Page 32 of Dark Fae's Destiny

“You can’t get away from me, Ariana.” He reads my mind now, knowing that it thrills me how strong he is, even though I know my own Dark Fae might could match it now, if I tried.

“I don’t want to get away from you.” He massages my breasts, then takes my nipples gently in his fingertips. He pulls them, stretching them out as he rolls them deftly in his fingers. I arch for him, pressing back with my head on his shoulder and my ass contacting him now as I gasp.

Feeling his hardness so solid behind me in his pants.

Quinn’s in no rush tonight. He works me, gripping and rolling, then releasing my breasts and nipples until I’m searing hot, flushed and ready to be his. The Music begins to sing between us as we both heat; with a blink, I remember I’m supposed to be focusing on finding the path to the Nexus Realm where Staphylogenes’ heart is. I hear Quinn chuckle behind me.

Then feel him refocus on our agenda, too.

I feel something brighten inside me, then. As Quinn releases one nipple, stroking his hand down my belly to slip beneath the waistband of my pants, I feel the Music tighten, along with my body. As if it’s responding to our intimacy, to our slow, eager lovemaking in the way we like it best, the Music sings with a different harmony inside me and Quinn now than it ever has before.

I feel that vibration rush through me, along with the heat and spike of my desire. As Quinn slips his hand all the way down now, palming me, then rubbing my clit, I feel that Music brighten tenfold inside me.

As he slips a finger inside, then two, stretching me with a pleasurable ache, I arch for him. I grip him, shaking and shivering as he works me, then pulls out to rub my clit again, before plunging back inside.

I’m so wet, shaking now as Quinn devours me. He’s not even inside me yet, but the things he can do with just a simple touch are more than plenty, as I feel his power plunge into me now, over and over.

It’s strong, strong and bright now, rather than dark, ever since we retuned from the Sages. Quinn still has his darkness, but it’s like mine now as I see it inside my mind—bright with stars in the night, rather than seething with an empty, cavernous darkness.

It’s gorgeous, incredible as fire spills around the edges of the room now from Quinn’s unfurling aura. I’m thrusting for him, needing him to take me; I’m close, ready to come from what he’s doing.

Playing with me and making me spill my rainbow-dark aura all through the room.

Quinn chuckles diabolically as the Music blazes now between us. As his fangs graze me, ready to bite, I want him to do it. I tighten my thighs on his hand, securing him to me as I lift a hand, wrapping my fingers around his neck.

The Music careens, reckless and bright; Quinn loves it when I master him just a little, when really what he’s doing is mastering me to both my pleasure and his.

As his fangs slide into me and his fingers and power thrust up deep now, I scream, coming in a blaze for him as he works me harder.

But something else crashes into our lovemaking suddenly—before we can use the bright surge of my orgasm to hone in on our intent.

A tremendous explosion of the Music from Lucca, it blares with spears and war-horns all through Quinn and me as Lucca’s power suddenly roars our connections wide open, calling for our power.

We give it wholeheartedly, as Quinn and I feel he is in battle, terrible flashes of bright Summer Fae magic going off all around him in the night.

The rest of the United Haven feel it, too; as Quinn pulls his fangs from me and snarls, focusing his furious intent like a lance to wield all our power as one, we’ve got seven massive portals just ripping open right where Lucca is.

Getting his people back to the Red Letter Hotel Florence, fast.

But Lucca’s struck, then; I feel it as he tumbles from the sky on his owl Altenni, locked in battle with the Summer Fae Brightwatch Captain Junius Alterri. Junius carries something awful that he fights with; I have only a glimpse of a terrible silver-white spear festooned with the most grotesque black sigils I’ve ever seen as a physical pain rips through me, right through my upper thigh.

I scream, a short shriek as Quinn does the same, jolting. We both regroup fast, as true fear sweeps us. Because what we felt just now came from Lucca.

As Quinn and I open our connection to him wide now—and find disaster on the other side.

Lucca is down, the Summer Fae Brightwatch Commander Junius standing over him with some kind of Summer Fae devil-spear, as Quinn and I see through Lucca’s eyes. But before we can take in much, only that it looks like a bomb went off all around Lucca and Junius in the trees, our connection to Lucca becomes thick as mud.

It’s all Quinn and I can do to even reach Lucca now, as everything from him fades. I can still sense our connection, still feel it.

But everything with Lucca has gone radio silent.

As I glance at Quinn, feeling the horror in his eyes.

12

LOVE

Readiness fills me as I stand in Quinn’s lofted bedroom, taking in a new dress laid out on the bed. Gorgeous, it’s made of draping, waterfall silk in dragonfly tones, a Victorian riding dress with a modern Fae twist. The lace and silk shimmer in gossamer blues, purples, and greens, the bodice entirely encrusted with sapphires, emeralds, and amethyst. Quinn had this couture made with countless Dark Fae spells imbued into it; the fabric shimmers with midnight-rainbow sigils for protection today.

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