Shadowglass

The rich scent of wind and thunder dizzied me, and I turned, reeling.

Icy blue eyes, shiny like gems. Gorgeous black hair tumbling on a perfect brow. Soft cheekbones, gentle red lips.

Andy’s sinister client, he of the ashen lashes and kill-you-cold glance.

Cute, except for that smell. That smell was beyond cute. It did things between my legs I thought you needed a shower head for. I wanted to squeeze my thighs together, rub my wings in his gilded hair and purr.

And he hadn’t even spoken. Usually it’s the sweet talk that gets me all gooey. Shoulda known Andy wouldn’t work for just some boring banker.

I swallowed, dry. Too much to hope I’d come up with something supercool to say. “Umm . . . Hi. Andy’s friend, right?”

“Andy needs more friends than he knows.” He shifted on his stool and gave a tiny smile. Perfect teeth, no fangs, no venom. Even better.

“Huh? I mean, yeah. You’re right. Can I get you another . . . What flavor’s that, lime? Sure. And one of mine, thanks.” I paid for the drinks, and Thunderboy didn’t stop me. Good sign or bad? I cataloged his perfect suit, his spotless nails, the golden rings glittering on his slender fingers as he rolled them over something rusty and round.

Andy’s loot? Curiosity heated my interest to sizzling. “What’s that you got there?”
“A mirror.” He slipped his old straw into the new drink.
“Doesn’t look l—Whoa. What happened to your hand, dude?”
“What?”
“Your hand. It’s like, burnt or something.”

“Oh.” He surveyed the mangled skin like he’d forgotten it, even though the weeping welt must’ve hurt like a bastard. He flexed his reddened fingers, and the burn paled and dried, shrinking to nothing. Gone. Just smooth white skin, flushed with blood. “Nothing, I think.”

Fluid stretched my wing membranes tight. Freaky. But sexy. My gaze dragged to the lickable glimpse of throat at his loosened collar. Another whiff of that amazing stormy scent dazzled me. I crossed one ankle over the other, squeezing my burning thighs together. Okay, that’s it, I’m yours. I don’t know what you are, and I really don’t care. I think I’ll climb on your lap and beg now, if you don’t mind.

He finished his drink with a slurp and spun on his stool to face me, black eyes drunk on something that may or may not have been me. “You smell nice. Come here.”

“Me?” The word slipped out before I could stop it, because my pulse squeezed my throat and popped it out. I darted a glance behind me, to make sure he wasn’t talking to Charlotte over my shoulder or something. Was this my lucky night or what? Maybe he was sparkly, or drunk. Or maybe he just hadn’t noticed how clumsy and stupid and tongue-tied I was. There had to be a catch.

“You.” He blinked, and the air between us shuddered, black with crawling hellcraft.

My will burned away like a mirage, and reckless desire flooded me. I clunked my empty glass back on the bar. He grasped my wrist with cold fingers and yanked me onto his lap.

I fluttered upward, settling myself, and his sudden explosive heat burst up through me like sunburn. Okay. Impressive. He was hard for something, all right. Might as well pretend it’s me.
I pressed down, enjoying the feel of him. My tiny skirt bunched tight at the tops of my thighs, and I tried to remember what kind of underwear I had on. Hopefully something sexy that wouldn’t get in the way. I bent closer to sniff him, flickering my wings lightly, and snowy ash swirled in my downdraft. God, his hair smelled fantastic, like burnt foliage after rain.

He slid shameless hands up my back to grasp the sensitive joints where my wings met my shoulders. Dirty boy. I gasped, giggling, and he pulled me down to him, his lips a burning inch from mine. His easy strength spiked shivering pleasure up my spine.

His delicious charcoal breath slid into my mouth. “You like this?”

“Uh-huh.” I liked it, all right. Desire spread desperate fingers inside me, and I flooded. Swelling throbbed in my wings, hot moisture flushed under my skin, hot water dripped from my hair to slide over my shoulders. My sex oozed heat, and now I was really making a mess on his lap.

Sudden fear clutched my guts with razor claws. I wanted us alone, sweaty, naked, and I knew nothing about him, not even his name. Fairy girls get hurt like this. They get raped and slashed and end up in the gutter bleeding. Good one, Apples. This is what happens when you forget your fear. “Umm . . . Is this where we exchange names?”

“If you think it’s important.” He flicked his tongue over my bottom lip, searing.

Thirst ravaged my throat. I shivered, and slid my arms around his neck, and his hair grew a couple of inches, flooding sky blue at the ends. Kinky. “I’m Apples…Well, Appolonnia.”

“Jinxx.” He kissed me, hard and black and sinful, and my mind glugged, as if water filled my braincase. The inside of his mouth was hot, his lips slick, his teeth sharp and salty. His tongue chased mine, wrapped, tugged. I drank him, tension dragging a sharp ache from my sex. Oh, yes. Don’t wake me up just yet. . . .

Hang on. What did he say?

Belated shock spiked me, and I broke off, my nipples tweaking hard. “You don’t mean . . . the Jinxx? As in, demon-lord-more-money-than-god-send-my-skanky-ass-to-hell-if-I-piss-you-off Jinxx?”

He sniffed my breasts, his tongue hungry on my wet top. “Changed your mind, strawberry girl?”

