“Look at us,” she whispered from her knees as one of the shadows dragged beneath my chin—a finger commanding attention.
The grip of her drenching pussy, the feel of her resistance as I pulled her hair and grabbed her hip, the shadow at my back… I knew where this was going, and as another shadow tickled my balls, my ass, I yanked her head back until she was forced to stare at the ceiling, and I relaxed for her.
The cool umbra filled me as I filled her, and I released a singing hiss of surrender at the sensation. I could have stopped her at any moment, thrown her back into the mirror she wanted me to look into or killed her with the fire poker within my reach. But fucking hell… this had me on an edge I couldn’t help but ride.
One glance in the mirror nearly undid me. Her mouth was open, her body moving with every deepened thrust of my cock inside her, breasts bouncing, the red scratches on her chest and the bright pink of her spanked ass, the shadows curled all around us—including the one sliding slowly in and out of me.
Her devious chuckle filled my ears as she pulled the hand I had on her hip to between her thighs.
“You like my shadows, hunter?” she cooed. “You like the way they fill you up, don’t you?”
My thumb rolled over her clit before I pinched it between my fingers. She gasped and groaned at the sensation, her fist rocking into the floor, and the shadow behind me pulled out and slammed inside me. I cried out, thrusting harder into her as I fought release. My balls tightened with her torture, and another shadow came to tickle my sensitive skin.
Those shadowed fingers curled around my chin and pulled my head toward it—a duplicate silhouette of Mary hugged my back. This was the creature filling me, torturing me. Its coolness swarmed my mouth, a shadowed tongue slipping inside my mouth. My cock twitched inside Mary, and the shadow shoved me forward. Mary was smiling again. I wondered if she could feel what her shadow was doing to me.
“Fuck, Mary,” I moaned with every thrust of the other and her pussy tightening. I was at the precipice of release, teetering on the very edge.
“Mary, I need to—”
Her shadow licked my face and turned my head toward the mirror again. Mary pushed off her hands and arched so that I could hold my hands on her bouncing breasts.
“Almost, hunter,” she moaned. “Fuck, right there.Yes.”
Her face scrunched as I pinched her nipples, desperate to feel her come around me as she’d done before. I needed this before I lost control.
A few more thrusts and every muscle in me strained. Sweat beaded off my forehead. The veins in my arms nearly cracked out of my skin.
Mary came with a scream, and I wholly subdued inside her. I spilled over, emptying myself inside her wicked cunt. Her shadow slipped out of me. I slumped over her, my body giving out, and once more, Mary laughed.
“Mine,” she cooed, her hand running through my hair. “Go ahead, hunter. Say you’ll keep me.”
CHAPTER TEN - DAMON
IT TOOK ME a few moments to realize what she’d said.
I could see the night lightening through the bay window behind her mirror and knew we didn’t have long. Turmoil rattled my stomach as I pulled out of her arms and stood to put my pants on.
Keep her.
I couldn’t. No matter how she’d made me feel, I could never keep her.
I saw her stand out the corner of my eye as I buckled my pants. My movements slowed as I watched her, waiting on her to make her move to either kill me or try to run. But she didn’t have much time with the sun being so close to the horizon.
“What will it be, hunter?” she asked.
Candlelight flickered off something in her hand. I reacted before she had a chance.
I twisted, pulling my knife from my pocket, and I launched in her direction just as she lunged toward me. A struggle ensued. She writhed in my grasp, her nails turning into talons. They scratched my skin open, making me cry out, but I threw her across the desk and thrust my knife to her throat.
“Give me a reason not to be rid of you for good,” I said in a strained voice.
A grin appeared on her lips. “Because you’re having too much fun,” she said, those differently shaded carmine eyes pouring through me. “You want this… you wantme, and you want me too much to kill me.” She leaned in, her tongue licking my ear as she whispered, “Break the glass. I’ll be your good little pet during the day, but at night, you’ll be mine.”
Her nails scratched down my throat, raising my skin beneath the red welt.
“The moment I set you free, you’ll run away or kill me,” I said.
“I could kill you now if I wanted,” she affirmed. “But why would I when I could watch you chase after me instead. Again and again and again.”
