Page 7 of Dreaming of Darkness

Bailey

I looked around my closet, staring at my clothes, the pile of shoes that was there before I left the other day. Even the sports bra I’d discarded after a workout was hanging where I’d left it.

But it felt like years since I’d been in my little house. Traum and Arafel explained that I might feel ill after traveling through the boundary between the Underworld and the living world by myself. I could tell that Traum was frustrated that he couldn't escort me home, but Arafel had been clear.

And the coin in my hand, gold and heavy, reminded me just how clear he had been. How real this actually was.

I was the fated mate to a creature that lived in the Underworld. One of the Other, who served a dream lord demon who was also a son of Lucifer. As in the devil.

I giggled, covering my mouth with the hand not holding my coin. This was insane. And yet, I stepped closer to my mirror, lifting up the simple shirt that Lucia had offered me when she’d noticed I was in the same clothes as I arrived in. And there, scattered across my torso, up my neck. Tiny pinpricks and scuffs against my skin.

From him.

Or rather from his horn and those sharp claws. He’d been gentle with me, always, but my skin was so pale it was hard to miss the little marks. And now, standing in my nearly silent home, I was glad to know he’d marked me, even in this small way.

I let the shirt go, and then marched back to my small vanity, where I pressed the coin into my jewelry box. I needed to save it, to keep it until it was my turn to use it. Traum had said, between feverish kisses goodbye, that he’d come to me first. The smile on his lips had been wide, even if his eyes were sad, anxious.

He needed to check on his family, to make sure his siblings were safe. And then, when the bond pulled, he would come to me with one of the two coins he held.

I bit my bottom lip. I hoped it was soon.

I already missed him, and it had only been minutes. After wandering through my house, I had checked my email, my cell phone messages and even my mailbox.

The only person who looked for me was a new hire who wanted to know if they could borrow my printer for something.

Oh and of course, the ten emails reminding everyone that our annual company event was this weekend.

Apparently, no one had noticed, Traum and I getting yanked right out of reality the other day. Especially if I was still allowed to come to their fancy party in two days. I knew I should go, because if I really was going crazy, then I needed this job.

Or if it was real, and I screwed up this thing with Traum, then I needed a place to fall back on. Because I’d never had a relationship this strong or powerful before. It was daunting. Especially when I knew just how easily I could mess things up.

My family had reminded me of that every day of my life.

Traum had only known me a few days. And now we only had three more chances. I wanted to say that I could pretend to be more than I was for those three. But then, what, a lifetime of him resenting me for not being that person?

My stomach turned.

With slow steps, I made my way to my bedroom and curled up. Maybe if I tried hard enough, I could just sleep until he got here. I couldn’t do anything wrong when I was asleep, right?

Biology didn’t work like that though and eventually I had to get up. I showered, cleaned, and went on a few walks. Anything to pass the time while my mind systematically looked for any reason that I might scare Traum away. I wanted to know about them in advance, so that I could make sure to hide them all away.

Because my mind didn’t care anymore. My body was in a fit over leaving him. This morning after my workout, I nearly cried washing my breasts. They were aching and sensitive and I’d nearly come just from the hot water raining down on me.

My body still couldn’t stop though, and the afternoon before the holiday party, I’d laid out on the bed, my fingers deep in my body, panting and whimpering when I couldn’t get off. I wanted it so bad, and yet my body seemed intent on torturing me, not relieving me.

I should’ve known that this was the moment, my stunning, ruby-skinned demon would step into the room from seemingly nowhere. I yelped, drawing my legs up so that I could stand on my bed and launch myself at him.

Traum caught me with a laugh, and then, pressing his hand against my back, he pressed me down and low against the thick bulge at his waist. “Are you trying to kill me Bailey? I know you’re hurting, but I was saying goodbye to my brother when I felt you this time.”

I wiggled against him, trying to be ashamed, but unable to think straight with him here. His strong arms around me, his thick body against mine.

“Your brother?”

“Yes, little dream, and my body felt your need before I had a chance to flip the coin.”

“Oh God, did your brother see?”

Traum laughed, moving to the bed, even as my hands moved into his hair, the silken strands lighting up my insides. “I’m guessing yes. But he deserved whatever awkwardness that brought about. He was aware I was trying to leave but had so–”

he broke away to kiss me once, “many–”

he kissed me again, “questions.”

“How dare he?”

I whispered, my nose rubbing against his. “I’m sorry to greet you like this, I didn’t think it would be so bad.”

“This isn’t bad Bailey,”

Traum mumbled, “I’ve been hard and aching for you since the moment you left. But I didn’t want you to think that I just wanted this.”

I nodded jerkily, “Me neither, but I just can’t focus. I’m so close and I just–”

I shifted my hips as he sat on the edge of the bed. We both groaned.

“Fuck. Fuck,”

Traum’s head fell to my shoulder, “Let me get you off, then maybe I can think straight.”

His hand moved between us, my pussy already throbbing at the thought of his body against mine.

“No, oh God, you are too. I want you to come to,”

I licked my lips, his eyes zeroed in on my mouth, “I need it.”

I shifted back on his lap, yanking my robe open as I did. I wore nothing underneath but couldn’t be bothered to care. “I’m not–oh God, I’m not ready for everything. But this, this I need, Traum.”

My lips quivered and I wasn’t sure why I was suddenly emotional about it. “Your marks healed; I can’t see them anymore. And I can’t smell you on me.”

Traum’s eyes were blown wide and black as his hand moved to trail down my throat over my breasts. “My marks?”

I nodded, my hips still twitching on his lap. “I liked them.”

