Page 34 of Broken Shadows (Corrupt Shadows Duet #2)

CHAPTER THIRTY-FOUR

Evie

Lorcan grins down at me as he tugs my body across the cream sofa, cushions and drapes my head over the arm rest, my unbound hair swaying against his legs.

Is this my old apartment? I thought everything was destroyed?

I stare at his magic cross piercing as Lorcan slowly pleasures himself above my face and my body rocks back and forth.

Why am I moving when he’s above me?

I moan as pressure from an unseen force fills my pussy. “Oh Gods, this is a dream.” A flood of arousal soaks the apex of my thighs.

“Good girl. You caught on quickly.” Lorcan chuckles then groans. “Right now I’m balls deep inside your pretty cunt, fucking into you while you lay limp with sleep.”

My pussy clamps around nothing, yet I can feel him inside me .

“Close your eyes, Baby Girl. Wouldn't want you getting dizzy as I fuck your throat.”

My eyelids shut and I moan, then open my mouth and stick my tongue out as far as it will go without being asked.

“Good fucking girl,” Lorcan praises.

I cannot wait to feel his piercings as I swallow him down. My body rocks forward over the armrest slightly as his phantom thrust from the real-world bucks into my pussy.

Fuck, it feels so damn good.

Loran collars his hand around my upside-down throat, then leans down and sucks my tongue into his mouth. He kisses me hard and deep, his tongue dominating mine in the best way. I thought this position would be awkward for kissing, but it’s new and different, and in no way hinders my demon.

This is so, so hot. Fuck my face. Please, I want to taste your cum.

Lorcan groans into my mouth, the sound blending with the constant, simmering growl that’s always present whenever we have a sexual encounter, then stands to his full height.

“Hold on to something, Little Witch.”

I inhale as much oxygen as my lungs will hold, then cup my breasts.

His rich chuckle shivers over my skin. “Not exactly what I meant, but it'll have to do. I’m tired of waiting.”

Lorcan hinges at the waist, covers my wet pussy with his hot mouth, and slides into my throat while fingers press into the side of my neck. Fuuuuck, I want to feel my cock under your skin as you gag on me.

I lose track of reality, what is a dream sensation and what is the whispered touch of his actions in real life. My fingers glide into his blue-black hair as he moans and nibbles on my clit.

Do you feel me as I use you in your sleep?

I choke on his cock and mumble incoherent words around it. “Ymmphh.”

Lorcan groans, long and deep. You look so fucking vulnerable right now. Your tits pressed into the mattress as I prep your ass to take my cock.

My clit throbs, and I nearly come as I focus on breathing around his cock when I can and the distinct, but whispered pressure between my cheeks.

Should I fill this round ass of yours with my cum?

My release screams toward me, so close I could cry. “Ye… Lo…rphmn.”

Lorcan thrusts deeper into my throat and gifts me a dizzying hand necklace. “Fuck, Evie! The skin of your throat is stretched so tight under my palm.” His lips ghost over my labia as he speaks. “I wish you could see just how fucking magnificent you look right now. Your whispered moans and whimpers in real life are an extreme contrast to how loudly you gag around my cock right now. Godsdamn, it's so fucking sexy.”

I push down on the back of his head, urging him to keep fucking licking me as the lighter warm touch on the nerves between my cheeks increases in speed and pressure. I grind against his face, pushing my thought down the bond.

I can feel you everywhere.

My mind melts as a clear picture of my unconscious body screams across my mind’s eye. My breasts sway as he stares hungrily at my sleeping face from between my thighs. The authentic version of me parts her lips and a soft, desperate moan slips out.

Fuck. He’s using my unconscious body for his pleasure. He can do anything he wants to me, and I wouldn’t be able to stop him.

I gasp in a breath as the vision fades and Lorcan pulls out of my throat, leaving his cock on my tongue. “Deep breath, Baby Girl.”

I quickly inhale, then he resumes fucking my face, his balls slapping against my nose.

