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

32. Amon

32

Amon

My cock twitched. No. It was already enough that my shadows had gotten this far. The fact that Lucy struck a bargain with them about secrets they’d kept from me for who knew how long was one thing. But I couldn’t risk them harming her, not when I was this weak.

I squeezed her hand. “Come on. Your mom will be worried sick. She still thinks you are trapped in the Summoning.”

Lucy pulled my arm, forcing me to spin and face her. Her eyes met mine, desire flickering in them. “You’ve taught me something. The truth is, a story doesn’t have magic if it’s not shared with someone else.”

We both jumped as something buzzed on her bed that wasn’t a phone.

“What the hell is this?” I asked, knowing all too well what witches used these magical wands for.

Lucy flushed so deeply, she almost matched the purple color of her cardigan. “Just a personal massager.”

“Are you tense?” I asked, turning off the vibrating wand I wanted to crush. These electrical devices that witches relied on for pleasure were no match for what I had to offer. “I can make that tension go away.”

Lucy’s fingers caressed my chest, finding the raw spot where my shadows tore out of me.

Fuck. How every part of my being ached for her.

I tossed the wand aside. I was going to give her such a ride that she would never turn to one of them for pleasure again. Grabbing her wrists, I forced her back, pinning her to the bed. Her legs splayed open as I thrust into her.

“Fuck, Amon, yes!” she rasped into my ear. Our bodies became a mangled mess of spontaneity and passion with too many barriers of clothing. Dry humping was not my thing.

I pulled back, grabbing my belt and ripping it away from my waist.

Lucy tossed her shirt over her head as I ripped off my own.

“ She wants all of us ,” my shadows growled.

“ Hold her down ,” another demanded.

“No, she’s mine,” I barked. My inner demons had always been possessive assholes.

I wanted Lucy’s slick pussy for myself.

Lowering myself between her legs, I kissed along her belly until I reached her inner thigh. “You are dripping for me.”

I dove into her, lapping and sucking until she was quivering in my palms.

“Amon, don’t stop,” she whimpered, her hips gyrating as I devoured her.

I pulled away from her quivering body, trailing my tongue over the spots she wanted me to. She needed to know what she was really getting into with my appetite.

I lowered myself onto her, grabbing her wrists and pinning her against the bed. My hips bucked as I thrust my cock against her pussy. Her opening was so wet and tight. I teased her, slipping through her opening, then withdrew. I wanted to plow into her and take her now. If I did, my shadows wouldn’t have the restraint when it came to their turn with her.

I took in her face, ecstasy dancing through her expression as I dominated her. She smiled up at me as I ground my hips into her.

She needed to come first, or my shadows would continue to try and establish their dominance.

The moment I released her wrists, her hands clawed for me. She grabbed my hair as I began kissing her neck, biting my way to her breasts. I sucked one of her nipples into a hard peak. Grabbing her other breast, I worked my thumb over her nipple until she moaned.

I pulled away, falling onto my back next to her. “Get on top of me,” I demanded.

She sat next to me, grabbing my cock with greedy fingers. “My turn to tame the demon.”

She stroked my hard length, the palm of her hand pulsing over the head. Her fingers were delicate and firm, finely tuned to reading what pleased me. I closed my eyes, focusing on the sensations. How badly I wanted to bury my cock into her slick pussy, pounding until my balls were slapping against her .

I opened my eyes, finding that she was giving me head. I grabbed a fistful of her hair as she lathered my cock with her mouth. Her fingers found my balls, which she began squeezing.

Fuck, this is amazing . My cock plunged into her throat as she continued to mouth fuck me.

She pulled her mouth away, wiping her lips with the back of her hand as a satisfied smirk crept up her face. Her leg swung over my center as she straddled my core. Her breasts were red from my rough touch.

“My turn,” she said, lifting her hips as she found my cock and slid down my length, until I was buried deep inside of her.

She rode me, her hips undulating. Her hands worked over my chest, fingernails scratching over my tattoos as she found a rhythm. Lucy might be a librarian, but here on top of me, she was a creature from a dark fairytale. I wanted to drink her in and taste her magic before she devoured me.

As we synced our bodies, my shadows and her goddess merged into one. Feeling the rhythms of her magic and her body harmonize with me made me realize just how lonely I had become. But Lucy was a different creature that I couldn’t remain withdrawn from. This orgasm had claws and teeth. Lucy’s hips tightened as she ripped it out of me.

Our bodies shuddered as our release combined, forming something sacred and forbidden. She slumped over my body, breathing into my neck. Sweat beaded on her forehead. “That was insane.”

She fell to my side, her fingers still clawing at my chest as she hit the pillow .

I reached my arm around her center, cuddling her. Her scent, a combination of fruity hair products and after sex, was simply intoxicating. We lay together in silence. Her breathing slowed to the point I wondered if she had drifted off to sleep.

I wiped her hair away from her forehead, kissing her tenderly. My shadows were quiet, for now. All I could hear was the murmur of her heart as her body formed against me.

She glanced up at me, her eyes glassy with pleasure. “Did your shadows tell you yet?”

“Tell me what?”

“How Melrose died. I told them that they must tell you as soon as they released you from the painting.”

“Why are we talking about Melrose right now?” I asked, slightly annoyed. Hadn’t I blown her mind? She sure blew me away.

Her fingers trailed down my front, tracing the length of my black strip of hair until she found the base of my cock. “Because her death is tied to what the Bone Threader wants. There is a certain demon I want to keep around my books.”

I grabbed her wandering hand and brought her fingers to my lips, kissing each of them. “Only a few weeks ago you didn’t want me anywhere near your library.”

Lucy’s eyes, still smoky from her first orgasm, found mine. “That was before I knew about these shadows you were hiding from me.”