His head fell back with a groan, his throat bobbing, “Fucking fates. Take me out, Fuck, Bailey, do it.”

My hands were at the edge of his trousers, pulling them free and loose so that when he shifted, I could lift that heavy cock from where he’d tucked it in. He was already slick across the head, and I ran my fingers over him, over the ridges to where the thick base disappeared into his pants.

“Yes,”

he hissed, his hands on my waist now, jerking me close, my knees bending as he situated my pussy right against the hot length of him.

I whimpered, my hips moving automatically against his heat. I was so slick that his cock slipped between my lips with ease. Traum stiffened, then slowly reclined back onto one elbow. “There you go, you can use me all you want now.”

My body ached to have him shove inside. To feel that stretch that I knew he’d bring. But I shook my head, trying to focus. We hadn’t talked.

Nothing had changed.

Well, except the extreme need that was now fully in control of me. I needed to release it, then we could talk. I wouldn’t take this from him either.

I moved lower slightly, until I could pump my hips, slipping my pussy over the length of him as I moved. That meant that the thick still-dripping head of him rubbed deliciously over my clit every time.

And I couldn’t hold back anymore. My orgasm was barreling down on me, my hips working up and over him against and again. Never taking him inside but using his body to sate my own needs.

“Traum,”

I whispered, my voice suddenly gone, “It’s so good, Traum. Please.”

His hands were there at my hips now, moving me as my muscles began to spasm and shake. “I’ve got you, let me see that pretty pussy come all over me. Fuck, you’re perfect.”

The next time I pumped forward, one dark clawed finger strummed against my clit and with a scream of raw pleasure I let go. My body shook as pleasure shivered through me, driving me higher and higher. Traum held me over his cock, which was growing and hot under me, his face contorted as he watched me come against him.

My breathing began to quiet as aftershocks dove through me.

Traum’s face was dark, his lips parted. “That was the best thing I’ve ever seen,”

he said quietly, still staring down at where my body was split over his.

Still humming with pleasure, I pushed myself to the base of him. “The best thing you’ve seen yet.”

I corrected him. Then, reaching down, I curled a hand around his cock, slick and throbbing and pointed it to my chest and belly.

“Give me what I want,”

I said, my voice shaking with residual arousal, “I want to feel you dripping all over me.”

With a twist of my wrist, I worked my hand down to the base and back up again. Traum’s eyes widened and then his hips jerked.

“Say it again.”

I smiled, pumping him again. “Give me your cum.”

This time he made no attempt to warn me about his orgasm, he simply arched his hips, lifting me in the process as his thick cock shot out jet after jet of thick hot cum across my body. My hips moved and rose with him, his orgasm somehow still feeding my own pleasure as he covered me.

When his hips finally lowered, relaxing into the bed, Traum let his head fall back onto the bedspread.

“Holy Fates.”

I giggled, feeling a million times better than when I’d left the Underworld. Leaning forward, I brushed my nose over his.

“Are you alright?”

“No, I’m dead.”

I laughed, sitting back on his lap. “Of all things to kill an incubus, an orgasm seems rather a let down, eh?”

“The best way to go, ask anyone,”

Traum said, eyes still closed, but a smile on his lips. A warm silence spread as his hands stroked my sides.

“I missed you,”

I finally said, my voice barely above a whisper. My heart pounded in my ears, for just a second, doubt crowding in. But I shouldn’t have worried.

Traum’s smile only spread wider, “I missed you too, little dream.”

And there we sat for another moment, until my body finally began to cool, and I worried about crushing Traum’s legs in this position. As I shifted to rise, he straightened as well, helping me to stand between his legs. He was so much larger that even on the bed I only had to look down slightly into his eyes.

“How are you?”

He asked, smoothing a hair away from my face.

“I’m good, but so much better now that you’re here,”

I answered honestly. “How are you? Did your brother have his baby yet?”

Traum shook his head, “Not yet, but it’ll be soon.”

“Perhaps,”

I said, “Once they are born, I could use one of the coins to come meet them.”

“I’d love that. The whole family wants to meet you.”

“Really?”

Traum’s nod was serious, “Of course. Grandmother especially.”

My cheeks warmed, realizing that his cum was starting to drip down my body, “I feel like we should talk about your family after I wash up.”

Traum pouted, “And what will we do then? I like you like this.”

“Actually,”

I bit down on my lip, butterflies taking flight in my gut, “How would you like to go to a party?”

Traum’s brow queried, “A party?”

“Yes, a work one. I wasn’t going to go, but now that you’re here. It might be fun.”

“Who all will be there?”

“Just coworkers. But the food and music sound like they are great. They’ll be dancing and drinks.”

Traum’s head tilted. “And you want me to escort you there?”

“I do,”

I said, feeling a little shy, “You would have to wear the human glamour you told me about, but yeah.”

His hand found my arm, moving down until he could grip my hand and turn it palm side up. “It would be an honor to take you.”

I blushed. “We’d need to find you some clothes.”

Traum’s eyes glittered, “Clothing?”

“We could just run out, a quick shopping trip.”

Traum suddenly stood, hiking me over his shoulder with a soft grunt. “Say no more.”

I laughed, slapping at his back, “What is happening right now?”

“We, little dream, are getting ready to leave.”

He set me down by my shower, leaning over me.

My laughter slowed as I observed the very real excitement in his eyes. “You are excited about this, aren’t you?”

“The party? Yes. We do enjoy a celebration. But one thing you must know about incubus, my dream, if you are to be mated to one.”

Traum leaned as I said, “And that is?”

He grinned, all fangs. “We love to shop.”