Page 35 of Dreaming of Darkness

Not hard at all really. I had been dreaming about Traum every night and any time I let myself disassociate at my desk. He filled my thoughts, leading to some really steamy fantasies that I couldn’t blame on the bond. That was all me.

I thought of the long arch of his horns, their rough texture against my palms as he had crawled up my body. That tongue, the laugh that rumbled out of him every time I teased him. I could even smell him, the spicy clean scent of him that I missed so much.

With a groan, I clenched my eyes tight and threw down the coin, remembering how his skin felt against mine. Then, jerking them back open, I located the coin on my carpet and with his name on my lips, I stomped my foot down, right over the coin.

My clothes flustered around me, a mist swirling around me for just a second, and when it cleared, I realized that I was no longer in my home.

I was in his.

Gasping, I turned, staring around the cozy room, the walls a mixture of smooth wood panel and stone. A large fireplace burned in one corner, alongside an assortment of sofas and plump looking cushions thrown across a shining wooden floor. I turned slowly, blinking in surprise at the bright light that filtered in through the open windowpane.

There was a soft rumbling, so low that I nearly missed it had I not been craving it since the last time he left. Tears made my throat thick and my eyes itch. “Traum?” But I didn’t turn around. I didn’t need to. A second later, his hands slipped around my waist, the claws shining as he yanked me back against his body.

“You’re real,” he said, the rumble in his chest making me smile in relief, “I didn’t know if you’d come.”

I turned in his arms, his grip loosening so I could finally look at my mate. Because he was mine. If my heart was capable of singing with joy, it would be doing a full aria. My hands slid up his chest–oh God–his naked chest. He was shirtless, his soft red flesh bare and flexing under my palms.

“I’m here,” I smiled at him. “I couldn’t stay away.”

One clawed hand left my waist, moving to my throat, where his grip was gentle but firm as he turned my face up to his. His rumbling purr slipped into a growl. “Don’t even mention staying away, I’m barely in control here.”

I blinked up at him, my heart pounding in my chest. “What do you mean?”

His lips curled back, revealing those bright white fangs. “You don’t smell like me anymore, and you’re talking about being gone. It’s making me…” he shuddered, “it makes me want things I shouldn’t. Not today. Not right now.”

My thighs clenched, “What kinds of things?”

His nose brushed up and down mine, his hand still wrapped around my throat. “I want to pull you into my room, I want to lick all that sweet wetness up from between your legs. And then I will paint you with my cum.”

His arm moved, and I’m lifted. “Every bit of you will be dripping with me. And then, I will begin all over again until you are so tired you can barely manage to sit on my face.”

“Oh God,” I whimpered, my legs tightening around Traum’s middle as his arm cradles me there.

“Don’t worry, little dream,” Traum murmured, “I will help hold you in place.”

Rolling my hips against his belly, I hitch myself forward, desperate for his mouth. He met me there, his mouth scorching hot against my lips. Our teeth clacked, tongue danced, the taste of him both soothing the ache in my belly but setting a new one aflame in my core.

Just as my hip moved up against his once more, I heard a very soft cough. And then a second. I pulled away, ignoring Traum’s growl of protest as I looked over his shoulder to see an incubus and succubus standing by the main entrance.

Both were grinning widely at me. Or us, I guess?

I squeaked, shoving at Traum’s shoulders, asking to be putdown. Because whoever these two were, they were obviously waiting to meet me. And while their first impression was probably me warped around Traum, I needed to make the best of the second.

Traum released me gently, his rumbling vanishing as he turned to glare over his shoulder. “When did you get here?”

The male, an incubus whose skin tone was similar to Traum’s, but his face was different, the lines bolder, thick, with a cleft in the middle of his chin, “Is that any way to greet your favorite brother?”

The succubus beside him slapped his shoulder, hard. “Can’t you see he’s got his hands full?”

The first male shrugged, that slow smile still curling his lips as Traum, and I turned to them. “I’ve never seen our brother so quiet. Traum, what demon has your tongue tonight?”

Traum cleared his throat, “No demon, Zaldi, just my mate.” His hands found the small of my back and moved me close to his side. “Bailey, this is my younger brother, Zaldi, and my sister, Antheia. Siblings, behave yourself.”

Zaldi swept forward, pressing a hand to Traum’s shoulder before leaning in and pressing his cheek briefly against mine. I gasped, surprised at how fast he was, and maybe impressed with how smooth the movement was. Zaldi immediately retreated, his hands, tipped in black claws like Traum, open in submission.

“Don’t worry, I didn’t even scent mark her. She’s all yours…” Zaldi wrinkled his nose, the flash of a ring there drawing my attention, “And she smells like it.”

Antheia giggled and I flushed bright red. Zaldi’s brows rose, and he swiveled to look between Traum and I, “I mean, it’s a good smell. She knows that right?”

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