“Lucy?”
I jerk my head up.
“What’s wrong, Spark?”
“Liora, the first Light Bearer. Iradil loved her. Yes, your Iradil. He cut a sliver of actual starlight and put it in a locket for her. And after she died, he hid it away where they used to meet in secret. There is a literal Light Bearer locket full of starlight and it’s in the Fae Realm.”
My fingers itch.
“Like, we could gofindit. Just like that.”
The locket calls to me just like the first sun shard did, and I know I won’t rest until I have it in my hands. Something so beautiful shouldn’t be hidden away. It should be cherished. It should be with the Light Bearer, and for better or worse, that’s me. If I had something of Liora’s, some connection to her, maybe all of this would be easier.
“Just like that? Lucy, that was millennia ago. If it even still exists, going after it could be dangerous. The fae courts are at war with each other.”
“The fae courts arealwaysat war with each other. We’ll be careful. We could sneak in and back out before anyone’s the wiser.”
“I don’t know…”
“Pretty please? It could be my Yule present. And my Christmas present. And my birthday present. All of my presents for the next decade, I promise. I won’t ask for anything else.”
“You’re asking for a lot, Spark. You’re asking me to knowingly put you in harm’s way over a necklace.”
“We can bug out at the first sign of danger. Shadow walk right out of there.” I pout, sagging as much as I can while still restrained. How do I explain to the demon I love that I need this, not just the treasure, but the procurement of it? I need an adventure and I need to do something I’m good at for a change. And finding treasure… that’s something I’m very, very good at.
“Rez, I’ll do anything.Anything. If we can do this, I’ll train until I drop every day. I’ll stop bringing home every shiny thing I find on the streets and cluttering up the loft. I’ll do all the chores naked or in a skimpy maid outfit. I’ll be less of a brat. Or more of a brat—”
And just like that, in the middle of my very sophisticated argument in favor of going after treasure, I come.
I come so hard I nearly black out.
Apropos of absolutely nothing, I orgasm with such intensity that I can’t feel my toes anymore.
“Yaelyn’s coming up the stairs,” I pant, my voice shaky, as aftershocks of pleasure tremble through me.
The door snicks open a moment later and I hear my incubus drop his keys in the bowl on the little table in the entryway. I hear him shuck out of his wool coat and toe off his boots.
I hear him take his damn time, as though I haven’t been strung up and waiting for him for what feels like forever.
When he finally steps into the playroom, he looks me over with a smug smirk on his handsome face.
The bastard.
The amazing, mischievous, very talented bastard.
Not long after we bonded, when I took the sun shard he was protecting, he discovered that he could make me come with nothing but his magic. Since then, he’s been testing the limits of his magic, surprising me with orgasms when I least expect it. And I love it. I’ve come to love their little surprises: the magical orgasms, one of them coming home with New York City’s best Nutella cupcakes in pretty pink bakery boxes, waking up in the truck for an impromptu trip to the Yule Market in the kin town up north.
They’ve found so many lovely ways to surprise me.
Dang, if only surprise weddings were a thing.
“Good orgasm, Mischief?”
Fuck yeah it was. I’m still dazed. So dazed I’ve nearly forgotten about—
“Yaelyn! There’s treasure. Light Bearer treasure and it’s so shiny, and we could go find it.”
“I asked you a question, Lucy,” my incubus says sternly, and I know I’m in for it now, because when Yaelyn’s stern like this, he’s a single-minded master of giving pleasure—and denying it.
