Page 33 of Broken Shadows (Corrupt Shadows Duet #2)

CHAPTER THIRTY-THREE

Lorcan

Warm drops of near scolding water flow from the copper faucet and into the stone tub as my little witch and I step into a bubbling bath. My lips press against her temple in a kiss.

Evie tilts her head back, dunking her long, chocolate tresses into the steaming water, closing her eyes. All the muscles in her body seem to loosen at once, her shoulders slowly lowering as she lowers her chin and rivulets of hot water gushes from her unbound hair. I watch her hungrily, my still erect, freshly pierced cock bobbing as I pour a dollop of soap onto a sponge from the Bitter Sea and scrub it over my skin. “You’re so exquisite, Baby Girl, and fucking mine .”

Her eyes blink open, droplets of water clinging to her dark lashes. “As you are mine .” The corner of her mouth twitches upward. “This is an incredible tub, by the way. Perks of being royalty?”

I chuckle. “One of the many.”

I growl playfully as I bend and suck one of her nipples into my mouth, then nip it and draw away.

My hunger for her strengthens as she soaps her breasts and swirls the bubbles onto her tattooed skin.

Perhaps when we get out of the bath, I'll trace every inch of your tattoos with my tongue . I flood our bond with my never-ending lust for her.

The hair on the back of my neck rises as something crashes in another room of our suite. I growl, “What the fuck?” Gripping Evie’s chin, I stare into her eyes. “I know better than to ask you to stay here—”

“Then don’t.” My witch scoffs, pushes past me, snatching two dark emerald towels from the warming basket and wraps one over her breasts.

I catch the other one before it strikes me in the face. “Didn't fucking think so?” I stride in front of her and stalk out of the bathroom as I secure the towel at my hip.

Steam billows out after us, rising toward the ceiling. My shadows coat the floor in darkness as I follow the sounds of further destruction to the cozy living room. I dodge to the left, then smash an end table with a shadow before it can hit Evie, splintered wood flinging in all directions like miniature missiles. I shift without a thought, pushing my demonic-self free, charging Samuel with a snarl on my lips.

He darts towards the door as I slash a shadow around his torso, then jab him in the windpipe with my fist. I hardly recognize the growl releasing from my throat. “What the fuck are you doing in my chambers?” I don't dare risk a glance over my shoulder to set my eyes on Evie, even though everything within me urges me to see that she’s unharmed. Samuel might be younger than me, but he's a quick bastard, and I know better than to take my eyes off the enemy.

He lashes a shadow across my cheek like a whip as he laughs manically, his out of focus, dark gray eyes gleaming with delight. “I know why you're really here, Lorcan .” He spits my name like it's an insult. Shadows fly in every direction as he keeps backing toward the door.

“It seems like you have all the answers, so you tell me. Why am I here?”

He laughs harder, fisting his reddish-brown hair and yanks. “You want to take her from me!”

I roll my eyes. “I have no idea what the fuck you're talking about, Samuel, nor do I care to. Why don’t you go back to whatever hole you crawled out of?”

He growls and reaches for my face with extended claws, but his arms are too short to make contact and he still hasn’t used his shadows. “I don't understand why she wants you,” he sneers.

“Fine, I’ll willingly swallow the bait. Who?”

“My goddess, Evangeline, of course. She kept looking at you and…” The blood in my veins turns to steam. And there’s that fucking cunt’s name again.

I growl louder and step towards him, claws raised, as I back Samuel into the wall by the open door leading to the rest of the castle, pieces of broken ceramic slicing into the soles of my bare feet. “The only person I give a fuck about—”

“Is me.” Evie steps up beside me as I stab my claws through his shoulders and into the stone wall behind him, dark blood quickly puddling at his feet. My brother struggles to get free, sheer madness that feels nothing like my own in his narrowed gaze, and tears at my hands with his nails as if he’s forgotten he has powers. I disregard the pain, bleeding scratches healing just as quickly as he inflicts them.

