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

33. Lucy

33

Lucy

Amon rose onto his knees, his flat stomach and chest heaving. I loved watching his tattoos dance over his skin, and how they merged with the dark strip of hair that ran from his chest to the thick base of his cock. He was already hard, ready to go again. He was also twice the size of what Jason ever had.

Thank the triple goddess I was on the pill, because I wasn’t about to stop. I’d just rode his thick pulsing cock into an earth-shattering orgasm I could see happening again, and again, and again.

“ You haven’t felt our cocks yet ,” a voice echoed into my head. “ We are bigger than him. You will be screaming before we —”

“Fuck off,” Amon growled, his voice hardening with his body as he grabbed my leg and began kissing the inside of my knee.

I shivered as he licked and bit my skin, sending a ripple of pleasure through me.

“Are you fighting with your shadows?” I asked, still breathless from my orgasm.

“They want you, but not as much as I do. A demon worships his witch with his shadows.” His fingers dropped to my clit, where he teased my slick opening. “I hope you aren’t afraid of serpents. ”

My back arched as he slipped two fingers inside of me. His artistic hands were all I’d been craving, and now I was being fondled by them.

So this was what it felt like to be wanted.

He curled his fingers, blending erotic pain with pleasure. “Eyes on me,” he whispered, a cocky smile spreading across his face. “My shadows need to know who the dominant demon is.”

My fantasies ran wild as I imagined what Amon was describing. Multiples of him, all wanting me, competing for me with the same ferocity reflecting in his eyes? I’d never had a single man, let alone multiples, want me this way in my entire life.

A half-gasp-half-whimper escaped me as his chest tattoos morphed into serpents. Their coiling bodies unfolded from his body as they wrapped around my legs. What kind of kinky shadow bondage was this?

His tattoos appeared as branches layering upon themselves like the tree of shadows amidst a terrible storm. One of the serpents slithered over my slick, joining his fingers as he pulsed them through my opening.

“Amon, please,” I whispered.

“Make that noise again,” he demanded. “Beg for it.”

All I could manage was a whimper as the second serpent unfolded its tail over my clit. White flashes clouded my periphery as he brought me close to release.

“Good girl,” he purred as he withdrew his fingers and the serpents from my opening. He hooked me under my knees and dragged me toward him .

I rested my legs on his shoulders as his cock pulsed across my entry. The shadow serpents uncoiled their tails over my clit, circling their smooth, silky scales over me. This was a position I’d always wanted, something I'd only read about in Victoria’s witchy kama sutra collection that often involved the devil’s serpents.

“Tell me what you like,” he breathed, holding me steady. His cock slid over my clit as he continued to please me.

My body ached for another release, but he was in control. Fucking a demon was so much better than I imagined it to be. If this was what one of Amon felt like, what would it be like when I was with all of him?

My magic surged as larger, thicker serpents coiled down his arms. They formed into ribbons of silk, binding my wrists as he slid into me.

Amon groaned as my body accepted every inch of him.

He rocked me, pulsing in and out as his shadows and serpents coiled around me. The pressure was so intense, my vision began to blur.

What if I passed out?

“Darkness, Lucy. I fucking need you,” he growled as he disappeared into his shadows.

My body lifted off my bed. As gravity fell away, Amon’s shadows coiled around me, tethering my arms above my head. He continued to fuck me, pulsing between my legs until my back pressed firmly against the wall.

“Put your arms around me,” he said as another shadow hand caressed my neck .

I sank into his solidness. My hips rolled as he bounced me. Goddess, the stars I saw. I was thrown into a fit of burning pleasure and ecstasy. The sheer force and rhythm his body made against mine was going to do one of two things—either light me on fire, or rip me apart.

“Lower me,” I said, panting against his congealing shadows.

His stubble scraped against my chest, my neck, until his devilish smile appeared. “What, you don’t like levitating while fucking?”

I grabbed a handful of his dark hair the moment I saw how far away from my bed I was. When he withdrew from between my legs, my body clenched around him. Part of me didn’t want him to leave—the goddess in charge of my magic also wanted him.

Amon’s smile turned into a smirk. He seemed to feel the way my magic had clung to him. As he slid out of me, rebellious blue and purple sparks erupted from my fingers.

My cheeks flamed as Amon lowered me down to the floor. We stood, panting. His hard body towered over me. I felt so small before him, so vulnerable and naked in ways I didn’t want to retreat from. I was safe with him, even thought I knew the shadows branching out of his body wanted to do other devious things with me.

I set my head on his chest, listening for his heartbeat. The sound was crashing and relentless, breaking against his ribs. The melody made me think of the thunderstorms that were associated with my magic.

