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Lightning struck, my entire body tensing as the first wave of pleasure hit me. Again, and again Traum’s fingers drove me over another crest of pleasure, my orgasm dragging on as his other hand moved to support my back.

My tongue was thick, my throat dry as I rasped out his nameover and over again. His purr was surrounding me, soothing away the lingering questions as I slowly came back down onto reality.

Minutes later, hell, maybe hours, I found myself staring into Traum’s burning gaze.

“You’re still here.”

My heart leaped in my chest as he slowly pulled his fingers free. Bringing his hand to his mouth, he hesitated a few inches away, a tongue straight from my dirtiest fantasies darted out, dancing over the fingers he'd buried so far inside of me. My pussy twitched, my body already sparking again in his presence.

His eyes closed in bliss as he systematically cleaned every bit of his fingers, and then met my gaze head on.

“I am yours, Bailey. Yours to command. Yours to fuck,” he said that one with a smirk at me, before his face grew serious once again, “Yours to someday, maybe, love.”

Chapter Four

Traum

Last time I’d been pulled through the Underworld boundaries I’d been asleep, relaxed, my magic already setting me up to be pulled into the living world.

The second, it was something else. One moment I’d been sitting across from Grandmother, the next I felt like something was burning in my chest. I’d barely had time to press my hands there before I’d felt it.

A pull. Stronger than anything I’d ever known.

Grandmother gasped, staring at me with wide eyes, before a small smile curled her lips. “So, it is true.”

I’d opened my mouth to respond but then found myself steppingout of a shadowy corner in the living world. And while the ugly gray shelving units all around me had been confusing at first, I’d instantly spotted her.

My mate.

Fuck, she had been leaning against one, her slender arched back moving as she panted in breath after breath. Her rushed words were filling the room as I took in the situation. I huffed her in, breathing deep, my heightened demonic senses whirling as the scent of her exploded into my brain.

She smelled like that beverage so many humans loved, the hot ones that made them jittery. But on her it was sweetened with vanilla and cream. And all of those things were doused in a heavy layer of arousal.

No, not just arousal. Need.

My cock swelled instantly. She needed me. That’s why she’d been able to pull me through, the bond, however feeble, had managed to pull us together. The same bond that would eventually cement us together was clearly already in the works for her. And I doubt she was aware that bonding with an incubus or a succubus came with a healthy sexual drive designed to keep a new pairing together for as long as possible, after the initial bond.

I hadn’t thought we’d been around each other long enough to trigger that bond, but clearly the fates had other ideas. I shook myself free of the stupor that seeing her sent over me and moved closer.

A purr was already rumbling in my chest, needing to soothe my harried mate. “Poor, poor little mate. You must be wanting me badly if you pulled me to you while I was awake.”

She didn’t understand our ways, or why her body was responding this way. But I did. And I would help her, ease her into this. With my words and my fingers, on the floor of the storage room I drove her over the edge. I’d contained the wordsthat were desperate to spill out when she fluttered around my fingers. The ones that paired with my venom and magic would bind us together forever.

She wasn’t ready for that.

And I sure as hell wasn’t going to fuck her here for the first time. In what world would she ever forgive me if I knotted her in this dingy space. She was the mate of a dream walker, the finest in my family, the pride of my tribe. No mate of mine would know anything but pleasure and comfort, especially for our bonding.

She needed to be somewhere that I could feast on her for hours, letting my magic bind us until the moment I could sink my teeth into her skin and my knot throbbing deep inside of her. Somewhere I could help her ride the wave of the onslaught of orgasms I would wring from her body.

And that place was not here.

Still, Bailey watched me hungrily as I licked my fingers clean of her, my mouth watering, my fangs descending and filling with venom as the taste of my mate was permanently fixed in my mind. And she was perfect. The next time I would lick it straight from her, let that sweetness coat my lips and throat as she shattered around my tongue.

My cock, still hard as stone, shifted as I tried to rock back on my heels. Bailey’s eyes were wide as she observed me, her body still quivering with aftershocks.

“You’re still here.”

Pleasure sweetened her scent once again, but this time it wasn’t a physical sense. Somehow this was so much more powerful. Because now that the need had waned, at least for now, she was still happy that I was here.

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