Page 72 of Dark Master's Redemption

Hard, deep—and fast.

Lucca thuds into me now as our wet bodies thwack together on the rug. Steam billows around us in the bathroom from our shower; our Fae auras blaze, making that steam rush and ripple with a thousand colors of magic, as Lucca’s bright and my dark rainbows come together in an intense, prismatic glory. Our wings shoot from our spines as we both gasp and fuck hard, and try to hold on so we don’t come just yet. As we do, I feel Quinn sear into our connection.

Fucking with us, even though he’s so very far away.

Quinn works himself as Lucca and I fuck each other. As we all gasp now, pouring our emotions and sensations through the bond, I feel how Quinn’s Dark Haven gets some of it as well.

But I don’t care, as this hard fucking with one of my mates here and the other one joining us from far away fills me. It’s everything I need right now as bodies heave and thunder, magic roars and singes, and emotions careen and blaze.

As we all spiral up towards climax together, the Music bursts out between us. Creating impossible harmonies, it writes a single Ascendant Sigil all through our hearts and bodies now as it blazes between us. I understand that sigil, with both my physical eyes here in our world and my mind’s eye in the otherworld. It says surrender.

And I do, as Quinn, Lucca, and I pour our entire beings into our incredible life-saving fucking.

We revel in each other as we come, surrendering to this incredible fucking, and it regenerates us. Though we were spent, that vast Music and the Sigil it creates sears new life through us all now as we come hard, roaring with passion and surrendering to each other and the love we create.

That Sigil blazes through the night, banishing exhaustion as we are regenerated in love. As Lucca collapses atop me, I run my hands over his back, soothing him.

He’s sobbing, and I feel Quinn hitch hard breaths also as tears drip from his full, dark lashes. I’m crying also, letting it all flow not just for the pain and sorrow of everything we’ve gone through, but also the joy. I’m crying for the raw bliss of us all simply being together in this moment.

Alive and still bonded to each other, despite everything.

It’s enough. As Lucca’s sobs turn to laughs, an incredible, bright aura blazes from him. I join him in laughter as a similar aura sears from me; Quinn is with us, roaring out his laughter as he slaps the bed where he is, the brightest aura I’ve ever seen scalding off of him.

Because even though we go to battle tomorrow to get the Red Letter Hotel Florence back, and all of Quinn’s Vampires, it somehow feels like we’ve already won. The cards are stacked against us with the Vampire Council and all the resources they can give Florian; but that seems like a small thing, now that this tremendous spirit has possessed us.

As we all laugh, so very healed by what just happened between us, I feel Curio, then Devi and Arturos laugh through our Dark Haven’s bond. This beautiful recovery energy has spread to everyone.

As Dark Fae laugh, and revel, and heal, all through the night.

29

INVADE

Sunrise has come, and we’re in position to take back the Red Letter Hotel Florence. Dressed in dark charcoal Fae gear from a hidden stash of Lucca’s here on the human side of Florence, Lucca and I are now stationed in an ancient catacomb beneath the city.

Far beneath the Palazzo Medici Riccardi in the human world, the vaulted catacomb is clean enough, though it’s technically a sewer; it’s pretty much only a storm drain now, from how the ancient city of Florence has changed and remodeled over the years.

As Lucca and I wait with Alleno and Curio, however, I know this is the precise location we need to be in to burst through into the Florence Hotel once we cross Realms.

Which is up to me now, as I focus to get this show on the road.

Over twenty of Quinn’s Dark Fae wait with us, another twenty in a different location, waiting with Arturos, Devi, and Bello Bellissimo. A third group is with my parents and Luliana Ouros, waiting in a triangulate spot to the first two. Gunter’s Vampire-Giants are already in the Twilight Realm, courtesy of Luliana, set to assail the Hotel from the front as a diversion. My father has given them charms to allow them to borrow Quinn’s daywalking ability for the duration of our invasion, to not burn up as they assail the Hotel in broad daylight.

But all our groups below-ground form a massive triangle around the Florence Hotel, with Quinn and his returned Revenants at the epicenter.

Waiting to burst from his hiding place, the moment we all cross Realms.

The tricky part, however, is getting all three groups to cross Realms simultaneously, so we maintain the element of surprise once we enter the Florence Hotel. Arturos and Luliana can make spontaneous portals across Realms with their incredible power, portals that are stable with no sigils or charms to link them to; that’s why they’re the leaders of their particular groups.

My parents aren’t bonded to the Summer Fae military and Darkwatch anymore, and can’t make stable portals without extensive Faeanic sigil-work, and Lucca has always had strong charms before to help him make portals with his magic.

I’ve made a spontaneous portal across Realms with my Dark Fae gift, however, before I even knew I had magic. That makes me the leader of my group, and I focus now, concentrating on the feel of the Twilight Realm on the opposite side of an invisible quantum barrier that keeps our worlds separate.

I feel for the hum of that energy now, as Arturos instructed me before we set out today. As I go into a deep trance now, I feel a lot of things as I sense all the energies around me.

I feel the beating hearts of Lucca and my Dark Fae companions; I feel their breath, curling and moving through the dim space of the underground sewer, as they wait for me to do my thing. Everyone is counting on me to do this today; I banish that thought now, since it only makes me feel stressed and further from my goal, rather than closer.

As I feel out deeper, I finally sense the auric realms where magic happens. At a finer vibration than the coarser tuning of the human world, those ephemeral wefts and weaves move with different currents than the human energies I was raised in.

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