I try to breathe in through my nose instinctively, but between his fat cock, his balls, and the tight constriction of his fingers around my throat restrict all access to oxygen.

My lungs burn as he slides deeper, his piercings rubbing against my full throat, and I scream around his cock. “Oahhg…Go..ds…”

He moans as I swallow around him convulsively as I gag several times in a row.

Lorcan sucks my clit hard between his lips and lashes his tongue against the piercing he marked me with, each flick tapping the jewelry against my bundle of nerves. My lungs burn for a breath I know isn't coming.

My senses buzz with over sensation, and it hardly registers that he stopped licking me, only lightly scraping me with his scruff as his stuttering pants rush over my sensitive skin.

One of his big, tattooed hands lands on my breast and he kneads the sensitive tissue, yet the phantom warmth and pressure between my thighs that was there a moment ago, vanishes and streaks of something warm streaks across my back.

Lorcan’s growl shreds his voice to its demonic pitch. “I'm coming… all over your… fucking back… Unholy… godsdamn… Satan’s… uugghhhghgg!” Cool air rushes against my slick pussy as he rockets to his full height, rips his cock from my mouth, and comes all over my face. “Fuuuuck…ahhgh…ughgg…Baby, yesss…”

It's too much.

Far too much.

Lorcan’s cum continues to spurt against my face in irregular intervals, then my back arches as his palm slaps my clit sharply twice. I reach over my head and grab, digging my nails into his thighs as a sweet, intense release barrels into me.

My demon growls gutturally, “Can you feel my cum coating your back?”

I throw my neck further over the armrest and moan huskily. “Yes! Lorcan… it feels so… so fucking good.”

My mind blurs as my climax goes on and on. Lorcan gently lifts the back of my head, lifts it from the awkward angle, then licks a stripe up my cheek, gathering some of his cum, gliding his tongue onto mine, depositing his pleasure directly onto my taste buds.

My eyes open, I stare up at him and swallow everything he gives me, licking my lips slowly.

Lorcan places a fluffy pillow under my head, rounds the armrest, and crawls between my thighs as phantom hands massage my breasts. He cleans off the remainder of his cum with a warm, soft towel, then presses a kiss to my sternum.

His arms dip beneath my body and he wraps his hands around my shoulders, clutching me to him and pressing his forehead deeper between my breasts. We lay there, catching our breaths as he holds me.

Lifting his head, my demon’s gaze locks on to mine. “I’m not done with you yet.”

My heart flutters. As I absorb his utter devotion and love in the best way he knows how. I'm so turned on. I can hardly pull one clear thought from my mind, but like every time, the thrill of remembering he loves me electrifies my blood.

“Evie,” Lorcan whispers against my skin, “tell me what you want me to do to your sleeping body, this one, or both.”

My eyes flutter close briefly, “Eat my ass. I want to feel every single lick, not the water down version.”

He groans and kisses the hollow of my throat. “I already tasted it once tonight, but once was definitely not enough.” His forehead thumbs between my breasts. “You are so fucking perfect for me.”

“Lorcan?”

“Hmm?”

“Back in reality… I want you inside me.”

He rises and sits back on his heels, the corner of his mouth twitching upward. “Pick a hole.”

“I don't fucking care which it is as long as you're inside me. Right. Fucking. Now.”

“Spread those pretty thighs wider and lift your hips,” he orders.

I do as he commands as his hungry stare rakes over my body with predatory intent.

“Please,” I beg as a trickling sensation ghosts between my cheeks. I glanced down, but Lorcan remains unmoving, his gaze focused on the apex of my thighs as he positions my legs. I choke on a moan, a streak of intense arousal buzzing through my clit.

His deep, gravelly whisper shivers over my skin. “Should I describe how I’m pleasuring you right now? Using your body like a fucking toy?”

“Yes, tell me as you fucking taste my ass. I want to feel your tongue so badly.”

