He whispers against my lips, but I can't hear him over the roaring in my ears. Shadows swirl around us and stars burst within them. A shudder rolls through me when one of his piercings rubs against my clit. Ecstasy blooms within me, and flames lick through my veins as I tumble into oblivion.
Omen whispers words of encouragement in my ear as he slams into me, prolonging the sensations rolling through me. He pushes upright and his feet slam onto the floorboards. My legs fall from his waist, but he grips my hips, keeping me in place. I follow his gaze, which is locked on where we're joined. Another orgasm rises as I watch his cock disappearing into me.
I crash over the edge once more and swim through the euphoria. His shadows explode out of him and envelop us until all I make out is his red eyes blinking from the sudden darkness. It's so like the first time I met him, I jolt and squeeze around his cock. He groans, my name on his lips. Not little witch or some other pet name.Clarafalls from him like I'm his salvation from damnation, his light in the dark, his solace among the nightmares.
A tendril of smoke reaches for me and brushes against my skin, heating me from the inside out. Whether this is his magic or something else, I don't know. Nevertheless, it links us together, solidifying into more than mere mist and shadows. I close my eyes, finally feeling at peace.
Icross my arms as I stare at the summoning circle. Clara wasn't messing around when she said she sealed this thing. There's a sheen to the floor, preserving not only the chalk marks, but the scuffs littering the wood as well.
As my gaze brushes over the marks, I try to decipher where they came from. A scratch here, a gouge there. Some of them could have come from me. In the beginning, I wasn't very careful about my claws. They may be formed from shadows, but they're capable of a lot more than most would expect. More substantial than smoke, yet less than my actual claws. To someone like Clara, they’re as solid as I want them to be. To myself, they’re an echo of a sensation, more magic than physical touch.
A heavy sigh falls from my lips, and I drop my arms. I shouldn't be here. Ishouldbe tucked next to Clara with her in my arms. If she wakes up and I'm gone, she'll probably think the worst. Ever since the birds started chirping two hours ago,though, I've been thinking about this damn circle. Questions piled up until I couldn't take it anymore, and here I am.
“Omen?” Clara's sleepy voice washes over me, and an unbidden smile creeps over my face.
I hold out my arm and she slips underneath, tucking her body close to mine. The large black shirt she's wearing rides up her thighs, and I slip my hand underneath the fabric. I revel in the feel of her soft skin under my palm.
“You should be sleeping still,” I murmur.
She yawns, then rubs the tip of her nose on my chest. “I had to pee.”
“Charming, little witch,” I say softly, and she snorts.
“What are you doing?”
“Trying to figure out how Dimitri got here. Him being here isn't a big deal, but if someone else shows up…well, I can't guarantee they'll be friendly.”
She pulls back and gazes up at me. “Uh, Dimitri being here wasn't a big deal? Is that what we're going with? Because you practically threw him through a wall and then ordered me around in my own house.”
I roll my eyes, tugging her close once more. “I didn't say I handled it well. It just wasn't as big of a deal as I made it out to be. I wasn't thinking clearly.” I clear my throat. “However, the circle opened up an avenue through the void. Except it should have contained him here. Instead, he popped right into your bedroom.”
“And you're trying to figure out why?”
“Mhm.” I release her and drop into a crouch. My fingers brush over the lacquered surface. I let out a softohand snicker.
Clara drops next to me. “What? Did I do something wrong?”
“Just your shitty chalk work, little witch.” I point to my sigil. “See this line? It trails off at the curl like you dragged the chalkalong instead of picking it up. This allowed for others to channel the energy flowing from one dimension to another.”
She tilts her head this way and that before huffing. “Well, shit. How do we fix it?”
I sigh and push to my feet. “Can’t. Nothing we can do.”
I pivot and saunter into the kitchen. Clara stumbles after me as I fill the kettle for tea. She collapses onto the stool and I wonder if I could get her to go back to bed. We spent most of the day yesterday testing the limits of her bed frame. Then the floor. And the shower, though that last one didn't quite work out. Not being able to control my shadows didn't help. They kept knocking open the shower door, spraying water everywhere. It may have ended in laughter, but she needs a better shower if she wants to live out that particular fantasy.
She sighs as I set a steaming cup in front of her. “What do you mean, there's nothing we can do? I thought if I sealed it—I didn't mean to fuck it up.”
“You didn't fuck it up, Clara.” I lean against the counter, then straighten again when she lets out a giggle.
“My kitchen isn't exactly made for demons. I'd apologize, but I don't much feel like it.” Her snarkiness is broken by a yawn. “So, do I have to worry about random demons popping in? Because that could be disconcerting, to say the least.”
“I suppose it would be. Demons aren't being summoned often, though. Still doesn't make sense why Dimitri just showed up. Maybe you should get rid of the summoning circle,” I murmur.
Her head snaps up. “But that means you wouldn't be able to come back. Unless that's a subtle hint that you got what you wanted?—”
My shadows snap out and cover her mouth, cutting off her bullshit. “Would you like to try again?”
Her eyes narrow, then she nods, and I pull my shadows back. “You said if I got rid of the circle, then no one could come. So, if you want me to get rid of it, stands to reason you don't want to come back.”
