Page 8 of Little Music of Night

“Come,” he snarled, his voice deep and rattling in his chest. “We cannot go back now.”

Couldn’t we? Couldn’t we leave her side and never return?No.

The answer was no.

My head fell back against his shoulder and I watched with heavy lids as Christy cried out, her voice music to my ears. Her orgasm shivered through her, her pants sending me over the edge.

I tensed against Erik, but his grip on me tightened. Cum burst from my cock, milky drops splattering over her breasts. The moment it touched her, it became transparent, but . . .

“Fuck,” Christy suddenly moaned.

“Come,” Erik demanded. “Again.Come for us, mate.”

Her body responded to his words, as if she were his puppet. Her fingers circled her clit faster, the sound of her wetness filling the room. I watched in awe as she rode her hand, her hips rocking, her moans haunting us.

She was beautiful.

Erik’s claws dug into me as he drove in harder. I whimpered as he bit me again, this time my other shoulder. But I loved it when he was rough with me, and we’d been together long enough, I knew what he wanted. I knew he wanted to taste me as he filled me, and that he also bit me to calm the part of him that wished to taste her.

I reveled in the pain. It made me feel alive. Submitting to him in this way kept me from falling apart. The fire in his fangs filled me with the need to find a way forward for us.

Christy had to see us.

One way or another, we needed her in our world.

“Come!” he roared.

Christy cried out as a second orgasm took its hold. I felt the gush of his cum inside me as he gave one final thrust, burying himself as deep as he possibly could.

I trembled around him, smiling as I felt the heat fill me. He purred against the side of my neck, kissing me there as we loomed over our mate.

Christy melted into the blankets, a sweaty, dripping mess. Her skin was flushed, her lips forming a relaxed, satisfied smile.

If only she realized we could give her so much more pleasure. That if she would let us into her life, she would be worshipped every day forever.

Erik slowly lifted me, his cocks pulling free. Cum dripped from me as his form returned to his more human-appearing self, but he still didn’t let me go. He turned me around, my legs winding around his hips. He carried me through the room, through the wall, taking us deeper and deeper through the apartment building until we came to our cavern beneath it all. Deep in the earth, a candlelit home that was the remnants of a theatre that’d been long forgotten and buried.

He laid me back on our opulent bed, kissing up and down my body. Down here, we could forget our curse. We could forget the cruel world. He was mine and I was his and we . . . we craved someone we weren’t so sure we could have.

My fingers glided through his black hair, pulling his face against my chest. He settled on top of me, his muscles relaxing.

“Why do you love me?” he whispered.

I smiled against the top of his head. “Not this again, Erik.”

“I mean it,” he growled. “I cannot fathom loving me.”

“Do you love me?”

“Of course. Don’t be absurd.”

“You love me as I love you,” I said softly. “All your faults. Your darkness. The cracks in your soul. I love your kindness as much as your cruelty. How could you doubt that?”

“Because I cannot love me,” he whispered. “I am a monster.”

I sighed, my eyes drifting shut. “I love you enough for both of us. Besides, we are both monsters. It’s hardly an issue.”

“But she is human. She cannot see phantoms, and?—”