Page 38 of Claimed By Fangs and Darkness
The way Kylo stood above me, arms crossed, only added to his air of authority. He was right, and he knew it. He knewme.
And deeply, truly knowing me provided me a far greater sense of safety than his hand around my throat.
“My shadows are going to play with you while I catch up on some correspondence. You need to rest your witchy powers for tonight.”
My eyes rounded, incredulous. The shadow slithered out of my mouth. “What?—”
I couldn’t even finish the thought before my bondage became tools for both pleasure and pain. I gasped, a shadow already playing with my clit and robbing me of my ability to form words. The low vibrations became stronger as another shadow eased inside me. Others played with my breasts. Grass tickled my cheeks as I lay helpless, overwhelmed with pleasure and sensation.
Kylo watched for a moment longer, adding to my humiliation, my depraved undoing.
Then he simply pulled out a small leather journal from his back pocket, turning his attention to the magickal notes delivered from across the city, or perhaps across the realm.
He had many of these magickal linked journals, but I’d come to learn that this smaller one acted as a hub for all important messages. I wasn’t sure whether Princeton had expanded upon this technology or if it came from elsewhere.
The shadow angled inside me, hitting a spot that turned off my ability to think. Thank the gods Kylo’s backyard was incredibly private, obscured by tall trees and fencing, not to mention wards.
Even still, I felt exposed and degraded, intensity rolling through me in delirious waves. It was like being touched, used, tormented by too many hands to count. The darkness itself was having its way with me.
Kylo’s shadows knew me and my hidden depths just as well as he did.
“Oh, gods,” I moaned.
“Come,” Kylo commanded without even looking up from the page. “Now.”
It was only when I began to shake uncontrollably, the shadows pulling my first orgasm, that I met Kylo’s hooded, pleased gaze. He was able to praise me without words, filling my stomach with warmth before returning his careful attention back to the journal.
“I want to hear you sucking on that shadow as if you were gagging on my cock, angel,” Kylo said.
The filthy words reached me in my puddle of satisfaction. I took his shadow deep inside my throat.
I wished it were Kylo instead.
“Same.”
My eyes flew open. At my muffled speech, the shadow retracted.
“Did you just read my thoughts?” I asked, horrified.
Kylo peeled his eyes off the page, confusion passing over his features. He stared at my mouth—the mouth that had obviously been preoccupied.
“Well, that’s new,” he said. “I heard you whisper it.”
The shadows had paused their meticulous assault. “It’s them,” I said. “Our shadows.”
“Hot,” Kylo said. His eyes moved back to the words on the page.
My mouth fell open.
“Come again, angel. I’m not releasing you until you've had at least three orgasms. No more thinking—your thoughts will still be there, waiting for you.”
“But—”
A shadow tightened over my mouth. Another caressed my hair. Was he really not concerned at all that our shadows were speaking to each other? That they were spilling our secrets?
But he wasn’t. Kylo wasn’t fazed at all. As if he no longer had anything to hide.
If anything, he merely looked delighted, reveling in the idea that we were bound together in yet another way. By blood and now by shadow.