Evie folds her arms across her chest, then speaks. “Are you here to try and kill me ?” My cock jerks, tenting my towel as my witch stares him down, somehow making him look small even though she's several inches shorter than him. “Oh, wait, you tried that once already, and it didn’t work out so well for you, did it ?”

“You fucking bitch,” Samuel spits out, shrieking as I twist my claws into the meat of his shoulders.

Remove your claws , Evie orders down the bond.

I don’t give it a second thought as I retract my bloody claws and step to the side, Evie gliding into the vacant space. Her death magic swirls from her chest and hovers an inch away from his face as power thickens the air, raising the hair off her neck, and darkness swells over her chocolate irises. “If you even think to come anywhere near this floor of the castle again… Well, you know exactly what I’m capable of. Get. Out.”

Samuel bares his teeth but slinks past her and over the threshold, leaving his pool of blood as a parting gift.

I grin at my witch, then squeeze her to my chest. “Fuck, you’re sexy when you get blood thirsty.”

Evie’s shadows slam the door closed and mine twist around the silver handles, providing an additional method of security.

I bend, toss Evie over my shoulder, her towel fluttering to the floor, and spank her ass. “Let’s go finish our bath.”

Godsdamn, I love my new piercings.

I tuck a hand under my head, then skim the other down Evie's back, her alabaster skin glowing faintly lilac in the candlelight as she sleeps turned toward the opposite side of the bed.

I haven't allowed my cock to soften since my witch pierced me. While I’m aware the actual process of piercing me would have been easier were I not hard, but there was no way in fuck I would have gone soft, even if I tried. Control and desire are not words that pair well when it comes to my feelings for Evie. She has been a challenge to my restraint since the first time I watched her through the Fallenmore Coven’s rose bordered mirror.

My tongue darts between my lips as I replay my witch thrusting shadow needles through my cock. A beat of pre-cum trickles from my slit.

“Fuck.”

I thought I would miss the Human Realm when we came to Hell, considering the fact that Evie only released me from the Shadow Realm mere days prior, but that’s no longer what I want. I want to be wherever she is. Evie is my fucking home. Whether that's in the Human Realm, Hell, or another realm entirely means nothing. We have both been through some awful fucking shit in our lives, defying all the odds weighing against us, and yet, we’re alive. All romantic bullshit aside, fate didn’t fuck up for once and brought us together.

I mentally scrub my mind of the heavy thoughts, and let it wander, closing my eyes and swallowing thickly. I move a shadow to circle my shaft like it’s a cock sleeve. My hand skims down the soft skin of Evie’s lower back, gliding it lower and lightly squeeze her ass as I tease myself with my shadow sleeve.

Fuck, that's so damn good.

Part of me wishes she would wake up and catch me jerking off. I can practically smell the flood of arousal that would immediately pool in her needy cunt. With every stroke upward, my shadows suck on the rimmed head. I tighten the column of shadows around me and my magic cross piercings shift. My eyes roll back, and I thrust into my shadows, indescribable pleasure rippling down my cock and into my balls.

I raise a finger to my lips, nick the pad on a sharpened tooth, then reach around Evie’s shoulder and smear my deep blue blood onto a nipple. She moans in her sleep and my back arches as an unexpected release takes me hostage. I wrap my hand around my shadow cock sleeve, squeezing tightly as rope after rope of cum shoot over my hand, shadows, abs, and a drop or two strike me in the chin.

I gasp and my cock twitches as I release it with aftershocks, more cum joining the puddle in the dividing lines of my lower abdominals. “Unholy fucking Hell.” I drop my hand to my thigh, then glance over at Evie, her breaths slow and even. A quiet chuckle rumbles my chest. Godsdamn, she really just slept through that. She must be more exhausted than I thought.

I inhale slowly through my nose, then release the exhale through my mouth. I cannot thank her enough for this gift. Definitely going to have to get a lot of practice in with my witch to tame this sensitivity a bit. My witch sees it as a way to get back at her aunt, but to me, it's so much fucking more than that.

