Page 11 of Dreaming of Darkness

Someone bumped into me, “Excuse me,” a nameless coworker shuffled by, unaware of the throbbing need that echoed in every cell of my body. I mumbled something to the coworker already leaving the break room.

Alone, I pressed my hand to my gut, quelling the waves of displeasure that filled my entire being. Fuck. What was wrong with me?

Coffee. I just needed coffee. Thank god the machine was done. I filled up my mug and hurried back to my office, trying to ignore how much the sensation of my thighs brushing together under my pencil skirt thrilled me right now.

My toe tapped under my desk as I desperately attempted to focus on the tasks ahead of me. One hour. Two.

My mind wandered, filled with images of the Traum. The dark tongue that I’d glimpsed as he spoke.

The clawed fingers that had gripped the door jam as we said our goodbyes. My panties were soaked, and there was no hiding it.

Suddenly a head popped into my cube, startling me and making my cheeks flush with a barely repressed gasp. Elena’s grinning face didn’t seem to notice my discomfort. “I hate to spring this one on you, but would you mind sorting through the archive sometime today? I cannot find anything in our current files.”

I swallowed, thighs shaking as I pressed them together. “Oh, um, yes of course.”

“You’re a lifesaver, Bailey. Let me know if you find it.”

I nodded, slowly moving to open the drawer of my desk anddigging for the keys that I’d picked up a few days before. The archive was a dark room at the corner of the first floor, enclosed and nicely finished, but just packed full of drawers and drawers of paperwork. In my initial tour of the building, I’d barely noted the room, only that we only had one or two people with keys, including me.

As I tried to focus on the hall in front of me, I wondered briefly if Elena wanted to do this task as some kind of ‘new employee’ hazing ritual, or if it was something else. But honestly, I could use the distraction, and nothing like staring at hundreds of files looking for the one we needed to distract me.

I pulled up short to the room and with a quick jerk of my hands, I opened the locked down and slipped inside. The lights were soft, dimmer than the ones in my office and somehow that quieted some of the anxiety that lit me up inside as more thoughts for my not-real visitor continued to plague me. A mixture of shame and surprise battle in my chest as my eyes slip around the room’s walls and corners.

No cameras.

I was alone.

Hesitating, I found a switch by the door. It was nearly lunch time. I needed a moment to compose myself. I hit the lights, letting the darkness of the windowless room wrap around me like a lover's caress.

I sighed, letting my breath whoosh out of my chest. With a shaking hand, I found the cold metal of the first filing cabinet. Leaning against it, I pressed my forehead there.

“You have to get a hold of yourself Bailey. It wasn’t real. He wasn't real. This is all insane.” My eyes closed, as if on their own violation and a moment later, the energy seemed to be pulled from my body. I slid down, down, down, until I rested in a pile against the metal cabinets,

My eyes remain shut tight, more of that tightness, that heat thatburned so hot inside of me spread. From one hand, up my arms, across my chest, making my nipples pebble, my heart pound and straight back down the others until my entire body felt like it was an instant from combustion.

And I had never wanted anything more.

“Poor, poor little mate. You must be wanting me badly if you pulled me to you while I was awake.”

I jolted, staring up at the dark shape that lurked in the shadow across from me. I raised a hand, to point, to stop them, to do something, but it merely flopped in my lap, my fingers trailing up and down my thighs as I whimpered in need. The shadow solidified more.

“Yes, my Dream, feed me more of that delicious want,” the shadow had a head now, because I could see it cocked to one side, watching me. My fingers moved higher, pushing desperately at the line of my pencil skirt. Too tight, fuck it was too tight. I needed more access.

“Fuck, you smell like dessert. I might die if you don’t show me what’s under that little skirt.” The shadow said, now stepping forward, the powerful shoulders, graced with a simple white shirt and dark pants looked as real as anything on my body. And yet, it couldn’t be.

“Who are you?” My voice trembled, even as my fingers finally managed to scoot my skirt up high enough that my fingertips could trace over the soaking wet mess of black lace.

“Oh, Dream. You know who I am.” A low, rumbling purr filled the room, and as if that sound had been a caress, every part of my body lit up in welcome. “You know who your body weeps for.”

“No,” I wetted my lips, horrified and thrilled by my body’s response. “No, you aren’t real. I made you up, some kind of wild dream.”

A smirk curled his beautiful mouth, “A wild dream? That partmay be true. But no, mate, I am here, I am real, just as much as you are.”

My fingers are still moving, stroking, teasing. “I don’t know what’s happening to me?”

And then he’s kneeling in front of me, glowing red eyes staring at the place where my fingers still trace the line of my panties, over and over. If only I could pull the lace to the side, to feel that sweet, slick, skin on skin pleasure. But this fucking skirt, I couldn’t manage it. I whimpered.

“I’m so sorry, Dream, I didn’t mean to stay away for so long,” His finger traced down the line of my calf. It felt like someone was following the line of his finger with hot breath, my entire body jerking as the near contact. “Do you know what happens when a succubus or incubus finds their mate?”

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