Page 18 of Dreaming of Darkness

her, to press her back against this table, to lean down over her, spreading her legs wide, so I

could feast on the very center of her until she screamed my name and I–

“Master Traum, Lady Bailey, would you follow me?”

I jerked, staring wide-eyed at the demon that stood by the doorway. Dressed in a simple

livery, he gestured to us through the door. My hackles are immediately up again. Arafel might

not be realistic, but this guy, I can kick his ass with limited ramifications.

“What do you want?”

The demon blinked at me, “I was told to take you to your rooms.”

“Traum,” Bailey’s hands are on me, setting herself back from me once again, “It’s okay.

Let’s just go with the flow for now.”

“Go with the flow?”

Bailey smiled at me, her shoulders relaxing. One hand slipped into mine, and I quickly

retracted my claws so that she wouldn’t hurt herself. “Yes, baby, just go with the flow.” And

then, she stepped towards the demon, her head held high. I trailed after her, keeping my eyes

on the demon holding the door as we passed through.

His eyes were respectful, but they did sweep over Bailey for just a moment, appreciation in

his eyes. I let only the smallest growl loose as we passed, “Mine.”

The demon’s eyes snapped up to mine and then he hurried up to the side of the hall,

opening it wide so that we could pass into what looked like a series of doors. The demon

selected a door halfway down the hall and after opening it wide, he stepped quickly away, staring down at his feet. A small smile curled my lips, even as Bailey elbowed my side just a

little.

The moment the door shut behind us, I yanked her close, pressing my nose against her as

my hands lifted her up. Legs wrapping around my waist, Bailey gasped.

“Traum?”

My temper was quieting, but my instincts still screamed for more. I pressed my face against

her neck, my tongue tracing the lines of her throat there. “I will not mark you before you

understand what it means. But I cannot stand to have you here, surrounded by all these males,

without even my scent to protect you.”

With a soft purr, I pressed her back into the door we’d come through. Her chest was rising

and falling quickly, her skirt rucked up between us. “What–uh—what do you need to do?” I wanted to paint her in my cum. To let my tongue trace my name into her belly. To wear

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