His lips pressed against my forehead, where I heard him inhale. His hands caressed my back, moving to my hair. He worked his fingers down my spine, tracing over me as I recovered my breath .

“How was that, too much?” he whispered.

“No, not too much,” I breathed, not wanting to admit defeat.

I pulled away from his chest. His tattoos were cutting and angular, morphing and changing from bones to feathers. The mass of them coiled down his front, their darkness all funneling toward the base of his cock.

“You are so perfect, so soft,” he said, nipping then kissing all down my neck. “Feel how hard you make me.”

His hips ground into my front, his thick length bulging against my thighs.

I grabbed his cock. My touch made one of the serpents coiling around the base constrict.

Amon’s chin shot up as he threw his head back. I grabbed his cock with both hands and pumped him. He set both of his hands onto the dresser behind me as I worked my palms along his length.

“Fuck,” he growled, grinding into me. “Lucy, you have a magical touch, but I need to be inside of you.”

“Not until you’ve tasted me again.”

Shadows branched out of Amon’s ribs, gripping me behind my knees. My ass slid onto the dresser as he bucked his hips.

I leaned back, propping my elbows onto the dresser as he pried my legs apart and dove between them. His tongue slid across my skin, licking and sucking as he devoured me. The ceiling became a blur of splotchy white lights as he brought me close to release. It wasn’t one tongue, it was many. Teeth grazed my skin as Amon’s inner demons feasted upon me .

My back arched as white-hot pleasure coursed through my body. Purple flashes of light blurred my vision as I was thrown into release. The euphoric rush lingered, filling my body with the gentle pulse of my magic.

“Welcome back to the world of the living, beautiful,” he said, a crooked smile twisting his lips. He leaned into me, encouraging me to wrap my arms around him.

Woozy from my orgasm, Amon helped me down from the dresser. My feet wobbled as I regained my composure. The firmness of his touch told me that he wasn’t done with me. His cock pressed against my belly.

He smiled wickedly. “Time for you to feel what it’s like to be with all of me.”

My stomach twisted. The thought of this multi-shadow orgasm was enough to make me see stars again.

“ Flip her over ,” one of the gravely voices demanded.

Silky ribbons curled around my torso, forcing me from my dresser to the bed. Before I fell onto the mattress, I was pressed between two, no, three ? There had to be more. Multiple dark figures were fighting to enter me.

“ Let’s see how many of us she can take at once .”

“Amon, how many of you are there?” I breathed as I was quickly dominated by the hard masses of muscular shadow bodies. Their hands groped my ass and as they bent me over.

“Lucy?”

A familiar female voice called from downstairs.

“Shit,” I stammered, my face crowded by my own sweaty hair .

Amon’s shadows dispersed, leaving me panting on all fours on my mess of a bed. Grabbing my cardigan, I covered my front and I darted from my bedroom into the bathroom. After I shut the door, I turned on the tap. I just hoped that Victoria didn’t see the aftermath of our devious lovemaking.

Victoria’s footsteps thundered up the stairs as I jumped into the steam. “Lucy!”

“I’m in the shower!”

The door opened as Victoria made her way inside. “Mom said there is a shadow vortex by the library and that you had gone missing. I’m texting her that I found you right now.”

“Texting her now!” Francine, her red tailed hawk, chimed in.

I lathered shampoo into my hair. Fuck. Red marks lined my wrists and torso from our serpentine bondage play. I couldn’t let Victoria see any of it, or she would be all over me.

“Freshen up. Francine and I will be outside to hear where you’ve been. Mom is on her way over. She said she has something to share with us.”

I rinsed off and wrapped myself in a towel.

The second I emerged from the steamy bathroom, Victoria and her hawk perched atop her shoulder gave me the stink eye. “You know, it wouldn’t hurt for you to let Mom and your sisters know that you are okay.”

“That was my fault.”

“Well? Where have you been?”

“Fucking a demon!” Francine cried .

“Your bird lies,” I stammered. I was still breathless from Amon. I bustled past my sister, trying to hide the marks on my neck and arms.

“Something is definitely going on,” Victoria agreed with her hawk. “I could tell from the magic in the air. What’s up with this magical vortex? And why are my wine glasses shattered into smithereens downstairs?”

“Smithereens!” Francine squawked.

As soon as I climbed into a fresh pair of clothing, the front door opened downstairs. My mother’s aura blew through the house, filling the space with her protective magic. Victoria left me to dress as she descended the stairs.

I followed her, finding Mom in the foyer, both of her arms folded in front of her chest. Her bun was disheveled into a frizzy clump. Her eyes flickered with the fierceness of a protective lioness.

