Chapter Five
Traum
I had never feared the demon princes that ruled the Underworld. From what I could tell, they were only a danger to those who wanted to hurt their family.
I made it a point to stay out of their way, and therefore had very little interaction with them.
Even Arafel, who often called on my brother or grandmother for tribe business.
But now. Him here, smiling with those sharp white fangs at my mate. My temper was rising faster than my magic, and that was wicked fast.
My shadows, different from his, slithered down my skin, desperate to shove him out of reach of her. To wrap her up in my magic, to tow her away somewhere safe.
Because this male, no matter how gracious he might be, was still the son of Lucifer. And I was no fool.
Somehow, I managed to get words out of my throat, the sound forced and ragged. “Prove it how?”
I bit down into my tongue, trying to tame the demand for him to step the fuck away from Bailey.
“She does not wear my bite or my scent, we are new in this.”
Arafel’s eyes moved over me, dark brows lowering as he took in my stiffened posture.
With a soft sigh, he leaned away, his magic releasing Bailey.
“I have the mahr’s working on it. But until we can prove that she is not working for an enemy, she must stay where I can get to her.”
I snarled at those words and Arafel rose from the table. I followed suit, my magic filling my veins, making my muscles expand, my fangs low as my voice hissed out.
“Be careful with your words, my Lord, my patience is wearing thin.”
Arafel growled, but I ignored him this time, the words falling free as my temper began to unravel.
“You have brought her here, my most prized possession into a world that quite efficiently breaks down human lives. She is not marked or mated, and now she must stay here, in a castle full of demons while you decide what to do about the consequences of your own actions. Excuse me if I do not seem grateful.”
The Demon Lord’s eyes flashed a bright blue once more before quieting. At my side, a hand slipped across my middle, then a warm body was flush against my side.
“If we prove the bond is real, what will you do to us?”
Bailey’s voice seemed to warm the air all around me. Arafel’s head hung, “I had not expected a bond to occur so quickly after the wards and magic came down. We do not have a final plan in place.”
I snarled at him, “You don’t have a clue, do you?”
The answering noise was a rasping growl that sent warning bells off in my mind.
I could not fight this male. Therefore, I should not be picking fights I cannot win. Even if the words tasted as sweet as honey.
“It is out of respect that I will let that comment slide,”
Arafel said slowly, “Do not mistake my indecision for ignorance. I know who you are, Traum, and I’m well aware of the power and prestige you weild among your people.”
He turned to the door, “You will stay here, at Castle Fel until we have a chance to decide what happens next. In the meantime, no dream walking and try not to spear your way through my borders again, Incubus.”
I nodded, feeling Bailey sag against my side as a slender demon opened the door for Arafel and then the pair of them disappeared out into the hallway.
Immediately my hands were on her face, turning it up to mine, inspecting every freckle, every blinking lash. “Are you alright? He didn’t hurt you?”
“No,”
Bailey said, her hands rising to cup mine against her skin. She was warm, so soft against me.
My eyes dropped to her throat, to the soft expanse of skin that a mate mark would adorn someday. If she accepted me.
“I’m okay. He wasn’t so bad.”
She laughed in a way that told me just how bad she was at lying.
I dragged her forward, letting her tuck her head up under my neck while we simply stood and enjoyed the feel of the other being safe.
“I’m sorry you are in danger, I should’ve explained, I should’ve told you.”
A wet laugh warmed my throat, “We haven’t had a lot of time to talk. You spent most of that first night trying to make sure I knew you weren’t a hallucination.”
I smiled a little, laying my cheek against the top of her head, “Time well spent since the next time I saw you we had very different priorities.”
Heat thrummed down my spine, spreading across my chest and to every part of me that she touched…and some that she didn’t.
How could I want her even now? My mouth watered at the thought of being able to taste her, to press her back against this table, to lean down over her, spreading her legs wide, so I could feast on the very center of her until she screamed my name and I–
“Master Traum, Lady Bailey, would you follow me?”
I jerked, staring wide-eyed at the demon that stood by the doorway. Dressed in a simple livery, he gestured to us through the door.
My hackles are immediately up again. Arafel might not be realistic, but this guy, I can kick his ass with limited ramifications.
“What do you want?”
The demon blinked at me, “I was told to take you to your rooms.”
