Page 47 of Dreaming of Darkness

Protected.

And very, very horny.

God help me, I did not realize that I had an exhibitionsit streak, but there was something so

powerful and instinctual about moving against my male –MY MALE–while the others watched. I didn’t believe Traum when he said that they all wanted me. But it didn’t matter. The fact that he believed that said enough about his opinion of me.

And now, what we’d shared, it was permanently linked across my memories, a living, thriving brand of our shared experience.

I wanted a hundred more.

Traum’s lips brushed over my ear, “Are you ready to go?”

I nodded, sleepily. There were couples and miscellaneous Other figures still walking around in the Underworld’s version of a moon’s light. “Is it over?”

“It is for us,” Traum said, turning and lifting me as he stood. I remained cradled in his arms. Yawning, I slipped my arms around his neck. “I’m not sure how much more I can take.”

That woke me up. “Did I hurt you?”

His chuckle vibrated against my side. “No, little dream. Just a hand cramp.”

My jaw dropped, “You can't be serious.”

“Oh, I am always serious about bringing you pleasure.”

I plastered my face into his shoulder, “I am horrified.”

“Horrified? Why? I would gladly suffer a hundred more cramps than leave you wanting.” His teeth flashed down at me as I peeked out at him, “You are beautiful, when you beg.”

“Oh God,” I whispered, “I still can’t believe I did all that.”

His steps slowed, “Do you regret it?”

I waited, thinking it over. “Am I still getting all the incubus lust?”

“Only from me, and you seem used to that.”

“Then I can say, with complete confidence, that I do not regret a moment.”

His breath whooshed out, making me realize how anxious my answer had been making him. “I’m so glad.”

“And what about you?”

Traum’s fingers tightened against where he held me. “Best night of my life.”

I smacked his chest lightly, “you exaggerate.”

“I do not. I spent my evening pleasuring my soul mate. There is nothing better for someone like me.”

“Someone like you? An incubus?”

“Someone who believed that I would never share this type of intimacy.”

“But…uh.”

“I know what you’re thinking, I see sex, I experience sexual acts all the time. But never the intimacy behind it. Never the ability to hold you after. Or walk home with you in my arms, your scent streaked across my cock.”

I squeaked but cuddled his chest closer.

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