Shadowglass

Feather-light kisses dusted the small of my back, and I groaned in deliciousness, rubbing my cheek into the soft pillow. I’m naked in his bed, and he’ll kiss me all over with that sinful silver-blue mouth, kiss me until my wing tips curl and my nipples spring tight and my legs melt like hot caramel, and then he’ll climb onto my back and slide inside me, deep and slow, and he’ll crush my fingers on the sheet and lick between my wing joints while we make love.

Gentle pleasure built and broke in my belly, and I shuddered and groaned in delight.

Naughty fingers yanked knots into my hair. I snapped awake, warm honey sensation slipping away. Red sparks showered onto my pillow from a low giggle, and the smell of matches tickled my nose.

Did I just come in my sleep? Damn it. I sighed, burying my face in iron-scented warmth, but too late. Hot midday sunlight cracked between my eyelids, and the dream broke. “Get lost, Ashley.
I’m asleep.”

“I’m bored. Wake up.” The mattress dipped, and curious claws scratched at my knuckles. “What’s this?”

Warning clanged. My squidgy. Mine.

I jerked up and tugged the sweaty sheet around me, pulling the squidgy away. “Mine. You can’t see it. Get your own.”

He grinned, sleepy-eyed, scarlet hair sticky in the heat. Still dressed in skin-tight leather and pirate velvet, only he smelled
—He’s cute,— the squidgy observed helpfully.

I squinted. “Where you been, naughty boy?”

“Damned if I know. I woke up beside my clothes in an elevator, there’s chocolate in my hair, and my dick hurts. Musta had a good night.”

He ruffled his sparking hair, and the squidgy giggled. —Ooh, he’s really cute.—

I giggled, too. Squidgy’s a girl after all. “You’re such a whore, Ash.”

“Someone’s gotta do it. You stink. Where’ve you been?”

Nowhere. Doesn’t matter. It’s boring. You wouldn’t be interested.

The cowardly words floated on my lips, but the sleepy mirror clicked its tongue at me.—Why are you ashamed? Be proud. Tell the truth. You really care what people think?—
Right. Yeah. Of course not. I fluffed my bedraggled hair, noble. “Why, with a demon lord, since you ask.”

The squidgy laughed, and warm pleasure spread in my blood, unexpected. So that’s what truth feels like.

Ashley laughed, and smacked a kiss on my cheek. “No shit. How was it?”

His lips felt strange, soft and sugary, not burnt like Jinxx’s or rusted and mysterious like my dream lover’s. I grinned. “Weird. Excruciating. I came about eight times. Wanna know how we did it?”

Ashley winked, and slunk crafty white fingers across my hip toward the mirror. “So was it twue wuv? Didya get his phone number?”

I squirmed away, and he followed, burrowing after me under the quilt in a flurry of crimson wings. He rubbed his head on my shoulder like a cat in our warm rainbow-stained shelter, and I giggled. “No. But I did get this.”

I held it up and squeezed, and the petals sprang open. My mirror glinted at me, and I grinned back. “Hello, squidgy.”

—Well, hello.— Slinky, like a hungry cat.

Ashley craned his neck and peered inside, and his dark eyes shimmered. “Oh, that’s nice, Apples. Lemme see.” His voice took on that seductive gleam that gives me shivers in all the wrong places, and he stretched out his hand.

I rolled away, teasing, cuddling the squidgy to my chest. “No. It’s mine. You’ll just break it.”
“No, I won’t. Give.” He scrabbled for my rib cage and tickled, claws and all.

“Ah! Stop it!” My skin twitched all over, my wings jerking helplessly. I shrieked laughter and squirmed, but the quilt trapped me and I folded against his body, kicking and beating at him with my wings as I held the spiky mirror tighter to my breasts. He felt hard, supple, clever against my back. Good, in fact. Really good. His hot smell of woodflame licked me, creeping inside my mouth. My throat tightened. “Let go, you brute. Get off me. Damn, you smell fantastic.”

Oops. That one just slipped out. A little too much truth. The mirror giggled, and I flushed, hot water burning through my skin. God, if I’d just flooded in his lap, I’d kill myself.

But he just laughed and rolled me over toward him, trapping my wings under me so I couldn’t move. His sultry black gaze drifted over my chest, not at all innocent. “Yeah? Wanna taste me, too?”

The mirror laughed, sharp.—Oh, yes. Yes, we do.—

Notes

Hey guys just a little update for ya'll (sorry think I've been watching too much Tyler Oakley....)
This is just part one for this chapter so i will update it again probably within the next 12 hours...hopefully! Yay!!!

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