I have never allowed anyone to mark me, let alone permanently. Sure, I could remove the barbells and the holes would close in seconds, but I never will.

My eyes slowly open, and I stare up at the sky as seen from the Human Realm, wispy clouds drifting across a full moon. The memory of Dad gifting me the magic projecting the scene across the ceiling to help with my nightmares floats across my mind’s eye. And yet, it's still fucking baffles me that he has no idea what my brothers did to me.

I drown the negative thoughts in my subconscious, much more willing to float in my post orgasm bliss rather than flounder in miserable, dead memories. I retract my claws, run my hand over my face, and blow out of breath.

A grin moves across my face as I lean on an elbow and admire my Evie. How has she not woken up? It's not like I was subtle about masturbating right next to her while she slept. More delicious thought floats over the latter, obscuring it completely. My baby girl loves when I play with her in her sleep.

I groan, then clean myself up with the rumpled bed sheet and toss it to the floor. The crossed barbells in my cockhead wink in the magic induced moonlight arrowing across the bed as I curl around Evie's back. Sliding my knee between her thighs, gently applying pressure to her clit through her panties. I don't know why she insists on wearing these things. I'm just going to tear them off her body. Although I love stealing them after she's worn them, the scent of her sweet arousal saturating the fabric. I bet it would feel fucking phenomenal to wrap a silky pair around my cock now, gliding my piercings against the soft fabric. A shudder travels through me and I still my rocking hips.

Another time, definitely another time.

I almost wish she would wake and play in the dark with me, but she’s not a demon and requires far more sleep than me. I miss her even though she's here in my goddamn arms.

Fuck it. I want to know what she's dreaming about.

I roll Evie onto her back, lowering myself between her thighs, and spreading her lower lips with my tattooed index and middle fingers. Pre-cum leaks against the sheets as I take in my fill of her. Mmm, my piercing looks good on her. I smirk as I as I rub the jewelry back and forth with a shadow, the light kiss of the metal teasing over her swollen clit. If I have it my way, her clit will always be swollen like this. Thoughts of me and what I do to her woven into the fabric of her mind so that her every breath aches for me to be inside her.

I kiss and nip along the sensitive skin of her inner thighs as I stroll down the mental pathway linking us and into her unconscious mind. It’s peaceful in her thoughts, for once no terrors, or any dreams at all, cloud her mind. I mentally stroll through her brain waves, weaving specific wavelengths together. Evie falls into a much deeper sleep, her breath catching as I play with her mind and strum her clit with the pad of my index finger.

I feel more comfortable within her mind than I do in my own. Her essence soothes something within me. Maybe it's due to my imprint or maybe the bond. Hell it could be for another reason entirely. Her warmth and the warmth of her sleeping mind throbs around me, cocooning me in her unconscious bliss as I weave the last brain waves to keep her unconscious for as long as I wish. A debauched and entirely fucked up dreamscape forms around me as I create a dream for my witch that will leave her desperate and panting for my cock. I dip out of her mind, floating along the bond leisurely as the dream I manufactured pleasures her.

One of my barbells catches on a fold of the fitted sheet beneath me and I grunt, the resulting bite of pleasureful pain squeezing my balls with the need for more.

I press the bridge of my nose to her slit and breathe in her musky, light rose scent. She smells so fucking good. A moan slips past my lips as I suck on her vulva, arousal rapidly leaking directly onto my tongue. Ughgnh. She always tastes so damn delectable—I’ve been an addict since the first taste. If it were possible, I would never wash her liquid desire from my tongue.

I circle a teasing path around her clit, then catch the jewelry between my teeth and tug on it firmly, all while avoiding the actual bundle of nerves begging for my attention. My groan vibrates around her as it swells further and my mouth fucking waters. So damn swollen and needy. I'm desperate to join her in her dreams, but first I need to thank her for my new cock jewelry.