“Where in the goddess’s name have you been?” Mom scolded me, her voice cracking with emotion. The air thickened with humidity as her brown eyes inspected my aura. “I have been worried sick. Do you have any idea how terrified I felt when I found Amon with his brother, and you weren’t with him? There is a wendigo in town. I trusted him to protect you from it.”

I wanted to sink down and hide. Mom’s aura was dangerously thin, her energy dispersed like muggy air after a rainstorm. She closed the space between us, her hands hovering about, “Amon’s aura is all over you.” She paused, whisking away something invisible above my head. “Wait, am I seeing more than one? Where are all of these shadows coming from? The wendigo hasn’t touched you, has it? ”

Now I really wanted to hide. “No, the wendigo hasn’t come anywhere close to me. I’m sorry I didn’t reach out to you sooner. Amon and I have been searching for a book.”

“Of course you have,” mom warned in a dangerous tone. “Something else isn’t adding up.”

Victoria’s mouth formed an O as her brows arched up. Even she knew that shit was about to get real. Mom’s wrath rarely came out, but when it did, all of her daughters could feel the earthquake of energy from her aura. Growing up, all three of us had to deal with the seismic ripples of her discipline. The one thing she did not tolerate in the Crow household, was any form of lying, or cheating, involving the use of magic. I remembered a time when Grace and I were teenagers. We had been fighting over one of Mom’s spices, both believing it would help us pass our history class. When Mom found out, we were both confined to our rooms without dinner privileges, forced to eat cold, bland oatmeal every evening with no sugar instead. Neither of us saw a hot meal for over a week, while Victoria bragged about eating Chinese takeout.

Victoria began to pick up the books Melrose had tossed about the room, stuffing them back onto her bookshelf.

Mom didn’t let me out of her sight. She pulled me into a tight hug. Her scent of baking spices washed over me as I hugged her back. It felt like eons before she released me.

When she did, her aura thrashed over me. “Those grimoires have long been known to keep magic hostage. I didn’t know they had the power to capture the spirits of witches too, until Amon told me. I was terrified that would happen to you. ”

“Mom, I’m sorry. I promise that I didn’t mean to scare you.”

A smile turned up the corners of her mouth before resuming back to a frown. The lines that framed her lips became more pronounced. The only thing that could make her look her age was fear about her daughters.

“Your father had a collection of books from an archive he said familiars had created, but demons had taken over. He said the books were so old, the spells inside of them had forgotten how they formed. Who could borrow the ancient texts was all regulated by—”

“—A demon council that witches don’t like to talk about?”

Mom’s brow furrowed. “Yes, how did you know about this said demon council?”

“Amon’s father came to visit. He apparently got fired from the council.”

“And why is that important?”

“I don’t know. Amon wouldn’t let me overhear the details, before he. . .” My mind was plagued with the hard, muscular bodies as Amon’s shadows tried to dominate me moments before.

Thankfully, Mom looked away. She started helping Victoria with re-organizing her bookshelf. “Your father knew some of the shady individuals who worked for that council. The members were also heavily involved with the regulation of magical texts like grimoires.”

“Amon took me to this shadow archive.”

Mom dropped one of the books. “He took you there? Why?”

Victoria stopped beside me. “Girl, you’ve been keeping secrets. Mom and I know it. ”

Mom returned next to me. “I knew something strange was going on with your magic. But I never would have assumed that Amon brought you to an archive where these grimoires are all housed.”

“Mom, she loves books. If a demon wants to impress a witch he’s crushing on, I’m sure he’d try and woo her with what she likes,” Victoria said, winking at me.

“Amon was trying to help me,” I said, finding my mother’s gaze. “He brought me to the shadow archive to try and remedy what was happening to my magic. The energy bursts were becoming dangerous. You both know I haven’t practiced magic since. . .” My voice hushed.

“Since Dad passed?” Victoria said, setting her hand on my arm.

I start shaking. “It’s not like me to be this way. I’ve never had issues with my magic flaring. Then a month ago, everything happened with Jason, and it was like this giant void came back into my life. I forgot what missing Dad really felt like.”

Both Mom and Victoria’s auras blended around me, forming a golden band of energy. Their magic felt like water, smoothing away the burning sensation Amon’s shadows had brought to the surface.

“You could have said something, Lucy. Why didn’t you say that you’ve been thinking about Dad recently?” Victoria asked. Her voice was soft and comforting.

“I didn’t want to burden you,” I said, emotion gripping my throat. “Look, I’m grateful for everything you both and Grace have done for me. But this problem with my magic is mine, not yours, got it? When and how I use magic is up to me. Not even Grubs should have a say on how I practice.”

Both Mom and Victoria nodded.

