Finding Faerie (Pixie Dust Chronicles 3)

“What’s going on in that head of yours, my dear?”

I smiled. “I was just thinking how beautiful you look right now.”

He chuckled. “I

sn’t that my line?”

I returned his laughter, stroking his face. “I mean it, Leo. You just look so happy. I’ve never seen you look like this. It’s incredible.”

He kissed me lightly on the lips. “I am happy…for the first time in many, many years.” Another kiss. “And that’s all because of you, my love.”

Leo was lazily drawing circles on my back sometime later as we lay in bed. I loved this feeling of being with him in such a tranquil setting. It felt like we were the only two people on the planet. I focused on the pattern he was drawing. They weren’t circles as I had previously thought; they were letters. I smiled as I realized he was writing his surname across my back...branding my skin with invisible ink. Typical Alpha male.

I turned my head on the pillow to face him. “Hey, you never answered my question earlier.”

He tucked my hair behind my ear. “What question was that, my love?”

“What’s your special vampire ability?”

He rolled onto his back and sighed. “Do you really have to know?”

I sat up on my elbow. “No, I don’t have to know, but I want to. I feel like there’s so much that we don’t know about each other. What’s the big deal? Is it some big trade secret that only those of the fanged persuasion can know?”

He laughed. “No, my dear, it’s not a secret. It may cause you to see me differently though.”

“How so?”

“Because it’s a rather…unique ability for a vampire to have. It’s actually a demonic trait.”

“Well, now I’m really curious. Besides, since when are you worried about being extraordinary?”

He smirked. “Touché.”

I playfully slugged his shoulder. “So give up the goods, Leo!”

He raised the sheet and looked pointedly at our naked bodies. “Didn’t I already do that? Multiple times?”

I couldn’t help myself; I slid down the bed and started fondling said goods. “Yes, you have. Quite thoroughly, in fact. But I want information.”

He fisted the sheets. “Keep doing that, and I’ll give you anything you want.”

I hummed as I took him deeply into my mouth until he hit the back of my throat. I pulled back and released him with a pop. “So, start talking, and I’ll keep going.”

His cock strained towards my mouth. “It’s happening right now. You and your incredibly talented mouth are making it happen.”

“Hmm?” I mumbled as I licked him from root to tip.

He gathered my hair and pulled it back as I bobbed up and down. “I can…feed…from sexual…Oh, just like that, my love…energy.”

I pulled back in surprise. “You can what?”

“Please don’t stop,” he begged.

I began stroking his length. “Did you say you can feed from sexual energy? Like an incubus?” An incubus, like their female counterpart, the succubus, feeds from sexual energy. They have sex for breakfast, lunch, and dinner. Literally.

“Yes,” he confirmed. “It’s not as potent as blood; I need a high concentration to gain any real sustenance.”

“What’s considered a ‘high concentration’?”