Page 45 of Dark Fae's Destiny

Then moan, shuddering as Quinn takes me with his bite.

Lucca sucks my nipple hard now, stretching it out and biting, as Quinn grips me, drinking deep at my neck. Lucca echoes him at my breast; switching sides now, he bares both my breasts to the night as he works me while Quinn drinks.

Overcome by passion as the Music blazes between us, Quinn rips my dressing gown aside now, growling into my neck as he drinks. I’m so wet, my thighs are slick as he thrusts a hand down and opens me.

Then shoves two fingers roughly up inside me.

I gasp and explode with the Music as both my men take me, Lucca devouring my breasts as Quinn drinks from my neck and thrusts his fingers deep inside me. Quinn moans as he thrusts up into me again and again; I’m so wet. The Music powers up tenfold, then a hundredfold as it truly begins to sear between us, powerful in the night.

Our wings shoot out then, thundering through the hall; bright, dark, and fiery rainbows cascade through the night as a whirlwind of silver-gold, fire-red, and cerulean blue devours our power.

As we work a powerful Music into being now, I see ephemeral sigils in the otherworld, shining through to become manifest. I feel it then, as something tries to come to us. It’s something related to our lovemaking; a spontaneous manifestation of our togetherness as we enjoy each other in the night.

Quinn arrests the Music then, commanding it with his Master’s nature. With his fangs still in me, drinking from me in a powerful delight while finger-fucking me to maintain this high as Lucca ravages my breasts, I feel him go distant.

I feel it as Quinn uses his incredible mind now, and his unfailing command over all things magical, to pour himself into that ephemeral space. As he finds the sigils in the otherworld we want to create, I feel him start to harness them, pulling them out of the ether to become manifest in our world.

As the Music rings so powerfully inside us and all around, I feel Quinn try to assemble the phrase we need out of its parts. Even as he tries, with all his masterful command over the Music, that phrase suddenly breaks in the otherworld. Our Music doesn’t lose its tune or become discordant, not like it once did with Staphylogenes’ power in our mix, but it doesn’t manifest the phrase Quinn’s looking for, either.

As those Ascendant Sigils shred apart—no longer manifest.

The Music crumbles. It snaps out between us, recoiling like a broken rubber band as those Ascendant Sigils rip. That recoil shoves us apart with the strength of its snap.

As we separate, heaving hard breaths with me in a decidedly carnal state of undress, Quinn gasps in pain. I whirl around fast, as Lucca comes to him, as well. We both know the consequences of the Music breaking and recoiling upon Quinn.

As we’re shocked—fearing the return of his Revenant state.

Quinn is just in pain, however, as he leans on the table and holds his hands to his head like he has a massive headache. He growls, then slams one fist to the ebony wood in a gesture of frustration I rarely see from him.

Cussing a blue streak in his native Italian.

“Well, I guess that didn’t work,” Lucca says as he and I help ease Quinn to a seat at the table.

“I almost had it! And then it all just shredded apart…” Quinn growls now as he curries his hands through his dark auburn hair, massaging his scalp as he shakes his head to clear it. “Fucking hells…”

“Maybe we need to try something different.” I kneel before Quinn, stroking his thigh as I pull my disheveled robe closed, thinking.

“Such as?” Quinn lifts a dark eyebrow, though I can feel how much his head still hurts as he massages his temples.

“Well… the phrase the Gold Eyes gave us, Find the way to the tomb of Staphylogenes’ heart, is sort of like, open sesame,” I say now as I ponder it, some deep truth rising inside me as I think about what we’re trying to do here. “It’s a heartfelt wish to get our maps, especially Iris’, to reveal information to us. To open their secrets and let us see where to start. Maybe thinking about our objective that way might be better than trying to pull it from the otherworld piece by piece.”

“Ariana, you’re right!” Quinn’s hands fall from his head as his mind goes a mile a minute once more. “I’ve been thinking about this all wrong. When Lucca summoned complex phrases of the Music to do his intention a few days ago, he didn’t think of the parts of those phrases. He tuned into the feeling of what needed to happen—and it did. It makes sense that the Music works holistically to manifest whatever it needs to when we summon it. Not piecemeal.”

“Everything that came from us before was instinctual.” Lucca nods, his hand on Quinn’s shoulder. “My phrases were, too, when I banished my father’s magic and shattered his throne. I was only thinking about the outcome, not the process. And the phrases became manifest.”

“What needs to happen here is just to unlock Iris’ map and find where to begin.” Quinn nods as he glances at the maps on the table. “Staphylogenes has given us the key, but perhaps it’s not as complex as he said.”

“Open sesame.” I joke again as I grin, though I mean what I say. “Hey, it worked for Ali Baba. Why can’t it work for us?”

“I’ll try it, or something like it.” Quinn grins back at me now—and my heart soars, because grins from him are so very rare. As we all stand from the table, I feel a renewed energy take us.

To do this—and find the way to Staphylogenes’ heart.

“Open sesame.” Lucca jokes now as he steps back to where he was before. Kissing my lips, he gives a renegade grin as his blue eyes light.

“Open sesame.” Quinn echoes as he takes up his place behind me, kissing my neck and gently licking his fresh bite upon my skin. I shudder rather than wince, because Quinn is able to mesmerize me through his magic so his bite doesn’t hurt. But as he sucks gently now on that trickling flow of blood, he sighs. Moulding back into place, he eases his hand down.

Slipping up far more gently into me this time—and taking me with delight.

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