Sorren
Play it cool, man. Don’t jump on Eva the moment she gets home.
The last few hours have felt like a lifetime.
I paced back and forth for a while. I tried my best to convince her to stay here with me instead of going to the coven meeting, but she wanted answers. Who am I to stop her from getting them?
I sit and stretch my arms out on the back of the couch. I cross my legs and rest my ankle on my knee, trying to look casual. It feels forced, so I drop my foot next to the other. That feels weird too. I stand next to the fire and prop my elbow up on the mantle.
I am such an idiot.
I give up trying to look relaxed and go get a glass of water from the kitchen.
“Sorren?” Eva calls from the front door. Relief washes over me. She’s back.
“I’m in here!” I reply and dry off my sweaty hands on my pants.
The ripples of her magick enter just before she does. “How was the meeting?” I ask.
“They told us what happened.” Eva tells me the whole story.
I take it in, absorbing the news. She wrings her hands and shifts from side to side while telling me the gory details.
She takes a deep breath after catching me up. She’s hurting, the truth about the past of her coven has deeply upset her.
“Sorren, I am so sorry. I can’t—”
“You have nothing to apologize for!” I cut her off before she can continue.
She looks tortured enough already; she doesn’t need to feel responsible for the evil actions of others. “You don’t hate me? Us?” She’s more vulnerable than I’ve ever seen her.
“I don’t think it’s possible for me to hate you.”
She takes a step closer, and I go the rest of the way.
Excitement races through every cell in my body, practically vibrating with need.
Her deep green irises disappear behind rapidly dilating eyes.
Instinct takes over and I tilt her chin up, so I am all she sees.
When her lips touch mine my cock pulses to life, rubbing against my clothes, desperately wanting to be free.
Eva grabs me hard, pulling me to her. As if I would ever leave. I slip my tongue against the seam of her lips, and she opens her mouth, urging me on. My teeth ache to bite her, to mark her.
I reach down and grab her delicious ass and pull her up. Her ankles lock behind my back, and I climb the stairs as fast as my demon legs have ever moved.
“Your bed or mine?” I ask between licking and sucking on her neck.
“Mine.” She shudders against me.
Eva unhooks her ankles, and I lower her to the ground, instantly missing the feel of her against my body.
Her sweater is off and in a heap on the ground in a flash. My mouth waters at the sight of her skin and crisp white bra.
I match her and throw my shirt next to hers.
Eva runs her hands over my chest, sending goosebumps everywhere.
“What’s this mean?” She traces the ancient letters tattooed across my chest.
“It means I belong to Eva.” I hold her hand over my heart. Dammit. This witch does own me, she just doesn’t realize it yet. Shadows in the corners of the room creep forward, stretching toward us. I shake my head, my eyes playing tricks on me.
“I want to know,” she says, kissing her way along the black letters.
“Verweile doch. It means ‘linger yet.’ A phrase that must never be spoken by mortals as it damns their soul,” I explain.
“There once was a story of a man who bargained his soul for one perfect moment. The kind of moment a person would surrender everything to keep. All he had to do was say the words. One moment for a soul.”
“Is it true?” she asks, her eyes wide with curiosity.
“Faust is the only one who dared to try.”
Black shadows working their way up the wall beside us catch her eye. “What is that?” They dissolve into nothing at her comment. As a creature of the underworld, I am no stranger to the shadows.
“I think we’ve watched Ghost one time too many.” I yank at the top button of her jeans and slide them down her hips.
She pulls at my belt and whips it free of the loops on my slacks. The leather cracks the air at the end from the quick movement.
Unable to take the feeling of my erection pushing against my underwear anymore, I hook my fingers in the waistband and drop them to the floor. Her eyes linger down below as it springs free.
She saunters to the bed. Eva bends and reaches for the blankets to pull them back. I’m behind her, grinding my hips against hers from the back, my hands on the small of her waist, my dick rubbing between her perfect thighs.
I kiss down her back, each vertebrae getting special attention from my lips and tongue. I want to taste every part of her.
Eva turns to face me, her lips already red and swollen. She pulls me down and blows my mind with another kiss. Her feel, her touch, it’s all absolutely perfect. This must be what heaven feels like.
