Page 44 of Dreaming of Darkness

Bailey’s face was full of awe, her mouth gaping as she stared across the crowd, at the flickers of power, the vibrations of the ground under so many feet. Compelled to touch her, I leaned in, brushing my nose across her temple.

“Are you alright?”

“It’s beautiful.”

“You’re beautiful,” I responded easily, earning a soft laugh from Bailey. All around us, hands began to lower, sine and other drinks were making their way around the tables. Food prepared early that day was delivered on heavy platters. All around us, conversations began once again.

Zaldi and a cousin from across the hilly terrain, Lukaeh immediately dragged me into conversation, leaving Bailey to chat with Rifa and some local friends who we had met at the school earlier today. She seemed content and I let the freedom of good drink and friends surround me.

When I looked back to Bailey, sometime later, I was shocked to find her eating a small plate of food, Effyis tucked snugly up against her elbow. Rifa, who seemed relieved to have both hands, was eagerly making her own plate, chatting animatedly with my mate.

My stomach tightened. Bailey looked relaxed like this. Her body cradling the tiny succubus as she chatted with my family. And I knew in an instant that I would never forget tonight.

The feasting began to slow, the sound around us escalating as the drink and magic grew thicker in our veins. I hummed softly at the scent of her, so close to me. Albtraum had long ago taken back his daughter, leaving me capable of pulling Bailey into my arms. We sat there, her body curling around mine as the warmth of the sine sang in my skin.

Sometime later, time blurred by the comfort of my magic and the feel of her in my arms, I looked up to find our performers moving to stand at the center of the celebration. One, a tall, curvaceous succubus and a thickly built powerhouse of an incubus came onto stage. Both held instruments and wore almost nothing. The tables were moved around us, making it possible for me to rotate my chair and face the crowd in front of us from the small rise we’d been on. Many couples below were already handsy, and I knew that Bailey saw them too. Her back was stiff, but her eyes were glued to the performers as they set up on stage.

“You should know, in advance, that these are not normal musicals. Our magic allows us certain ways to amplify the abilities we all have. Their music will be…. intoxicating.”

Bailey’s throat worked and I wanted to trace it with my tongue. I moaned, pulling her more firmly back onto my lap. My cock, already throbbing from the scent of her, relished in the pressure of her softness against it. To my pleasure, she didn’t move off of my cock, but let out a soft, strained noise.

“More than I already feel?”

I chuckled, “I did not give you any sine on purpose, mate. I want you to be as clear-headed as possible.”

“Consent king,” Bailey said, but the words were ragged as she shifted a little on my lap.

I smiled into her hair, my hands smoothing down her sides to her thighs where I toyed with the hemline of her dress. “I am yours to command. Always.”

She nodded, jerkily. “I know.”

“Good, now,” pressed my lips against the side of her throat, “Watch.”

Chapter Thirteen

Bailey

Marvin Gaye had nothing on these two. The musicians who were standing on the raised platform, one playing a violin like instrument, the other a low, humming flute of some kind, had only just begun playing and already my brain was having a hard time focusing.

Mostly because of Traum. The smell of him. The feel of him underneath me. I could barely focus on the sounds coming from the instruments. And why should I? I was already on the fast track to begging Traum to just get over this little hiccup of lifelong commitment and fuck me.

Wait, I nearly groaned, I could not be thinking like that. What had he said earlier? If he locked inside me, some kind of paranormal technique that meant his cock would be buried deep inside me for as long as it felt it was necessary. Yes, it being his cock.

My brain was so fried, at this point that whole lock deal sounded like fucking perfection. It would be so easy like this. The couples around us were already knee deep in the orgy pool, several of them getting handsy as the music and magic filled the space around us. I stared slack jawed as an incubus helped his partner to their feet and together, they stumbled to the side of the group,barely out of the glow of the main fire before taking her to the ground with a low growl.

My body clenched.

It was as simple as that for them–and I knew I was jealous. If Traum was mine, I would’ve already dragged him away myself.

My body ground back against his, his dark groan merely a fan against the fire in my gut.

“I’m already yours,” he answered, making me realize that I had to have been speaking out loud. But instead of embarrassment, only laughter, rich and uninhibited, spilled from my throat.

Traum’s claws traced the edge of my skin, the fabric slowly riding up under his attention. My breathing was picking up, consumed by the effects of his touch, his proximity and the sensual music.

“I want you.”

Traum arched his hips, grunting a little as I returned the favor with a roll of my own. “Of course you do, little dream.”

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