Page 18 of Fae Torn


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The voices of the other Fae got louder, raised in heated arguments. The air was thick with anger and distrust, a breeding ground for discord that threatened their fragile alliance. My head throbbed with the cacophony of emotions swirling around me, making it difficult to focus.

It was now or never. If I did not sway them with my remaining powers, the alliance would break. Those Fae idiots stood nose-to-nose, screaming at each other, ready to pull their weapons.

Taking a deep breath, I stepped forward, my voice imbued with magic, cutting through the chaos like a well-honed blade.

“Our shared enemy cares not about our personal quarrels.”

My words echoed in the sudden silence that followed.

“We either stand united, or we fall divided.”

The truth of my statement hung in the room. I pushed a little more incubus persuasion. At the height of my power, I could have turned this into a two-day orgy, bathing in their sexual energy as the Fae fucked each other raw.

I sighed. Even if I had the strength, my bond with Beth prevented me from absorbing more than a smidgen. By now, the fools had simmered down under my influence and moved away from their adversaries.

“Let us focus on the true threat,” I urged, scanning the room. “Prys will not hesitate to destroy us all, given the chance. We must act as one, regardless of our past grievances. Our survival depends on it.”

Nods rippled across the gathering of warriors, and I allowed myself a small, weary smile. It seemed, at least for now, that reason had won the day. That, and my demon magic.

As the meeting adjourned, the weight of my deprivation pressed down on me again, my body aching with the need for sustenance. The pain of slow starvation was excruciating, ebbing and flowing through the day and the night, but I would suffer it gladly until Beth was free and safe.

If I had to drink from other Fae in the meantime, I would do it. As if she had heard my thoughts, Calla approached me, her hips swaying from side to side.

She was gorgeous, and my inner demon roared to life as she moved closer. Slender arms and legs belied the strength she held in her tight body.

Her lips were moist and full, and when her gaze met mine, her tongue darted between them. Her eyes widened, glowing with interest.

She stopped next to me and leaned against a tent pole. “I felt your desire. Are Eira and Hafren not enough for you?”

I looked around to make sure nobody overheard us. My voice was a raw whisper. “They serve me well, but I am in need again. Will you help?”

Calla placed a hand on my arm. “Of course. It is not a chore with you. Not only do you serve our cause, but you are battling the demon within you.”

I went ahead of her into the forest and found a place where we would not be disturbed. While I waited for Calla, the insatiable ache in my core flared. I closed my eyes, reaching out across the bond, praying I might feel a trace of Beth.

There she was. Her light flowed into me, momentarily easing the gnawing void. But her vibrancy seemed dull compared to before. Something was wrong. There was not much time left.

“Daeary.”

Calla sat beside me, brow furrowed with concern.

“You’re fading,” she said softly.

I nodded, too weary to pretend otherwise.

“The separation is killing you.” She placed a hand on my arm, her eyes brimming with compassion. “You must hold on, Daeary. We need your wisdom, your courage. But most of all, Beth needs you.”

Her words pierced my heart. Beth. My tether to life. I drew a shuddering breath. “She is my light in this darkness. But I need more.”

She pulled my head down until our lips met, and I sank into the kiss, pretending it was my mate, my Beth.

Our tongues caressed, then dueled, until her breath was heavy, sparking such desire in me, I had to hold back to not drain her with one deep, delicious inhale.

She was a flaxen-haired beauty, full lips curved in a teasing smile as she felt my influence. Her life-force was ripe with vibrant energy.

I inhaled slowly, arousal stirring as her scent washed over me. Jasmine and clove, heated skin and slick arousal. An offering, freely given. My cock hardened, aching with need.

Drawing the shadows around me, I pulled her to my feet. She gasped as I grasped her hand, spinning her into my arms.

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