A Demon’s Book Of Shadows (Witches & Demons #1)

24. Amon

24

Amon

I took Lucy’s sodden clothes with me out of the bathroom and strung them up in the kitchen with the help of my shadows. A few of my feathers detached from the ebony sinew, spinning to create a wind tunnel. Within a few minutes, Lucy’s clothing would be dry. But that didn’t mean I wanted to see her cover up her beautiful body.

I dried myself as well, collecting the misshapen mass of my shadows as Lucy’s spontaneous arousal burned all around me. Her orgasm was sweet and intoxicating, and now my shadows wouldn't leave her alone. That sexual release was not expected, nor was the magic that came pouring out of her like a river, in the shower, with half of my shadows fighting over her.

Fuck . My shadows had gotten way too kinky. There was no way the attraction between Lucy and I would last. It would end in one of two ways as all of my intimate relationships with non-magical women or witches did. They either ran screaming out of my flat, or straight up told me to go to hell.

Images of her in the shower played like a video behind my eyelids every time I blinked. Her panting against the wall. Her hands gripping for me. What kind of noises would she make when I plunged my cock between her legs?

Her magic burned into my nose—it had changed me. I still felt her pressed against my tongue and hands. Her breasts. Her skin. Her taste as I ate her out like a starved animal. She was just as starved for that kind of pleasure as me, only Lucy was mine to please.

“ You mean ours …”

I chose to ignore my shadow’s greedy comment. Lucy’s magic wasn’t only palpable, it was transforming quicker than I’d ever seen in a witch, especially one who had for so long, suppressed the goddess. The mess of Inked magazines in my corner were no longer tossed about, but stacked neatly according to their color. And my art pens—I’d never seen them look so perfectly propped into jars next to my collection of whiskey bottles. If my mother could see this, she would be laughing. She’d told me long ago that I needed to find a witch who could help me organize my creativity.

I plopped down on the sofa, bracing myself for when she emerged. She was either going to be pissed, or so turned on that she would beg me for more. It would take all of my strength not to have my shadows rip out of my body and pin her to the wall.

My bedroom door cracked open, letting the steam from the shower into the hall. Lucy emerged in the living room, her body wrapped in a damp towel. She was still woozy and glowing from her orgasm. Her chest rose and fell as she studied me.

Damn it to hell. Why am I doing this to myself ?

A strand of her hair fell into her face. “That was amazing. ”

“Did you enjoy it?” I asked, pride swelling and deflating in my chest. I squashed the triumph I wanted to feel. Most women didn't enjoy my kind of kink when it came to sex.

Fuck. I could get high off this new expression of her magic.

Her gaze met mine, smoky with desire. “I would have enjoyed it more had you not run out on me.”

Every part of me ached to grab her and return to the shower. Lucy didn’t understand. I couldn’t physically be there with her, or my shadows would have all had their say. All of me at once was not something I’d been able to share with a witch, ever . Only one of my shadows was capable of doing terrible things. The last thing I wanted to do was to end up hurting Lucy.

My crotch bulged as her smoky gaze traced a line down my front. “Sorry, sometimes the serpents get a little out of hand.”

Lucy's lips curved into a smile. “Having a snake in your pants is one thing. But multiples?” She set her hand on the doorframe, slumping as her desire-filled look thickened. “I'd like to see more of them again.”

“We need to make sense of what you saw in this vision,” I said, hoping to change the subject away from what my shadows were begging me to do.

“ What are you waiting for? You’ve opened the floodgates !”

“ Slam her against the wall, now !”

“ Tear her wide open and give her what she’s craving .”

Lucy’s eyes burned with fury, and satisfaction. She still had that magical after-glow from her orgasm. “I told you what I remember. What is there to make sense of? ”

I waved my hand.

Lucy jumped when she noticed her clothes suspended in the air, my feathers fanning away the last bit of moisture.

“Get dressed, and we’ll look at how to move forward with this,” I said. I could hear the dismissive tone in my voice. I didn’t sound how I felt. I’d always hated how I could hide not only my shadows, but my feelings for those I cared about.

She grabbed her clothes. Instead of returning to the bedroom to change, she dropped the towel and exposed herself.

Her legs. Her stomach. Her breasts. . .

“ She said she liked the serpents. She is ours. . . ”

Before I could stop myself, I was across the room, gathering her in my arms and stroking her hair away from her face.

Lucy’s skin began to glow.

She held her arm out to observe the colorful changes in her aura. “What is happening to me?”

“I don’t know. But you seemed to have experienced a flare in your magic.”

“That was no magical flare, that was an explosion. Am I reacting to the elements from inside the book? If so, which one?”