My mind is spinning, unable to hold onto any thread of reality. The next thing I know we are on her bed, me above her as Eva’s nails dig into my shoulders. I push my length through her dripping pussy and rub the head around her clit, the teasing motion driving us both crazy.
“Sorren. Please.” She lifts her hips, begging.
“Ask me again. Beg for my cock.” I drag myself over her pulsing clit.
The muscles in her stomach clench and she writhes. “Sorren, please. I need you.”
Drawing out the pleasure is a losing battle. I push into her heat, her wet cunt taking every inch of me. My eyes fly to hers when she whimpers, searching for a sign of pain.
“More. Don’t stop.”
The delicate skin of her neck calls to me, I suck at it and pull it into my mouth, the feel of her pulse against my tongue driving me insane.
I drag out of her with a hiss and plunge back in, needing to feel connected to her.
A feeling of absolute evil takes me over, a dark desire I’ve never felt before.
I pump into her with quick short movements, then go as deep as I can.
I want her completely outstretched, open for me in every way.
The shadows that extended minutes ago spread out on the bed.
Two wrap thick cords around her ankles and pull them outward.
“What is that?” she asks, but as she stretches her neck to look down, the shadows snap back, releasing her legs.
I turn her face toward mine and kiss her, needing her attention on me.
I move in and out again, starting slowly and speeding up until her hips lift up to meet mine with every thrust. On my knees between her legs, I lift her hips into the air and fuck the witch that has stolen my body and soul.
Another shadow wraps itself around her waist holding her up. What the—? It dissipates into nothing.
Wait, I’m controlling the shadows?
I test my theory, thinking about touching her breasts. A shadow wraps itself around her peaked nipple and gently tugs. Eva moans and arches her back for more. Her eyes go wide when she realizes it's a shadow and not my hand.
“Sorren!” She shrieks and scrambles backward.
“No, no, don’t be afraid. They’re my shadows.
Look.” I will them to move around the room with my mind.
They expand and contract before completely disappearing.
I don’t know which one of us is more surprised.
I’ll figure out the extent of my new power later, but right now there are more important things to attend to.
In one fluid movement, I flip her over onto her knees and push back into her. A pillow muffles her groans, and I rip it out from under her.
“I want to hear you.”
“Fuck, Sorren. Fuck me.”
My hips quicken, and I’m so completely lost in the moment that I miss the chance to slow down and pull out to make this last forever.
I grab her by the neck and drive into her.
The feeling of her soft cunt around me is too much.
I direct the shadow to snake around her body and strum against her clit until her whimpering breaths turn into my name.
Her pussy squeezes my cock as she climaxes, and I lose control.
I come in the most powerful orgasm I’ve ever experienced, sending the room into complete darkness.
I crash into the bed next to Eva and pull her to me.
She fits like she was always meant to be there.
For once, I’m completely at peace, all the weight of the underworld I’ve been carrying evaporates.
Eva’s breathing deepens, so I close my eyes and follow her into a deep, happy, and contented sleep.
“Jeff is missing,” Malachi whispers the following morning, looking around to see if anyone is in earshot.
This isn’t totally unexpected. Jeff typically pouts for a while after he clashes with the Board. He’ll sulk in his cubicle, and then after a few days, things will get back to normal.
“He’s probably just licking his wounds. Give him some time, and he’ll get back to work.
” I’m distracted and not in the mood to deal with the same bullshit that has been going on for years.
Eva is in the garden, humming away while clipping back her lavender.
She sweeps her hair to the side, and I see a blue and purple mark on her neck, a reminder of how incredibly hot last night was.
I direct a shadow to her and drag it along her exposed neck.
She shutters against the touch and looks back at me with a glint in her eye.
It winds down her arm and curls between each finger.
Eva holds out her hand, watching the shadows play.
“I don’t think so. His spawn have been skulking around looking for him. He never went home last night,” Malachi says conspiratorially, bringing my attention back to work.
“I bet he’s throwing old bones into the pits of fire. Let the guy blow off some steam, and he’ll show up.” I dismiss the feeling that this could be something worse than before.
“Sorren, things are tense down here. We had a system failure late last night. Everyone freaked out. Jeff has never let that happen before.”
Malachi is getting worked up. He’s now pacing back and forth in his office. His tail flips like a whip behind him. He fiddles with the black skull ring on his right hand.