“Traum,”
Bailey’s hands are on me, setting herself back from me once again, “It’s okay.
Let’s just go with the flow for now.”
“Go with the flow?”
Bailey smiled at me, her shoulders relaxing. One hand slipped into mine, and I quickly retracted my claws so that she wouldn’t hurt herself.
“Yes, baby, just go with the flow.” And then, she stepped towards the demon, her head held high. I trailed after her, keeping my eyes on the demon holding the door as we passed through.
His eyes were respectful, but they did sweep over Bailey for just a moment, appreciation in his eyes. I let only the smallest growl loose as we passed, “Mine.”
The demon’s eyes snapped up to mine and then he hurried up to the side of the hall, opening it wide so that we could pass into what looked like a series of doors.
The demon selected a door halfway down the hall and after opening it wide, he stepped quickly away, staring down at his feet.
A small smile curled my lips, even as Bailey elbowed my side just a little.
The moment the door shut behind us, I yanked her close, pressing my nose against her as my hands lifted her up. Legs wrapping around my waist, Bailey gasped.
“Traum?”
My temper was quieting, but my instincts still screamed for more.
I pressed my face against her neck, my tongue tracing the lines of her throat there.
“I will not mark you before you understand what it means. But I cannot stand to have you here, surrounded by all these males, without even my scent to protect you.”
With a soft purr, I pressed her back into the door we’d come through. Her chest was rising and falling quickly, her skirt rucked up between us.
“What–uh—what do you need to do?”
I wanted to paint her in my cum. To let my tongue trace my name into her belly.
To wear the scent of her cunt over me like a fucking trophy. But I wanted her forever, which meant I would do this right.
“Skin,”
I groaned, “I need more of your skin.”
Our eyes met and held and after a moment, her fingers moved to her top, where the buttons begin.
It’s tight though, unmoving. Her nostrils flared, irritation settling over both of us as I shifted her again. Her body brushed over the ache of my cock as she moved. “Hand,”
she whispered, gripping the one I raised for her. She kissed my palm before holding it up. “I need your claws.”
I tilted my head but obeyed, my dark claws slipping free.
Bailey’s eyes are dark as she slowly, carefully brings my index finger to the collar of her top. And then, with incredible control, she pressed my claw there, letting the sharp edge slice open the fabric until I could see the beautiful curve of her breasts as she panted.
When she released me, there was so much more skin there. The line of her collarbones.
The plump breasts that are barely contained in the soft lace I left intact. And so much skin. She leaned in, “I don’t know exactly what this is, Traum, but I want to know too.”
I groaned, leaning in and pressing a kiss against her throat. It works against my lips. “Do what you need to do. Keep me safe.”
Her words set me free.
*** Bailey
The jagged slice of desire had been keeping me on the edge of my seat since the first time that Traum had come into the living world.
When I’d had my first real taste of him, just hours ago, I’d thought that my needs would lessen.
That I would be able to focus on the situation at hand, especially considering how serious that situation may have been.
And I had been wrong.
Because even as we had walked down the hallways, my mind and body had been caught up in a whirlwind of need. Throbbing. Desperate. Slightly stupid about it, need.
And the moment he’d pressed me up against this heavy door, my entire body had erupted in flames.
I wanted him.
No, no that wasn’t enough emphasis.
I needed him.
I felt like my entire being was slowly unraveling, and the only thing that would put me back together was him.
The moment I’d used his claws to slice through my top I knew I was done for.
That I wasn’t going to be holding back anymore.
I had no idea what I had done to be thrown into the strangeness of this world, so different from what I’d thought my life would look like.
But now that I was here, things were changing.
Fast.
It had only been days since we met. Hours since I first felt him against me. And oddly I was more certain of this male and his intentions than any human man I’d ever
been around. I decided all of this the moment that I’d begged him to mark me. To scent me and keep me as close as possible.
Keep me safe. That’s what I’d asked. But what I’d meant was for him to keep all of me safe, not just from the demons that surrounded our rooms. But my stupid, raging, wild heart. I needed him to keep that safe too.
I hoped to God or whoever was listening, that Traum understood that.
Because my words had released the tenacious hold on Traum’s instincts.
He leaned in, his face pressing against my collarbones first, his mouth opening, tongue tracing the line of the bone.
