears one from me as well. My pussy throbs and clamps on the air, my orgasm violently ripping through me harder and harder the longer I stare at his blood and cum mixing, dripping down his erection.

Lorcan moans again, the tendons in his neck straining with the force of his release, and his hooded gaze darkens as he shivers with ecstasy. His claws grapple against my shadows and their connecting metal restraints, his muffled growling sounds of pleasure mixing with rattling chains.

Oh fuck.

He pants around the mangled metal ball gag, the look on his face hardening into something primal and dangerous. I don’t know how much farther I can push him before he snaps.

You know, a girl could get used to this.

He growls. Making me come?

“All this power.” I skate a black painted nail down the groove between his muscles, humming and biting my lip as goosebumps pop up beneath my touch. “Who knew you could be such a good boy?”

I break our stare and trail my eyes to his cock.

He's such a mess. I could clean him with my tongue. If I taste his blood, will it do anything to me?

My muscles freeze as Lorcan’s deep, rumbling chuckle covers my skin in goosebumps.

Shit.

I sent that thought down the bond.

My gaze darts back to him as he digs his sharp teeth into the masticated gag and raises a brow, as if asking permission to answer my accidental question.

You have permission to speak freely.

Lorcan growls into my mind and our bond throbs in time with my pulse as he speaks. Demon blood in general is an aphrodisiac to other species, especially witches. He winks, then continues, “However, because I am Lust, I imagine my blood is much, much more potent.

You imagine?

I've never willingly shared my blood with anyone.

My pulse thunders in my ears. Oh, gods.

Taste me, Baby Girl. I know you want to.

I stare hungrily at the piercings crowning his delectable cock and moan. Without further hesitation, I lower my mouth around him and swirl my tongue around his shaft from base to tip, collecting every drop of cum and blood. Arousal. No, there’s not even a word for the amount of need that slams into me with the first taste of his blood on my tongue. I moan loudly around his cock.

“Mmphm… Ghghuh … ” Evie… Unholy fucking… shit… that’s so sexy.

He jerks between my lips as I voraciously clean him with every lick of my tongue until there's no trace of the liquids. My clit throbs. I need him. You taste so fucking good.

Lorcan’s breaths skate over the top of my head and he groans down the bond. Baby…Girl…if you…don’t stop, I’m… fuck…going to…Uhghaahhh…

Going to come? I finish his sentence in his mind, then swallow around him as he rolls his hips upward, his piercings hit the back of my throat. Lorcan’s guttural moan shivers over my skin as he orgasms down my throat, his cock twitching and throbbing against my tongue as I pop off him, kissing one of his piercings.

I laugh. Sensitive?

My demon pants. You could say that. Fuck. I can feel how desperate you are for me.

I moan and straddle his waist, hovering over his cock while holding his heated stare. What can I say? Your blood is just as potent as you predicted. I. Want. You.

His strangled half moan, half growl issuing from his throat causes my arousal to pool on his lower abs and prompts me to meet his gaze. The inferno of lust banked in those mesmerizing green depths, torturing my swollen clit.

Release me.

Not yet.

Lorcan rocks his hips upward, grazing my slit with the head of his cock, then leans forward as far as my shadow ropes will allow, his restrained arms testing the strength of my shadow ropes. I want to be inside you so fucking bad.

Fuck it, no point in torturing myself too.

I drop onto his thick cock and scream his name. Lorcan tears through what's left of his ball gag, spits out the pieces, then bites down into my shoulder. He rolls his hips with inhuman speed, prodding my G-spot relentlessly, his groans of pleasure blending with mine into a melody of beautiful, debauched sounds.

“Fuuuck… Yes, Baby Girl. Come all over me.”

My mind fragments into quivering pieces as the pressure within me explodes and my orgasm consumes me, squirting all over his cock and abs.

Lorcan stiffens beneath me. “Ughnhg… Fuck… I’m co…Ahghghh.”

His cum jets into me as my mind-numbing bliss lingers.

Gods, this is the longest orgasm of my life.

Bright and breathtaking, like the corona of a fucking eclipse.

I drop my forehead against his neck and Lorcan sags against my shadow ropes, his chest heaving. “Godsdamn, Little Witch, you can dominate me anytime.”