Shadowglass

I laid my cheek against the damp creamy sheet and let my arm dangle over the edge. My fingerpads trailed over pale carpet, my stolen diamonds glittering in golden downlights. Across the bedroom the window lay open, warm fruity breeze from some dark garden caressing my back. I tried to breathe slowly, but it hurt deep inside. My wings ached from too much water, and I let them drape over my back like limp cloth. My lips stung, abused. I licked them, bitter ash still fresh. A horrid taste, but I liked it.

I giggled, still drunk, weary pleasure echoing deep inside me. Screwed senseless by a demon lord. Wait till I tell Charlotte and Ashley. They’ll never believe it. I still don’t believe it.

Jinxx trailed a gentle finger down my spine, and my sated hormones rippled, still warm. Purr. If I rolled over, he’d kiss me, coax me, make me gasp again. Fatigue didn’t seem to be an issue, at least not for him. “Mmm. Honey, it’s gotta be five in the morning. Don’t you ever need sleep?”

“No.” He followed his finger with his lips, and I shivered as he kissed the small of my back and moved lower.

Okay, stupid question. Just another weird thing about him. The longer I stayed here, the more my skin wriggled underneath like a cold eel.

He’d kept his promise, at least. We’d done it in his car, up against the front door, and over the sofa in the lounge before we’d even made it to his bedroom. I’d lost count of how many times I’d come, and every time it happened, I disliked him a little more.

It wasn’t that he humiliated me, as some guys had. He wasn’t one of those people who beat up on fairies to make himself feel good. I’d asked him to use protection—you just never knew—and he hadn’t minded. But even when he came inside me, he was distant and calculating, like he wasn’t really there. Like he’d studied a book to learn what to do, how to feel.

He nuzzled my thighs apart, and licked. Mmm. Fresh fluid oozed from me, making my glands ache. His burning tongue slipped deeper. Squirmy pleasure glazed my senses, and my claws dug into the carpet. Sorry, honey, but your mystery girl’s right. Something’s wrong with you.

But what you’re doing sure feels good. I tucked my limp wings back and rolled over, flexing my tired thigh around his neck. He slid my folds apart with his fingers and delved his tongue inside me, and once again unease pounded my flesh even as my pleasure swelled under his skillful stroking.

Don’t be stupid, Apples. Just enjoy it, so you can feel good about yourself next time Andy brushes you off.

I closed my eyes to concentrate on the sensation. My flesh stung raw under his tongue, scraped clean with friction, my nerves sparking to life. He sucked me, just hard enough, and I whimpered at the rising cramp of delight in my belly. He did it exactly the same way as last time, like he’d memorized my every sigh, each twitch of my limbs.

Creepy. I grabbed his crisp coal hair, pulling him onto me, trying to make him shift, twist, change his angle, take his time, do it my way instead of the fastest way.

He just sucked my clit into his mouth and bit. Pleasure scraped me raw, each spasm wringing hard, but he didn’t let go. I gasped, my vision blurring. Damn it.

Dimly, I heard his phone ring, a gloomy church organ tone. He barely let me finish before he wriggled off me to pluck the handset from the floor. He glared at the screen, black eyes shining, and sighed as he picked up. “Simon.”

Downlights gloated over his perfect skin as he leaned on one elbow, golden light teasing his elegant flank. I panted, damp and sore. I wanted to touch him, run my fingers along that smooth thigh, taste the curve of his back. He’d only repeat himself again. It didn’t stop me wanting it.

He rolled onto his back, charcoal pigmented hair tumbling on the sheets. His body shone, sweat glistening on perfectly proportioned muscles. No scars. No blemishes. Eerily beautiful, this demon lord.

You could fall for him too easily. Whoever this girl of his was, I hoped for her sake she’d gotten out in time. “Not until I get there, Simon. Can you contain yourself until then?”

Wow. My very own brush with celebrity. Simon Cruz on the phone, Peter's boss, the scariest vampire in London after Angelo Parente. I flopped onto the pillow, my limbs weak and watery. Jinxx didn’t sound pissed off. Not even mildly miffed that we’d been interrupted. Just exasperated that the caller wasn’t someone more interesting.

He truly had no clue. No wonder his girlfriend gave up on him.

Sympathy twinged, and the urge to sit him down and explain tickled my spine. But how do you explain emotion or sentiment to someone who has none?

An evil little grin curled his rosy lips. “Good. I like it when Parentes bleed. Oh, and call Victor Fauntes get him to clean up the mess. Tell him I said I’m not sorry.” And he hung up, and dropped the phone to the floor.

I stretched, still uncomfortably pleasured. “Kids not playing nice?”

He rose, tossing his hair into place, and flicked me an empty black glance. “Don’t steal anything.” And he padded across creamy carpet to the bathroom.

Water rushed, flooding the room with steam’s sweet scent. Disappointment washed my skin with cool bumps. I’d hoped he’d at least fuck me again before he left. Briefly I considered creeping into the shower with him, and my nerves tingled. All that hot water gushing over me, running his scent over my skin, splashing my wings and flooding in my hair as I knelt and nibbled his thigh and slid him into my mouth, all charcoal and ashen sweat and smooth hard flesh . . .