I stared at her aura as more colors came fizzling out of her like solar flares. I was so jealous of her magic. My shadows were as black as night, but Lucy had so much color to play with.

“Judging by the colors in your aura, I would say that you are experiencing every element.”

“Why do I get the feeling that you want to play with them?” she teased, looking up at me .

She was right, I did want to play with her magical energies. Lucy’s aura was like a box of crayons for some kiddy school boy to rip open and start coloring with. Only I wasn’t a school boy. I had urges that could not be satiated with simple coloring. There would always be another part of me that would want to take her magic and turn it into a painting.

I forced my arms away from her, dropping them at my sides. “Will you please get dressed?”

She grabbed my hand and shoved her bra into my palm, then turned away from me. “Help me dress.”

“Did anyone ever tell you that it’s not a good idea to turn your back to a demon?” I asked, taking in the curves of her waist and ass as she further exposes herself. The bra was a tangled mess that would be a crime to use to cover up her breasts.

Another magical flare burst from her arms. “Make it stop.”

“I can’t. You can’t.”

She grabbed her bra. “Fine, then I’ll figure it out myself!” As she dressed, I felt like such an idiot standing here, ignoring all of the urges that were blowing through me.

She spun on her heel and grabbed the book of elements from my coffee table.

“What are you doing?”

“I don’t care what this stupid wendigo wants with my magic. I’m taking matters into my own hands.”

Lucy jumped as the book sprung open. Flames erupted out of the pages, as did a whirlwind that spiraled like a liquid serpent up into the air. Lucy released the book, which levitated before us as it hissed and popped. In a fiery display of sparks and electricity, the book promptly disintegrated.

We both stood awestruck, staring up at the shimmering yellow dust that hovered above us.

“What the hell just happened?” Lucy asked, completely flabbergasted.

I tried and failed at stifling a laugh. “I think the elements just spoke for you.”

“I thought that stupid book was supposed to help protect me. Why would it just disappear like that?”

One of my tattoos mimicked the shape of the liquid serpent that appeared moments before the book destroyed itself. “The shadow magic inside apparently decided that I am the one who is supposed to keep you safe.” I grabbed her hand, tugging her close to me. “I’m not letting you out of my sight. The Bone Threader will find you, and he will hurt you.”

“I don’t think he will, not with your shadows protecting me,” she said with a smirk.

“ Kiss her, you fool, or I will take her mouth and. . .”

I shook my head, forcing my shadows’ devious thoughts away. I wanted to give in and enjoy this witch, and devour every last drop of her magic.

My phone buzzed, shaking me out of my fantasy. I grabbed it, sticking the speaker to my ear.

“Amon?” Zed’s voice sounded.

“What the fuck do you want?”

“Dude, we finally got a name for the band! ”

“That’s nice. Anything else?”

“Yeah. I’ve been such a dick to my big bro. I wanted to apologize for the other night. I should have stuck up for you when Krim kicked you out. Are you holding up alright?”

Lucy’s hand was still intertwined in mine. My tattoos snaked down to my palm as they reached for her. “I’m fending for myself, if that’s what you want to hear. Why did you call?”

“Come over to Shadow Daddy’s so I can make it up to you. And bring Lucy, I want to meet her! Also, I’ve been digging around town, trying to track down anything I can about this wendigo.”

I ground my jaw. The only reason I would consider taking her to meet my brother was because I needed to get my shadows to cool down. Being close to Zed should help prevent me from doing anything regretful, like I’d almost allowed when we were in the shower.

“We’ll be there in a few.” I ended the call, pocketing my phone.

Lucy grabbed a strand of my hair and tucked it behind my ear. “Where are we going, Hidden One? I can call you that, right?”

Daylight streamed in from my bedroom, illuminating the bed that should be how we spent the remainder of our morning. “My brother Zed said he wants to meet you.”

Her fingers grazed my cheek. “You didn’t answer the second part of my question.”

I grabbed her hand. “You didn’t give me time to answer.” I pressed my lips to the top of her fingers, kissing each one.

“I take it that’s a yes?” she whispered.

“I can’t promise that you won’t see the hidden parts of me before all of this is over.” When I released her hand, a flash of her aura burst from her fingertips, dispersing my shadows before I could take her skyward.

Lucy smirked at me. “You don’t have to whisk me off my feet at every opportunity you get. I have legs. Why don’t we walk to the bar?”

I was so jealous of how her aura flared. When she looked at me, her aura didn't dull like I thought it would, being that I was all shades of onyx and ebony. When she looked at me, her aura became more vibrant.