Shadowglass

Blackness engulfed us. My footsteps thudded unevenly as I scrambled to keep up with Andy’s loping insect strides. He tugged me behind him as we ran in darkness, enveloped in shimmering static. “Closer,” he panted. “Glamour. They can’t see.”

Shapes loomed out of the gloom, and I swerved, stumbling. He yanked my wrist, dragging me along. My temper flared with the breath searing my lungs, and I forced out a ragged whisper. “I can’t fucking see, okay? It’s pitch-black in here!”

“Shh. Metal. I can see just fine. Duck.”

A broken steel girder flashed by above my head, and we were out.

Moonlight scattered on black pavement littered with broken glass. High alley walls on either side, shadows lurching. Behind us, Jake’s warehouse loomed, tall and gray, broken windows glinting as clouds scudded away from the moon. Lightning split the sky, chased a second later by growling thunder. The air stank of imminent rain, humidity thick and metallic on my skin.

Normally I loved storms. But now the smell recalled touching Andy, and I felt sick.

We rounded the corner under a flickering yellow streetlight. Cars growled past, raindrops splashing dusty on their paint. Neon signs glowed in rainbows, cafés and takeaways and pawnbrokers. Civilization. Good.

“Let me go, okay?” I yanked my hand free. Awareness still prickled electric along my fingers, and I propped on my knees to catch my breath and tried to ignore it. Sweat dripped down my elbows, and water trickled onto my shoulders from my stress-sodden hair. I scowled at him, and sorrow wore my voice thin. “You’ve got your mirror. You can go now. Off you flutter, back to your skanky demon mistress. I’m sure she’ll show you a good time.”

But he’d already backed me up against a window.

My pulse swelled, treacherous, and my aching body sparked at his touch. I trembled, furious. “What are you doing?”

His hair flashed jagged in lightning silhouette. His eyes glowed a violet ice. He pressed his body against mine, curving his wings to shield me, his hot fingers alive in my hair. Lightning stabbed again, closer, and static cracked alight on his dark skin in sympathy. Electricity crawled over his wings like tiny green fairylights.

He bruised my face with kisses, his lips hot and urgent on my cheeks, my forehead, my eyelids. “Lady Appolonnia. My precious queen. You okay? He hurt you? Christ, I hope Chris kicks the living crap outta him. And then dies a horrible spiky death. Both of them, I mean. God, I can’t talk, let me just . . .” And he captured my mouth with his, and every angry, indignant, bitter word I wanted to scream at him dissolved like icicles in the sun.

His lips melted with mine like warm metal, and desire rippled down my spine, pleasure knifing deep and swift like a poisoned dagger.

I fought it; yes, I did. My common sense squirmed like a chopped rat. I didn’t want him. I couldn’t.

But god, his mouth felt so good on mine. So slick and warm, so perfect. And his lean body next to mine, so rich and fragrant, it sprang my every nerve alive. Tiny raindrops spattered on my face, the tinkle of rain dull in my ears beneath our twin heartbeats. I couldn’t think. I couldn’t resist. I just plastered wet palms against the glass and kissed him back.

No fair.

His kiss tortured me, deep, hard, desperate. I sighed into him, heat dripping down to fill my breasts, harden my nipples, make my belly and my sex ache. He held my chin with gentle fingers and eased my mouth open farther, and I drew his long curled tongue onto mine and reveled in the dark metal taste of him, the slick tartness of his mouth, the sharp steely edges of his teeth.

He murmured darkly and obliged me, claiming my mouth with his tongue, letting my taste slide over him. A deep shiver spread inside me, filling me like steaming water. When Jake opened me like that, I wanted to spew. Now I wanted to swallow, consume him, make this beautiful fairy mine forever. Forget that he’d deceived me and lie down under him, peel his clothes away, give him everything.

But he had deceived me. My mind raced, rebelled, fought, even as my body reacted with fierce desire to his caress. My hands lost themselves on his chest, palming his curving metal shapes, sliding around to his back, the curve of his shoulder, the smooth chill of his wings. He groaned into my mouth and pushed closer. Not subtle, this time, not slow or careful but ravaging, hungry, crushing his hard thighs into mine, his trembling cock into my hip. He slid one hand down over my breast, squeezing me, searching with hungry claws for my nipple.

I didn’t want him touching my breasts. He’d lied to me. But he found my aching nipple and twisted, and pleasure stabbed deep. He’d used me. I didn’t want this. My claws ripped into his shoulders, my hands wrenching with need. Moisture flooded me, so abrupt my muscles hurt and my skin stretched painfully. Rain and water ran down the glass to soak my back, my wings, my clothes. My sex swelled too tight, too hard. My hands itched to make him feel the same. I wanted to caress those hard fae muscles, trace my claws along the ridges, slide my fingers along his cock and make him shiver.

And I wanted to rake my claws down his face and scream at him for betraying me.

He nudged my chin upward and trailed burning kisses down my neck, his teeth lingering lovingly on my collarbone. I shivered, swallowing a desperate groan of pleasure and need.

Damn it. Only he did this to me. Only he could make me want so hard when I wanted not to so much.

Anger swilled acid into my desire, and I jammed my palms against his tempting hips—oh, god, how I wanted to drop to my knees and suck those slender bones into my mouth, rip his clothes away and slide his cock deep into my throat and swallow him—I sank fury-tense claws into his hips and shoved him away.

His mouth slipped from my skin, his gasp a soft accusation. I wanted to tear my hair, smash the glass, scrape my claws on the concrete. I’d never kiss him like that again, and it relieved me and terrified me at the same time.

He stared, his taut lips shining, jagged blackmetal hair falling wild in his glowing eyes. His static-bright wings quivered. His chest heaved, coppery sweat staining his black shirt, a tempting flash of skin showing where I’d torn the cloth. He blinked at me, confusion shadowing his eyes, and pressed the back of his hand to his lips, shaking his head like he was lost.

Switch. Just like at Danny’s. Like he flicked over from someplace else.

Is he sparkled up, or what? Who was I just talking to? Who just kissed me like he meant the living hell out of it? And where was that fairy now? Damn metalfae. Crazy as a snake missing its ass.

He touched his lips again, caressing the wetness I’d left there. “Apples? Where are we? What just happened?”

“You’re such an asshole, you know that?” I yanked my top straight where our unexpected passion had tugged it awry. The cotton glued to my damp skin, the friction an unwelcome distraction. My breasts still hurt, my nipples demanding his touch, his mouth. My wings strained for contact, shared flight, the rasp of silver. My sex still flowed with slick moisture, glands aching under pressure. My flesh was swollen, my most tender parts pressing against each other uncomfortably. Every movement was a torture, and staring from two feet away at this beautiful copper-and-midnight fairy boy with my spit on his lips didn’t help. Scrunched-up hair, wet shirt sticking to his rippled fae chest, silver wings afire with electric lust. My pulse throbbed. God, he looked sexy. Whoever the hell he was.

Notes

Sorry for the wait me beautiful bats.
Hope you liked it :)

Stay Weird
- Grimm



Ps - Did anyone watch the latest Game Of Thrones????? What'd ya think????
Pps - only like 10 more chapters......
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