My taste buds twinged, and reluctantly I swallowed greedy spit. Best not to push my luck with a guy who can send me to hell with one soft golden blink.

I clambered off the bed, my joints creaking, and flicked my wings open to dry them as I wiped myself clean on the sheet. The soft linen scoured the tender flesh between my legs, and I winced and gave up.

I couldn’t see my skirt and tank top, and I wandered naked into the dawn-lit lounge before I found them, little blue pools on the floor beside his crumpled white shirt. Pink stains still showed, crusty now. I shook the creases out and dragged the clothes back on over damp skin, tugging the straps around my wings and fastening them tight. My underwear wasn’t in evidence. Waste of space anyway.

I glanced around, thieves’ habit. Didn’t take much notice the first time, what with his tongue wrapped on mine and his hand up my skirt and all. Don’t steal anything, he said. Hah. Like I’d want any of this stuff. Big modern town house, expensive white furniture, dull oil paintings, a vase or two. Vast creamy walls that made me long for spray paint. Gleaming wooden floor great for skidding on. Nice big TV for Ashley to smash.

Jinxx might have a sinister reputation, but his house was dead boring. Wherever he kept his golden demon treasure and screaming minions and rusty hellcursed loot, it wasn’t here.

My bag puddled on the floor, and I slung the strap over my head, checking to make sure my phone hadn’t fallen out. A drunken text from Ash. YUFR MIZLE DRIPT! IIEEE!! I kept it, to taunt him with later. Another from Charlotte, neat and sober, an address in the city. She always does that, in case she doesn’t come back. And I’m supposed to be the sensible one. I don’t even know what suburb I’m in. The old fear twinged my nerves, and I stamped on it. He hadn’t hurt me yet. I’d find my way home, right? I’d be okay.

Swiftly I retrieved Jinxx’s silken jacket from the couch, his stormy scent an unpleasantly pleasant memory. I felt the pockets for cash, and my claws scraped rusty metal.

Andy’s score.

Curiosity spidered over my skin, and with a swift glance over my shoulder, I tugged the sphere out.

Warm velvet steel tingled my palm. It curved seductively, the ridges sharp and tantalizing. I tilted it to the light, and something tumbled inside, like a squidgy and fascinating creature lived in there.

Ooh. A toy. My skin tingled, covetous.

“Hello, squidgy thing.” I rolled it in my palm, delight twitching my wings. The thing inside wriggled again, tickling me, and I swear it giggled as the sphere lurched and spilled from my hand.

My heart tilted. I scrabbled wildly for it, and sharp iron petals scythed open in my palm.

Inside, gripped tight by tiny metal claws, a mirror gleamed. Silvery and perfect. Shiny.

I stared. The metal hummed seductively in my hand. My pulse bubbled, and something hot and slick, reminiscent of Jinxx’s tongue, stroked between my legs, pleasuring me. Mmm. Did I mention shiny was my weakness?

I wanted to look. I had to look. My nerves squirmed, and I sniffed over my shoulder once more. Ashen steam, the thick smell of sex and wet demon flesh. Jinxx was still in the shower. No one would ever know.

Stealthy, I craned my neck forward and peeked inside.

My big amber eye stared back at me, magnified. I blinked, and the big eye blinked, too, ash flecks huge and fluffy on my inflated lashes. I tilted the glass, and there was my nose, even huger and sharper and more crooked than in real life.

I giggled. Soft metallic laughter rippled around the room in response, and warm invisible fingers tickled the back of my neck.

“Whoa.” I squinted, suspicious, but the mirror remained silent.

Curiosity and envy scratched inside me like sandpaper. Such a pretty thing. And so peculiar. Ohh, couldn’t I just . . . ?

The thought hung in the air like a seductive scent. Behind me, rushing water ceased. I hesitated, itching.

Stay here, Jinxx finds me going through his stuff and magicks me into a hellspawned newt. Or swipe the pretty shiny thing and run before he knows it’s gone.

Common sense cleared its stern throat at me. Apples, are you crazy? Jinxx paid Andy to steal this, and Andy doesn’t work cheap. It’s important, whatever it is. Jinxx’ll come after you, and he’ll make hellspawned newt seem like chocolate ice cream.

I shivered, and started to put the hideous thing down.

—Take me.— That seductive whisper again, heady with the smell of iron.

I halted.

—Take me, Appolonia. I’m only small. He’ll never know. Be my friend?— The glass winked at me, bright and precious in golden downlights, and irrational longing pierced my heart like a blade.

Just a shiny of no importance. Jinxx can get his own. This one’s mine.

My heart warmed. After tonight, I’d earned it.

And what harm ever came from something shiny?

I squeezed, and the iron petals snapped shut, seamless. Already I mourned the lost shimmer of glass. I patted the sphere carefully and stuffed it into my bag. “Bye, squidgy. See you soon.”

And I ran, jumped, and skidded on bare feet across the mahogany floor toward the door.

Notes

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