My nerves twitched to wriggle off him and run. I knew he’d compelled me. I knew I didn’t normally act like this. My common sense smothered me, cloggy like glue, and for a moment I inhaled it and choked for air. But my instinct for fun squirmed like a wet worm to be free, and longing bubbled inside me, melting my ice-walled fear.

A sexy, powerful demon didn’t pick me up every day. No one picked me up most of the time, and part of me wanted everyone to see this. I wanted to show Charlotte she wasn’t the only one who attracted classy guys. I wanted Ashley to see I didn’t live for his sparkle-drenched come-ons, and I wanted Andy to know that just because I wasn’t good enough for him didn’t mean everyone else thought I was a waste of space.

And Jinxx was a gang lord from hell, not a fairyslasher or a murderer. So long as I kept my mouth shut and didn’t do anything stupid, everything would be okay. Right?

Besides, if I didn’t get laid soon, I’d probably melt.

“Change my mind? No way, beautiful.” I fluttered and slid my hands underneath me to get at him. No one would mind if we screwed right here. Enough people were doing it on the couches and the dance floor.

Besides, this guy owned the world. He could do whatever he wanted, and he wanted to do me.
My pulse surged, flattered, and my bruised heart swelled. So there, Andy. Tell me I’m not good enough now.

I parted damp black cloth, and his smooth hard flesh sizzled on my palm. I shivered, dripping all over with sweat and watery desire. Oh, yeah. Gimme that, hot and hard and deep.

But Jinxx dragged my hand away. “No. My turn. Tell me if you like it.” He wrapped one arm around my hips so I couldn’t move, and slid sharp fingers beneath my underwear.

His fingertip slid along my wet flesh, searching. Hot relief washed me, and sensation took root, spreading, intensifying into pleasure that worked through my muscles deep into my bones. I sighed, shifting to let him in. He stroked me, circling my entrance with a teasing finger-nail, and then unerringly found my most sensitive spot and tortured it.

I gasped at exquisite pressure, my flesh swelling hard under his touch. He caressed the perfect spot, so accurate, it was spooky. Sensation scalded like boiling water, so good, I groaned. He pressed harder, faster.

Tension coiled hard inside me, a sharp delicious ache that only hurt worse and felt better. I couldn’t breathe. I was trapped. My water gushed, soaking his clever hand to the wrist, and a too-abrupt orgasm crashed into my belly like a waterfall. I gasped and clutched at his hair, my wings jerking.

When the pressure subsided, I caught my breath with a sigh. Wow. That was . . . mechanical. Unpleasant. Humiliating. I wanted to do it again right away.

“Tell me if you liked it.” Jinxx tickled me with a sharp claw.

My muscles spasmed again, and I pushed his fingers away with a breathless giggle. I was so taking him home. “Gimme a moment. Why d’ya keep asking that? Bruised ego?”

He just stared, and crushed my hand in his, licking his lips. “Maybe she lied. Tell me.”

My happy heart deflated, just by a whisper. Did his girlfriend dump him? Did she fake it? Tell him he’s a shitty lover? Maybe he doesn’t really think I’m sexy. Maybe I’m just a revenge shag.

The idea gave me shivers all over again. Well, so’s he, kinda. And why the hell not? He’s attractive, willing, and talented. I’m horny. Who cares? Screw sensible, remember?

Let’s be reckless, whispered Ashley in my memory, and relief spiked hard that he hadn’t waited a few more hours to hit on me.

I swallowed, uncomfortable sympathy buzzing my blood. “If you’re asking if that felt good, honey, the answer’s fuck yes. Feel my pulse, I’m still shakin’ here. That ain’t vodka all over your hand. Whatever she told you, you’re a real hot shag, okay?”

“She said she liked it.” A crease tainted his handsome brow, and his hot black eyes clouded sky blue.

My pulse rippled. No, you don’t, cutie. Too late to back off now. No way are we losing this mood over some absent demon-tricking orgasm-faking screw-with-your-mind bitch. She isn’t here. I am.

I trailed suggestive fingers into his lap, where he’d by no means lost that impressive hard-on. I stroked, and he closed his eyes, ash dusting his pretty golden lashes. I leaned forward to whisper in his ear and flexed my legs around him, flicking out my wings in a puff of yellow dust so I wouldn’t fall. “Everything feels just fine to me. But maybe I’d better check you out properly just to make sure. Y’know, see where it fits and all. Make sure it tastes right.” I nuzzled his throat, his stormy scent breaking bumps out on my scalp. “Wanna go somewhere and give it a try? I promise not to fake it . . . if you’ll promise I won’t need to.”

Shiver. Did I just deal with a demon?

Too late. He fingered my nipple, teasing, stabbing anticipation deep into my body, and when he opened his eyes, they glinted black and hard once more. “You’ll tell me if you like it.”

He pinched, and pleasure spiked harder. I arched to press my breast into his hand, searching for more, delight and pride warming my skin along with desire. Appolonnia, you’ve done okay.

“Honey, if you do it right, you’ll hear all about it.”

Notes

As a pinky swear...I have another update for you all. Yay!!!! I hope you enjoy this chapter, it got a bit steamy whilst writing it haha. I will update again within the next few days for you because i actually still feel horrible for that 6month break i had from writing and being the most terrible author in the world....

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