“Speaking of Grubs,” Mom chimed in, “I’m beginning to think that your familiar might also have his greedy little mouth parts involved with this shadow archive.”

“Grubs? Why?”

Mom reached into her sweater pocket and pulled out a seed pod. “I stopped by Grace’s greenhouse and I discovered this.”

The seedpod had a symbol burned into its husk—a magical symbol I recognized from the grimoire. “This symbol is part of a spell all right. An ancient one.”

“I can’t read any of that gibberish,” Victoria said, her brow pinching.

“Gibberish!” Francine squawked from atop the bookshelf.

“Do you think Amon can?” Mom asked.

“No, but his mother could,” I replied as Francine’s frilling feathers suddenly made me think of Eugene’s two ravens. “Amon’s mother was a witch. Her spirit has been communicating with me. She wants me to deliver a message to her son.”

Mom’s quizzical look intensified. “It all makes sense to me now. Your father was writing about the separation of the three magics.” Her eyes found me again. “The symbols in the grimoires were something your father showed you when you were a child. They are bound to impact your magic if you were to rediscover them.”

My stomach knotted. “He did? When?”

“I still remember him reading children’s books to you, ones he would sprinkle the symbols into. He did it in a way that wasn’t obvious, sometimes blending them with the illustrations and the characters without you knowing they were even there.” Her voice became hushed with emotion. “He loved you to bits, Lucy. The way he read to you helped you to overcome your dyslexia.”

A hazy blue figure appeared in my periphery. I swore I saw my father’s outline in the chair as he waved at me.

I blinked, and his spirit was gone. The corners of my eyes stung. “How?”

“The symbols are at their core a language that binds all three magics,” Mom answered.

I thought immediately of Melrose and what she had said about the symbols, and why she, too, had wanted them.

Suddenly, I might not need Amon’s shadows to keep their end of the bargain. I might be able to help Melrose myself.

“The witch that was locked inside of the grimoire died a long time ago. Her spirit can’t remember how she died, so she can’t move on.” I shivered, thinking about the deal I made with Amon’s shadows. “I know in my gut that her death is tied to the wendigo.”

Mom’s face brightened as her aura brimmed with golden light. “Then you know what you must do. Your father has prepared you for this moment. If you can read these symbols, you can stop this vortex the wendigo has released into town.” She turned on her heel. “Follow me.”

Once around the corner, mom tore open the closet door. The scent of mothballs, as well as live moths, escaped into the air. “What household cleaning appliance can a witch rely on these days?” Mom asked as she began to shift through the coats .

A witch didn’t dig through a closet like this unless she was preparing to go airborne. Mom rarely flew. The last time I took to the skies with her, I was probably in middle school, when she frequently had to travel quickly across town to rescue one of her daughters from something they wanted no part of. Mom was the one witch in the Crow family who possessed the talent to spontaneously levitate with her will alone.

I, on the other hand, couldn’t fly without her help. She was looking for an item to bewitch so I could tag along with her.

She pulled out an item, holding it over her head like a trophy. “Not a broom, but how about purple polka dots and octopuses?”

The umbrella flew open with a swift pop ! sending the moths scattering.

“Not playing Marry Poppins today,” I replied.

“Victoria, where did you put the sun hat I lent you?” Mom asked my sister.

“The one that looked like a mushroom? I gave it to Grace, remember?”

Mom thrust the umbrella into my hand. “Octopus Marry Poppins will have to do for now.” She grabbed my other hand and tugged me out the front door. We stood in the garden, the lilacs curling in my mother’s magic. A few bees buzzed about, completely out of season. Her magic could summon springtime, even amidst autumn.

Mom kicked up her heels and levitated off the ground. I fumbled with the umbrella as I knew her magic would soon sweep me up. It flopped open as the wind took me into her magical wake. My feet dangled beneath me as she raised her arm, guiding both of us up. Trees and rooftops became my focus as we hovered in the air. Darkness cloaked my periphery the higher we went.

Shit.

I’d been spotted by Amon’s shadows.

As soon as they saw me, they withdrew behind the grove of trees below. I clutched onto the umbrella, grateful they weren’t slithering lustfully after me like they had in my bedroom.

I could feel their silky bodies coiling between my legs, warming me from the inside. The sensation was enough to make me want to rip out of my skin. The marks they left on my arms burned as the town below began to glow.

“My goddess, what is this?” Mom asked, her voice carried away by the wind whipping her hair out of its bun.

“I can read it,” I said. There were symbols bleeding all around town. They bled through the trees, the rooftops, softening and hardening like Amon’s painting.

“ I have a message I want you to deliver to my son .”

This was the message Amon’s mother wanted me to give to him. It was right here, written all over town. All I needed to do was trust in my magic.