“Kai, it’s all going to blow over. Reassure the Board that the issue has been resolved.
The system failure is over, right? Who fixed it?
Give them some kudos in a press release without saying anything specific.
” Oftentimes the impression that everything is fine and running as it should is enough to move on.
My father had his fair share of emergencies, and no one was ever the wiser.
He handled it with a calm confidence that no one dared to question.
“That’s the weird part! It just went away. Before anyone could lock down the system, it was back up and running.” He rakes his hand between his horns. “It’s fine, I’ll figure it out. Anyway, how are things up there?”
“There’s been an interesting development,” I say quietly. I’m not sure how Eva would react to hearing me discuss the shadow situation given the context of when it showed up. “I’ve manifested a new power.”
“What? Talk about burying the lead! What is it?”
“I can control shadows now. It just started a few hours ago. Something about Eva brought it out of me.”
“I’d be careful if I were you,” Malachi says, his voice full of concern.
“Everything is fine. Better than fine.” My attention is pulled back to Eva, who has given up on her plants and is now sitting cross-legged while teasing Catrick Swayze with a dry leaf.
A gentle breeze blows her hair back. She smiles when we make eye contact.
Eva bites her lower lip and beckons me to join her outside.
“Gotta go. Good luck. Let me know how it works out.” I blow out the candles and go to Eva.
Down on the ground next to her, I put my nose in her neck and inhale her scent. She smells like lavender with a hint of coffee from working this morning at the café. “You smell incredible.”
“How’s work?” She asks, kissing my earlobe, drawing my earring into her mouth and gently tugging it. I’m hard again and wondering if any neighbors would see us if I fucked her right now.
“It doesn’t matter,” I growl, as she palms my shaft from outside my sweatpants.
“It sounded important,” she says, slipping her hand under my waistband.
“Kai’s got it handled.”
Her hand moves up and down my cock, drawing my foreskin back.
I need to get my hands on her. My fingers trail up her smooth leg to her inner thigh under her dress.
“Excuse me, Miss. Where are your panties?” I ask, parting her and inserting two fingers inside her wet pussy.
Her hand stalls from the intrusion, and her legs fall farther open. Eva’s hips shift back and forth, stoking the fire inside me.
“Do you want me to take you right here? Let the neighbors know who you belong to now?” A shadow extends from under a tree in the corner of the yard and slinks up her leg.
“You’re so fucking evil.” She’s gasping for breath as my fingers move in and out of her.
I groan, “Oh fuck, Eva. I love it when you talk dirty.” I climb on top of her, her legs cradle my hips. A perfect fit. I was made for this witch.
“I promised my mom I’d work on some spells tonight.” She exhales loudly while grinding against me.
“I can make it quick.” It’s a lie. I want to spend what’s left of the day inside of her. I want to live right here between her thighs for the rest of my unnatural life.
“I’m already late.”
“She can wait.” I kiss down her throat and nudge the top of her dress down, exposing her pebbled nipples.
“If I’m too late, she might show up here.” She clings to my head, holding me to her breast.
“Good, I’d love to meet her.”
“Still not a good idea.” She lets go and wiggles her way out from under me.
Eva stands up, straightens her rumpled dress and shakes the leaves out of her hair. “When I get back, we’ll take care of that.” She points to my erection stretching my pants. “Keep working on the shadow magick!”
She flashes a mischievous grin before flitting into the house and yelling ‘bye’ from the window, leaving me sitting in the middle of her yard with a raging boner.
I head up the stairs and into the bathroom.
I crank the water as hot as it will go, and when the bathroom fills with steam I drop my clothes and step in.
My dick is throbbing and stiff, and I think of Eva under me, panting and moaning.
Shadows curl around my cock reflexively.
I focus the strokes around the head of my dick, remembering how tightly she squeezed me.
It’s her hand and her mouth, not my shadows.
Instead of my moans, she’s begging me for more.
Harder. Harder, Sorren, don’t stop. In my mind, shadows spread her legs wide open and another runs down her ass, between her cheeks, grazing the tight ring of muscles.
An orgasm rips violently through my entire body; ropes of cum paint the shower walls.
It’s not enough. Nothing else will ever be enough.