Satanic Shadows (The Broken Realms #1)

by Leigh Rivers

Welcome to Quarrierton Academy, where violence is praised, and the weak and mortal are punished.

“You will refuse our partnership, little mortal. Because if I ever have to fuck you, I’ll make sure it kills you.”

“Do you want to fuck me, mortal? Do you want me to slide my cock between your legs and make you forget your precious professor?”

Dane isn’t ugly, and he’s muscle upon muscle all over. He smells good. His eyes are mesmerizing. And he’s tall. Really tall.

As if my touch has woken him, his fingers bury into my skin as he yanks me against him.

My erratic pulse is thudding against his palm. His fingers dig into my flesh as he dips his face to the space between my shoulder and neck. “Do that again,” he orders quietly through gritted teeth.

The heir of all the realms will wield the power of darkness until its love returns. Death to her, death to all.

“Then…” He wets his lips. “Come here.”

Our souls beg to intertwine—a desire, a need so strong I think I might pass out. Each time we connect, more shadows appear in the room—the ground, the ceiling, the walls full of them.

His mouth is like a dark sin.

want to get back to my life. But I think he wants to burn my world to the ground.

“I don’t bore you. I awaken something in you that you can’t control. I can see your eyes dilating.” He inhales deeply, and his eyes close momentarily. “Fuck, the smell of your arousal drives me insane.” He brings my mouth to his and slips his tongue past my lips as I gasp. Something explodes in my head, and he pulls his face away. “I can taste it too.”

“So warm and soft, little mortal. If I touch you here…” I let out a whimper as something strokes between my legs, and everything throbs. “Will you be wet?”

If I kiss her again, it will be done, I hear his thoughts, but I don’t make it obvious. I’m not ready for this to be done.

“And stay away from Valin. He’s looking to claim you, and I don’t share.”

“When I tell you to do something, I expect you to do it,” he says, hissing as my nails drag up his nape to his hair. “So when I say to be in my room by midnight…” I scream as the room warps into a smash of colors swirling around us, until they turn black and my back is pressed to a hard surface in a bedroom I don’t recognize. “You’ll be in my room at fucking midnight.”

I shake my head and walk into the middle of the room, trying not to make it obvious I’m enchanted by it. One may say that he sleeps like royalty, but then again, he is the Prince of Darkness and the heir to the Shadow Realm. It’s no wonder the place is perfect.

“I’m a little surprised how many times an image of me bending you over has flashed across my mind while doing schoolwork. Tell me, human, is that what you want? For me to rip that shirt off your dying body, bend you over this desk, and fuck you until your pussy is raw?”

“My shadows are hiding from you.” His palms slide under the shirt concealing my body, stopping at my hips. “They quiver when you’re around, and nothing scares them. They think you’re sadistic and evil, and that you’re going to be my end. If that’s the case, and you’re really here to kill me, then you might as well get full use of me, am I right?”

“You’ll never be free of me. That’s a promise. After we’re done with the academy, I will follow you to the ends of your world and make your meaningless life hell.”

“The only person I know in your realm is you.”

It’s like our souls are trying to intertwine and rule the world, magnetic and charged and desperate to look at each other, to touch and taste and be close.

My shadows will do anything I ask. If I want them to kill, they’ll kill. If I want them to protect, they’ll protect. If I want them to please someone, then you better fucking believe it when I say they’ll do that too.

Being at the back of the room, no one knows what we’re doing—no one knows that I’m trying to grind my pussy against Dane’s hand in a class full of immortal creatures.

“Are you going to kill me?” The Prince of Darkness cracks his neck to the side, eyes burning silver. “I’m undecided.”

“You think I don’t know you? I’m fucking haunted by you. Do you think I want to be here? That I want to wake up every morning and have to spend time with you in this castle? In these fucking classes? It’s childish and beneath us both.”

I see the faintest smirk as he straightens away from me and turns towards the door. “You are my partner.”

The low, deep groan from his throat has me wanting him even more. His cock is warm, soft, thick and long, and I wonder if I could fit it into my mouth without dying.

I twist my wrist when I reach the swollen head, leaking with precum, and he tenses all over as I swipe it with my thumb and smear it over the head of his cock. He drops his head back, dried blood and black veins all over. I want to lick the skin and suck it between my teeth, to mark him for others to see.

Dane thrusts into my hand, his grip on my throat loosening as he lets out a fuck and a groan.

I want all your firsts, my love. Your firsts and lasts and forever.

You have me until you no longer need me. Marry me, not him.

He covers my mouth with his palm just as he presses his thumb to my clit and rubs, easing more of his cum inside me with his fingers, stretching me as his length swells in my hand.

Dane glances over his shoulder at me. “If any of you look at or lay a finger on her, your body will be unrecognizable by the time I’m done with it.”

He forces out, “Like I said, you haunt me.”

Do not whimper to your god, little mortal. I’ll burn down the remaining realms before I hear you call out to someone else.

He’s thick. It’s growing long and hard and stiff. It’s leaking, and the veins bulge with the ghost of a stroke from base to tip.

I can feel how soaked you are, he tells me. You’re so warm around your fingers. Are you going to come for me?

Only if you come for me, I counter. I always fucking do, he growls, and everything shatters into smithereens with how deep his voice is in my head.

“Open your eyes, human,” he ordered me, and when I did, he came up from behind and held my nape, his other hand a ghost on my hip. “Watch what I do to you.”

Dane glares at me. “Do you need to be so fucking violent?” he hisses. I tip my chin. “Yes.”

“Your name is Seraphine Dalton, Queen of the realms, and have been for nearly six hundred fucking years.”

“I’m tired. I’m so fucking tired, and I miss you and can’t stand talking to you this way. I’ll keep trying. You gave me orders and told me not to take shortcuts. I won’t. I’ll make you forget just now—and the power linking. It’s too much of a risk for you to remember.”

He presses his forehead to mine, then presses his lips softly against it. “I won’t fuck up again, my love. I promise.”