“As you wish, Little Witch. Close your eyes and focus on the sensations.” After a pause, he stretches his massive body out on his stomach.

This dream couch must be extremely long to accommodate him. I giggle at the thought, then press my lips together as Lorcan’s gaze darkens.

“Right now, I have you positioned just like this, spread wide for me and completely fucking helpless.” A grin unfurls across his face as he nuzzles his stubbled cheek against my inner thigh and runs his knuckles up the other at a glacial pace. “I've already slathered my fingers and your ass in lube, so they’ll glide into you easily.” As he says the words, a slight burn quickly transforms into beautiful pressure as the real Lorcan plunges his fingers into my ass.

My hips buck into the air.

Lorcan laughs against my skin. “That’s my good fucking whore,” he praises. The muted pleasure builds within me as his real fingers thrust in and out of me.

The sensation is so good, but not enough. I open my eyes and meet his hard stare. “More. Please… I need more.” I don't give a shit that I'm begging so long as he gets his cock inside me, dream or reality. I don't fucking care.

He's taking too long.

Lorcan arches over me, then sucks my lower lip into his mouth and bites down on the digit as he pulls away.

I protest, but a moan cuts me off as he tugs me to his waiting mouth.

“Holy Gods.” Wet, hot heat envelopes me as he tastes my ass, swiping broad licks of his tongue over the far too sensitive nerves. My shoulders burn as I hold myself up on my forearms and I scream with pleasure. “Ahgh…Oh, f-fuuc…”

Lorcan attacks me with hungry, primal groaning growls, his mouth vibrating against me as an overwhelming amount of phantom pressure forms inside my ass. My demon praises me, kissing the sensitive puckered hole while as his lips shape the words against me.

“Uggnhg… Baby Girl,” Lorcan grunts, “your ass is so fucking tight around my cock… Mmmugghgn… Unholy Gods, you’re squeezing me so well, and my piercings—" He moans again, cutting himself off.

I jerk, pleasure electrifying my oversensitive clit as Lorcan rolls it between his forefinger and thumb. His husky groan turns into a laugh. “Mmm, you like that?”

“Gods… Yes! More.”

My demon’s claws dig into my outer thighs as my body jostles and rocks away from him, sweet, agonizing pleasure decimating me as the real life Lorcan unleashes himself on my ass like a rabid fucking beast.

He grinds his thumb against my clit with tight, quick circles. You ready to come all over me, Baby Girl?

I arch my neck and press my head deeper into the pillow. “Yes, yes, gods… yesss,” I moan.

Lorcan chuckles against my ass, then thrusts three fingers into my pussy, pumping them furiously. My vision whitens as blinding ecstasy rolls through me and I struggle to absorb the vast amount of things being done to my physical and mental body.

“Fuuuuuuck,” Lorcan growls as the last thread of his restraint snaps, and he attacks my ass with his tongue, moaning, biting, and suckling on the tight ring of muscle. The duality of the phantom pressure inside my ass and his rough treatment of it in my dream sends me spiraling into oblivion, orgasming harder than I have in my entire fucking life.

“Ahgn… Baby Girl… Yes, suck me off with your ass… give me more… more of your screams.” Pure liquid desire squirts all over his face and I continue coming. The pressure inside my ass streaks higher, but it keeps eating me.

I vibrate on the couch, my head whipping back-and-forth as the pleasure goes on and on like it'll never end.

I don't think I want it to… but it's too much.

My body spasms and twitches as I stare blearily down my body, catching the sight of his tattooed forearm muscles bunching and flexing as he jerks himself off.

“Holy fuck.”

His claws bite into my left thigh where he holds me a loft and comes in both realities, inside my ass and all over me at once. I lose track of which cum is real or just an echo.

Lorcan releases a shuttering breath, grinning lazily against my inner thigh where he rests his cheek.

“That was…”

He laughs. “Yes. Yes, it was .”