My hand slides against the sheets and beneath my body, growling against her pussy as my thumb glances over the head and gathers a wealth of pre-cum along the pad. I moan as I bring my thumb to my lips, then swirl my tongue around it, tasting myself.

No wonder she craves me. I'm godsdamn delicious.

My hips rock into the mattress, the much-needed friction driving my primal urges higher, but not satiating it.

I want her.

My tongue fucks into her addictive cunt as she moans softly. However, in her dream, I just know she's screaming. The sound of her muted pleasure causes goosebumps to skitter over my arms. My lips move down one side of her opening and up the other, nibbling and teasing the sensitive flesh as I go. Perhaps I made her dream a little too pleasurable. I draw back and cast a shadow around her puckered asshole.

A bought of pleasure filled pain thickens my cock as I harden further and flip her onto her belly. My shadows lift her hips, giving me full access to her ass. Licking my lips, I devour her.

Evie’s unconscious body jerks as I lick around the ring of muscle.

“You like that, Baby Girl?” I ask aloud against her skin, knowing she won't respond. The thought of her vulnerability causes my hips to buck involuntarily. “Of course you do, my filthy little slut.”

I groan and dip my tongue inside her, then swirl my palm over my pierced cock head, twitching as overly sensitive stimulation shutters down my shaft. “Mmmughnhgn, why haven’t we played like this sooner? So fucking good.”

Fuck, how am I this close already? At the moment, I don't really fucking care. The puckered muscle beneath my questing lips and tongue quiver. I want to come but I restrain myself, waiting for the perfect moment.

Not yet.

I pull away and slide two fingers into her cunt, Evie’s back arching as I fuck them into her feverishly. Her sweet moans join my growling grunts as I grasp her hips and jerking myself off with my other hand, matching the pace of my fingers inside her. My witch’s pussy squeezes my fingers, and my teeth sharpen, cutting into my lower as I lip bite down, a trickle of warm blood gliding down my chin and onto my chest.

“Fuck, come for me, Baby Girl. I need it.”

My forearm muscle bunches as I thrust into my fist and watch my sleeping witch tremble, rapture seeping into my bones. I grit my teeth.

Not yet.

The tendons in my neck tighten as I restrain myself from coming, teetering on the edge. Evie’s heart rate soars and her back arches as she climaxes, her cum leaking onto the sheets.

A roaring growl erupts from my throat as I twist my barbells with a tendril of shadow and orgasm all over her pretty little cunt. “Ugnhnn… Ah... Fuck…Evvvvvie.” My gaze locks on her pulsing, cum covered pussy as I stoke myself through my release.

I pant through the aftershocks twitching through me. Godsdamn. That’s a beautiful sight.

I will a shadow into my jeans pocket, the fabric puddled on the floor, extract my cigarettes and lighter, then proceeded to light a death stick. There is nothing like a cigarette after sex. I inhale that first taste of nicotine, not bothered that the drug does nothing for me. The ritual is enough. I tip my head back, releasing the coiled smoke from my lungs leisurely. Evie continues to moan, her lips parted in a fuckable ‘O’, twitching on the bed.

My eyes dilate as I smoke and stroke her body with my hungry stare, devouring every single moment of her lusty sounds and pleasure.

I pinch my lips around the end of the cigarette as I position myself at the apex of her thighs, fisting my cock and lubricating the shaft with our combined cum. I suck in a strangled breath and a strangled snarl vibrates my throat.

I need to be inside her. Right the fuck now.

I inhale sharply, the purple cherry eating up half the cigarette, and hold the smoke in my lungs as I toss the remains into the ashtray on the nightstand. My lungs burn with a need to exhale, but I refuse to obey, not until I'm inside my witch.

When she wakes, she won’t be able to move any part of her body and without remembering who took her in her sleep. I release the smoke through my nose, the opaque substance trickling slowly from my nostrils as I thrust my cock inside her pretty pussy.