Hot. Slick. And, I looked down, holy hell, it was so much longer than I’d imagined. My thighs clenched; my core already soaked for this male who held me with such ease.
Traum chuckled a little, scraping his teeth against the bone in a mock bite,
“Did you see my tongue, Bailey? I fucking starved for you, and when I finally get between these beautiful thighs, I’m going to use that tongue to make you steam over and over and over again.”
I nodded, my hands curling into fists against his shoulders, “Traum.”
He hummed against my collarbones, moving his head down as his hands lifted my ass up, allowing his mouth to move lower to my breasts, which he mouthed gently.
My nipples were hard, peaked as the heat of his mouth ghosted over them.
I moaned, but he didn’t seem to care.
He moved lower, making my hands move to his horns, my fingers curling there and nearly tugging on them in an attempt to make him come back up to my nipples.
“Patience,”
Traum said, “Do you remember what I said earlier?”
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 skin darkening 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, my mouth 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 looking right 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?”
“If I got myself off while I sucked you down.”
“Fuck, Bailey, you are any male’s dream. You can do whatever you want, just please, don’t stop,”
His claws moved into my hair again and this time I felt the desperation as he pumped his cock towards my mouth.
I held him off, one hand braced on his thigh, “To be clear, I’m not doing anything I am not loving. When you want to, you can make sure I don’t stop.”
I leaned into his hand. It was permission, permission to grip me hard. To thrust himself into my mouth. To lose himself the way I had earlier. I was ready for it.
His grip changed, moving me back towards his cock. I held back just long enough to whisper, “Just don’t forget to pull out enough to paint me just the way you wanted.”
And then he was fucking into me with smooth, bold strokes.
As soon as his rhythm stabilized, Traum’s eyes slowly closed, his throat working as he spoke, “That’s it, little mate. Reach down and touch yourself, let the lust take you over. Let yourself go for me, while I fill your throat.”
I moaned, my eyes nearly rolling back in my head as he pumped into me. My fingers trailed over my swollen clit, my hips jerking with every pass of my fingertips. I wasn’t someone who gave head lightly. But this was intoxicating. Feeling the male above me tremble and cry out with every move of my mouth. The now dripping head of his cock leaking down my tongue and making my veins sing with more of that sweet need.
I wanted more.
I wanted to taste more. My fingers moved faster over my clit, my other hand squeezing the base of him hard as I took him deep, over and over again. His claws scratched a little, but the words of praise pouring from his mouth soothed any possible sting.
“Fuck, you feel perfect. Are you going to swallow up my cum like a good girl? Are you going to let me spill my seed down this perfect throat?”
I’m nodding, my hand moving fast between my legs, half-terrified, half-thrilled at the power of the orgasm that was rising up around me. I wanted to taste him first, to feel him lose control. Then I would let go, just like he said.
I nodded, pressing him to the back of my throat, humming hard as I did. And as our eyes met, his eyes widened then slowly that long, winding tongue dropped from his mouth. And then his hips snapped forward, the first ropes of his cum hitting my throat. I swallowed hard, backing off of him so I could suck harder. Traum bucked again and again, that spicy, hot cum filling my mouth and overfilling as he continued to fuck my mouth.
My eyes watered, my senses went wild. And between my legs, my fingers pinched my clit hard. I came hard, moaning around his length as Traum’s claws suddenly pulled me off of his spasming length to let the spurts of cream-colored cum land on my throat and chest.
I writhed on the floor, feeling empty but sated as our panting breaths filled the air of the room. Traum looked down at me, his expression shaken.
“Little dream,”
he said finally, claws retracted as he helped me to my feet. I wobbled but he held me close, his cock still half-hard between us. His fingers moved, a thumb smearing his cum around my throat for a moment before he began to spread the other remnants of his orgasm across my skin. Everywhere it touched, my skin tingled.
I sighed, my body sagging in quiet relaxation as he worked over me. And when he finally drew away, I opened my eyes again to see a smile on his mouth. “I am a claimed male.”
He said softly.
I smiled back. “And I am a protected female.”
Traum’s smile changed, but only for a moment. The next he was pulling me close, scooping me up until he could set both of us in a chair by a massive fireplace.
I let my head fall under his chin, my body languid and warm against his chest.
Soon we would have to prove that we were a bonded pair and were no danger to this world. But tonight, we would be able to enjoy just being the two of us.