Page 6 of Dark Fae's Destiny

Everything between us heating deeply now, for sex rather than war.

“I think… it’s time to get naked.” Lucca gives the chuckle of a ruffian as he regards me. As Ariana hums her agreement, pulling my open shirt down now so she can kiss my bare shoulders, I feel my heart beat fast for them.

My beautiful lovers—safe beside me at last.

“We rest tonight,” I say decisively now, as I kiss Lucca’s soft lips and feel Ariana’s decadent touch, “then we’ll make preparations to go to Venice in the morning. We’ll ask Ariana’s parents how to find the Dark Fae in Venice and take Curio with us, just in case there are any tricks along the way. By tomorrow night, we’ll be in a place where we can get answers about our power. And hopefully learn how to uncouple our magic from the Gold Eyes, so we can build our lives in peace, at last.”

As both my lovers nod, I know we’ve come to accord. As Lucca rolls me down to the bed, Ariana mounting on top of me, I know I’m right where I want to be. Because even if what we face in the coming days or weeks is dire, it’s nothing compared to how I feel about them.

That emotion fills me up now as my heart pounds hard, filling my body with Lucca’s, Ariana’s, and my own blood, as it thunders in my chest. Ariana smiles down from her perch atop my groin as she feels it, filling me up. Lucca gives a wicked smile now as he runs a hand over my cock through my pants, gripping it.

“My, my, Quinn. Hot already?” He chuckles, even as Ariana changes position so she can grind down upon my most turgid member. Lucca lets her, relinquishing it as I give a small gasp, unable to control my ardor anymore around them.

Especially not when they tag-team me like this.

“You both are wicked.” I smile now, as I enjoy everything about this moment. “No matter what comes next, I’m putting that on both your headstones whenever we finally pass. My truly wicked duo, who fill me with true Light.”

“Your truly wicked trio.” Lucca begins to unbuckle my pants. His blue eyes have gone so dark they’re almost cobalt, his fingers insistent as they slide in and grip me, making me huff with pleasure. “Because we are your trio, Quinn, just as much as we are Ariana’s and also mine. We share power all ways now with this new bond of the Music between us. It makes the United Haven great—don’t forget that when you think those we leave behind here are weak. They’re not. They’re able to channel all our trio’s power now through our strange new Dark Fae bond. Just like we do.”

“They will be weak if we never get to Venice and remove the Gold Eyes’ taint from us, though.” Ariana stares me down. “Because, like us, they will be forever bonded to the will of the Gold Eyes in their deepest Night. And that is a darkness we can never escape, much less wrest our people away from. So we go to Venice and do what’s right?—”

“And break ourselves and all our people free of the Gold Eyes—to live in the Light, at last,” I say as my lovers stare at me.

A bright pact takes us then, as in our deepest hearts, we know what to do. Then Lucca is stroking me as Ariana lowers down to kiss me, and I’m swept up by their power.

I don’t even know when I come, but I do, as the pinnacle of our intense lovemaking hits its brightest height. As the Music streams from me and all of us, I come and come and come, as my lovers come with me.

But that sound is soon gone, unable to be sustained between us.

Until we break free of the Gold Eyes’ terrible might, at last.

3

HONEST

The next morning finds us saying goodbye to the Red Letter Hotel Florence yet again—except this time, it’s left in far better straits with all Quinn’s Dark Fae re-bound to us, ready to protect it.

As Quinn, Ariana, and I make a few final preparations for our drive to Venice, packing a variety of nice Fae and Vampire clothing since we have no clue what we’ll need when we get there, Ariana spends over an hour talking on the phone with her parents about the hidden Dark Fae citadel in Venice and how to find it.

As Quinn leaves Devi with instructions for the Hotel and the United Haven, Curio makes ready to travel with us. He’s best acquainted with the Dark Fae in Italy, since his mother was born among them, and knows how to contact them in Venice.

I leave instructions with Alleno to care for my owl Altenni, and for him to continue speaking with all the Summer Fae who have defected to the Hotel. Revolution is brewing; though it looks far different from what I originally envisioned, I know we need to keep the fires burning, even while Quinn, Ariana, and I are away.

Because we do not know how long it will take to master our Music and oust the Gold Eyes from our power. We have no idea if it will take a day, a week—maybe even a year. It all depends on what we find when we finally get to the Dark Fae in the Hidden City of Venice.

If we can get to them at all, elusive as they are.

“Remember, the Venice Dark Fae are extremely clandestine. No amount of goodwill or bravado will get them to open their doors to you. Show them your true selves. Only then will they trust you and allow you into the hidden city,” Curio says now as we pile into Quinn’s sleek black Maserati Ghibli.

Dressed in a black Vampire suit tonight with black lace detail, Quinn is driving; Ariana is in the passenger seat wearing an emerald green Fae couture gown that makes her hair and eyes absolutely pop, while I’m in the back in a pearl-grey Fae men’s suit with gold hi-lights.

Curio wears one of his winter white Victorian ensembles; sitting next to me in the back as Quinn revs the engine and tears out of the Hotel’s passenger loading area, Curio’s normally teasing face is grave as we discuss how we get into the hidden Dark Fae citadel in Venice.

“My parents were a little vague about how we do that. My father said we don’t find the Venice Dark Fae, they find us.” Ariana turns in her seat, glancing back at Curio and me as Quinn drives.

Quinn flashes a ruby ring at an ornate lamppost; we hear the high whine and see the bright flash of light that happens as we cross over from the Twilight Realm to the human world where the highways are faster and better maintained.

“How in seven hells are we supposed to let the Venice Dark Fae know we’re looking for them?” I ask now, fuzzy on the plan and frowning in the backseat. “I mean, we can’t march into Venice with a megaphone and start blaring that we’re looking for the Hidden City and its Dark Fae, somewhere in the center of Venice’s old town.”

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