Page 12 of Corrupt Shadows

I expected her to run, to panic and scream. Instead, she stepped closer and latched those big brown eyes onto mine. If it isn’t enough that she wasn’t afraid, she touched the mirror, curiosity wrinkling her forehead when her fingers moved through it.

The witch may have covered the only mirror I can use as a portal to enter her world, but it’s no matter. I can’t use it as a portal until I create an attachment with her anyway. She’s the last of the Fallenmoore witches, and the only way I can have a foothold in the Human Realm is to wear her down, then force her to use her magic.

Tonight, I watched her again through her bedroom mirror. While she didn’t fear me, everyone is afraid of something. I just have to find the key to hers. Although, Aiden has been somewhat useful. I know she’s terrified of the Order. That much is apparent by how she hid from him for her shift.

The night lightens a shade outside of her drapes, and I grip the mirror’s frame in her Shadow Realm bedroom, staring as she sleeps. She slides her fingers along her neck, as if she can somehow sense my presence.

I spot several empty bottles of pills on her nightstand. I’m certain she’s using them to keep her magic suppressed. She’s scared of her own power, but she shouldn’t be. I can sense her shadows from here. They call out to me. I must set them free if my plan is to work.

I send my consciousness into hers as she dreams. This time, instead of controlling her dream, I watch from the shadows. The sensation of slipping into another’s mind is euphoric, and my body shudders with pleasure every time.

Chuckling darkly, I realize Evie is dreaming of the mirror.

Curiosity mixed with fear emanates from her as she stands in front of her family’s antique, wearing pajama shorts raked so high, I can see the curve of her ass cheeks.

A throb pulses through my shaft and I shift my stance. As I tilt my head, preparing to manipulate her dream, my likeness appears, standing menacingly on the other side of the reflective surface.

I smirk, pleased with her detailed remembrance of me. My tattoo sleeves seem to ripple as my double grips the mirror frame, leaning only his upper body into the Human Realm.

She gasps, a hand flying to cover her mouth. Instead of running on instinct, she freezes in place. Evie’s dream version of me drops his arms and takes one large step out of the mirror.

I don’t need to fuck with her nightmares. She’s already thinking about me, remembering our encounter.

My dream twin is now a hair’s breadth away from her, instead of several feet. I watch, steely eyed, waiting to see what she does next. I examine her every movement, looking for any sign of fear, but she doesn’t seem afraid, just like last time. Instead, she’s curious, as if the darkness is beckoning her instead of repulsing her.

Fascinating.

I sit on the couch and sprawl my legs wide, seeing where her dreams take her. I don’t mind being a visitor if this is what her mind comes up with.

I only wish I had popcorn.

My dream twin and the witch stand directly in front of me, the tension between them so thick, I can almost taste it. If I weren’t so intent on seeing what is in her subconscious, I would take my likeness’s place. After all, the subconscious is where humans find their darkest fears and desires are materialized.

I allow the dream to play out naturally. The wrinkle between my brow deepens as he lifts a hand, circles her throat, and squeezes lightly. I wait for her to run, but instead, lust roars to life in her eyes. Her entire body trembles as if the possibility of death is the most exquisite foreplay. His masked face gives off an air of menace and displays the sinister smile on his lips as if it were mine.

She wants this, craves it even.

My eyes bulge when they attack each other greedily, giving into the pull of their arousal. She was supposed to be afraid of me, not want to fuck me. The muscles in my forearms tighten, the tendons jumping under my skin as I clench my hands into fists. Part of me is jealous of their intimate encounter.

My brows raise as I watch her tear off her tiny shorts, revealing her round, perfect ass. Then she makes quick work of her tank top. Her full tits bounce free, her nipples hard as she watches my twin finish undressing. I take in every inch of her beautiful body and think about gripping those hips and bending her over.

My double wastes no time as he lifts her by the ass cheeks and impales her on his cock. I groan with them as her needy cunt swallows his length. Their bodies slap together as he increases his pace. Evie’s so wet, it runs down her thighs and onto his balls.

I reach down and adjust my cock through my slacks, the pressure from my epic hard-on painful as it’s trapped behind my fly. I watch with rapt attention as he bounces her on his length. My claws extend and stab into the fabric of the couch, pure lust overwhelming my senses. The sounds of their joining are so fucking hot, I nearly come without touching myself.

I still can’t believe she’s dreaming of me after only seeing me once.

I’m embedded in her subconscious, a physical form so she can play out what she truly craves: danger.

Humans never fail to surprise me, especially this one. God likes to think humans are beautiful, but really, they’re just as fucked up as us demons. It’s a good thing they are, or else I’d have no entertainment.

The other demons in my realm swarm closer but stay outside the apartment. I sense them like a vibration thrumming through the room.

Evie moans and bites my double’s shoulder. Her eyes shut as she deepens the bite. A rivulet of his blood skates down his bicep and drips onto her chest. His longing permeates the air—the combination of pleasure and pain too euphoric for him to hold back his appreciative sounds for her.

My lips curve into a smirk as a shadow forms and presses her backward, causing her back to arch. My double bends forward to lick the blood trail from her soft skin, grazing her with his razor-sharp teeth.

I bite my lip as her half scream, half whimper pierces my ears. “Oh, oh my God. Fuuuuck.”

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