Page 20 of Dreaming of Darkness

I squirmed, “Which earlier? Before or after a Demon Prince found us.”

“Before,” Traum blew out a hot breath over my ribs. “I will not be rushed. Which means that you will need to buckle up, little human. This wanting, it is in response to us remaining unbonded. And since I will not be bonding with you until you are completely ready and understand what that means…” He clicked that ridiculously long tongue, “Then we will have to find other ways to keep you sated, mate.”

I moaned. “Maybe I already understand what it means?”

“No,” Traum said, and for the first time since we arrived in the Underworld, I can feel the worry in his voice. “You don’t.”

“How do you know that?”

“Because if you knew what it meant, you wouldn’t be here. You would be begging Lord Arafel to put you back in the living world, far, far from me.”

His words trickled across my mind, but I couldn’t focus on them, not when his mouth was back against my skin, licking a trail down my ribs, then that slick tongue was back. He teased me with it there, dipping it in even as far as my belly button before rubbing his cheeks and face against my torso.

“I will keep you safe,” Traum said, “Even without my bonding mark, the demons here will know who is yours.”

“And what about you? How do I claim you?”

Traum’s grip changed, lowering me back down until my pelvis rolled right over the thick bulge at the front of his pants. He pressed his forehead against mine. “It is different, you are human…”

Something about that made me raging mad. I wasn’t sure if it was because there was a subtle hint that I wouldn’t be able to claim him the way that one of his kind could. Or maybe because just for a flash I could see Traum with a succubus. One who would give him everything he could give me.

My hands were pushing at his shoulders before I knew what I was doing. Traum held tighter for a moment, his red skindarkening with concern as I unwound my legs from him.

“What would they do?”

“Bailey…”

I sniffled, ignoring his hands as I moved around him, then pivoted hard, and pressed him against the door. “Tell me.”

Traum snarled, but not in anger. In pleasure as one hand pressed against his belly. The other I let trail down his belly, past his waistband to the thick length that pulsed against the dark fabric of his pants. I cupped him, then ran my hand down the heavy shaft. “Tell me.”

Traum’s head dropped back, the sharp edge of his jaw tight as he stared up at the ceiling first and then down to me. “If you were a succubus, I would paint this pretty face with my cum, making sure that when you swallowed me, your every pore would be leaking my scent. And any male within a dozen miles would know that I was a claimed male, whose female was as talented with her tongue as her mind. And when the lust from my cum hits your system, I would feed on you until we were both gorged on the pleasure.”

My thighs shook, my panties were soaked as I shivered in the wake of his words. “And you wouldn’t do that with me?”

“I didn’t want to rush you…human ways are different, and I’m content to wait. I would happily wai–oh fuck, Bailey!”

I had heard the first of his words and maybe it was me being a jealous bitch, but there was no chance in the world I was going to let this male feel unclaimed. He had held me, protected me, made me cum like I’d ever felt before. This– this was exactly what I wanted. My knees hit the stone floor, my hands already working at the closures of his pants.

“Bailey, you don't have to do this.”

I leaned forward, pressing my face against his bulge and repeated his words back to him, “They will know that you are a claimed male.” I reached in, pulling out the thick cock there, mymouth watered as I stared at him. He was heavy in my hand, pulsing dark red skin, nearly black at the base of his body. Completely erect, I knew in a moment he was going to stretch me to that line between pain and pleasure. But I couldn’t freaking wait.

“Fuck, Bailey, the way you’re looking at me,” Traum’s words were gritted as his hand smoothed over my hair. “Tell me you’re alright?”

My eyes flicked up to him, to this handsome incubus who had turned my entire life upside down. Holding his gaze, I rose up on my knees more, my tongue out as I slowly dragged the tip of my tongue over the slit in the thick mushroomed head of his cock. His flavor, so different from a human man's, exploded across my tastebuds. The sensation sent a shiver of raw desire down my spine. I hummed against the head for a moment, listening to Traum’s mumbled words of praise before I opened my mouth and slid the head into my mouth, sucking hard.

Traum’s body actually trembled as I worked my tongue over him, tracing the lines of his cock as I attempted to work as much as I could into my mouth. I wouldn’t succeed but at least I was going to choke trying.

“Fates below,” Traum was still cursing, “Please don’t stop. I can’t believe how good you feel. So hot, mate, so slick. I could down you in my cum, sweet dream. I could, oh fuck, your tongue.”

I nearly smiled, my own arousal pounding through my system as I used my free hand to curl around the part of his cock that wouldn’t fit into my mouth. And then, with that spicy tasting precum slipping down my throat, I began to bob in earnest.

Truam’s thighs tensed, then his body arched towards me, unable to contain himself. I could feel his hands at my hairline, his claws brushing over the hair there. He was afraid to hurt me, he didn’t want to do too much. I could tell in an instant.

Popping off of the head of his cock, I made sure he was lookingright at me as I dropped my right hand to my thighs, where I pulled up my skirt. “Would it bother you if….”

Traum’s eyes were completely black now. “If what?”

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