Lorcan lifts me into his arms, rolling his body under mine while he embraces me.

I mumble against his chest. “I am so fucking glad I pierced you.”

His approving growl vibrates my cheek. “Me too, Little Witch. Me fucking too.”

He presses his hand between my shoulders. His finger splayed, and I nearly drool as I admire his flexing abs while he gets into position. Then I crawl over his straining erection and sink over him.

Lorcan moans, his other hand tightens on an ass cheek. I laugh and bite my lip around the smile because I fucking love being able to give him so much pleasure, just as he does for me.

I stretch out over his hard, tattooed body, trailing a finger over his true name tattooed beneath his right eye. My magic comes alive under my skin, simmering where my fingertip skims the letters. Faint wisps of shadows uncoil where we touch, and he stiffens beneath me.

“Evie, what—?”

I didn’t think it was possible.

Hope expands in my chest, nearly cracking my ribs with the force of the emotion.

I’m powerful enough. Why didn’t I think of trying before?

I close his eyes with my other hand. “Just feel me, My Demon.”

Lorcan’s chest rises and falls steadily, his muscles relaxing. “Yes, My Witch.”

My lungs inflate as I breathe in, focusing all my attention on his true name.

I infuse the skin over the letters with my shadows, willing to take a shape just big enough to fully conceal his name behind the thorned stem of a rose. I lean a forearm on his chest as I work, as one of his hands squeezes my biceps gently, his thumb smoothing against my skin and his even breaths whisper against my throat.

My gaze glides to his closed lids, his lashes appearing more blue than black as they fan his cheeks. I sigh, kissing his forehead. He’s so attractive it fucking hurts.

My shadows finish the last petal with a flourish of magic, but just as I lift from Lorcan’s skin, my death magic swirls around the tendril of shadow and glows beneath the pad of my finger. I lift my hand away, then my lips part, staring in stunned awe as my death magic burns away the original tattoo and infuses itself into the shadow ink.

“Holy shit.”

“What?”

I slap a palm over his thick lips, never taking my eyes off my magic. His gaze narrows, but he doesn’t protest further.

My magic is so fucking beautiful.

Purple bleeds into the black shadow ink that forms the delicate petals as my death magic expunges his name from his flesh and leaves only our mark in return. I drag my gaze to Lorcan’s and remove my hand. “It’s gone.”

“What do you mean, it’s gone?”

I cup his cheeks, and a fluffy, purely happy puff ball explodes in my chest. “My magic… I removed your true name.”

Lorcan sits up so quickly I tip backward, but a strong flat palm spreads between my shoulder blades, catching me. “Fuck, that’s…” The shine in his eyes quickly dims and he sighs. “But this is a dream.”

“Wake me up.”

“Fuck, just give me a minute to process.”

I glare at him. “No. Wake me up right now, Lorcan.”

My eyes blink open to Lorcan’s serious, stony gaze, then I gasp and smile harder than I have in years. I press my lips to the deep purple rose, the same shade and style of my own, tattooed beneath his right eye. “You are mine.”

His eyes widen and he vaults off the bed, crashing his palms against the oval mirror over the dresser as he examines his face closely. Lorcan’s hand shakes as he traces a finger over my tattooed rose and squeezes his eyes shut.

I sit up and wrap myself in a hug.

I fucking did it.

I claimed my demon in every way possible.

Lorcan whirls to face me, then tackles me onto my back. “Say it again, Evie. Please.”

I fling open the doors of our bond and kiss him with each resounding word.

You.

Kiss.

Are.

Kiss.

Mine.

Kiss.

He grins against my lips, but suddenly the firm pressure of his kiss slackens, and the full weight of his body drops onto me, air rushing from my lungs.

What the Hell is happening?

My heart seizes as I shake his muscular shoulder and croak, “Lor?”

My limbs fall limply to my sides as two cloaked figures loom over our prone bodies. One of them speaks but I can’t make out the words through the heartbeat filling my ears.