Page 37 of Light Fae's Love
“You should both do this here in the middle, not on the edge. It’s safer to have something soft all around you, just in case,” he says, his voice quiet now as he caresses a lock of my wild red hair back from my face.
“That bad?” I lift an eyebrow at him as Lucca joins us and I twist my hair back into a bundle, moving it behind me now so it’s out of the way if any biting needs to happen. Fear cascades through me, but I try to control it.
My dark rainbows betray me, however, as they surge through the loft.
“Am I going to hurt until I can use your power for the demonstration?” I ask Lucca now, glancing at him.
“Hopefully not,” he says with tenderness as he takes up my hands and holds them, though his eyes are worried. “Generally, the pain only happens when my magic goes in and when it comes back out again, as it should remain dormant inside you until you call upon it to be used. I’ve never done this with a Dark Fae before, though, only Summer Fae when I was part of the Darkwatch.”
“So you don’t know precisely how it’ll go. Awesome.” I sit tall and sigh now, readying myself for whatever comes next. “Alright. Let’s do this. To delay any longer for my comfort’s sake will just make me more nervous.”
“And delay our sojourn to Rome,” Quinn says, lifting a pointed eyebrow.
“Right.” Scooting to me upon the bed, Lucca is very close now as he kisses my hands, then releases them. I feel from Quinn that he will have no part of this transfer, except to stabilize me with his magic of the Night, should I need it when Lucca pours his Light into me.
Lucca wraps one arm around me like we’re dancing while kneeling on the bed, pressing his warm palm to the center of my back, right behind my heart. He spreads his other hand, pressing that palm to my chest over my heart in front, and I feel the deep warmth of his hands as his power moves through me.
Right through my chest, blazing directly into my heart.
“My power must be held in your heart.” Lucca’s lips are close to mine now as he gazes down at me, his eyes a far gentler blue than before. “Don’t fight it as it goes in; try to open as wide as you can to embrace it. I will try to pour it as gently inside you as I can—but if I am to give my all, Ariana, there will be pain no matter how I try to control it. It will feel like a blaze, or a burn, and your whole body will spasm and fight it, because the power is not yours. Open up to that. Accept the burn, and know it is the burn of true love I give you now… because without me doing this, you will most likely die in Rome, and Quinn, too. And I will never let that happen.”
“I love you, Lucca. I trust you.” Lucca holds me close with his hands cupping my heart. Though I’m afraid of the pain, Quinn takes my hand, smoothing his thumb over my skin and lending his support. Steadiness flows through me now as I gaze up into Lucca’s beautiful blue eyes, luminous with love like a vividly sunny day. I swallow hard, feeling a wave of Quinn’s magic calm me.
Lucca nods, and I feel the flow of magic begin.
There’s no stopping it as Lucca pours the entirety of his blazing, tempestuous power inside me now. It’s like a river of heat at first, pouring into me as Lucca holds my gaze with his, cupping my heart between his hands in front and in back. I feel a strange mesmerization come from him as he gazes down at me, almost like a Vampire as his eyes blaze with a powerful, vivid white light.
But rather than holy, like I’ve seen it before when we made love, that light is ungodly now as Lucca lets the full power of his magic come. It seethes from his eyes and pours from his hands and body deep into my heart. His hands burn upon me, then scorch as I gasp and writhe, trying to escape it. My body fights the connection, though Lucca holds me firm from escaping with his hands, while Quinn pours a deep command into me.
A command to be still and allow the process to complete.
Then Lucca truly unleashes the floodgates of his power—and I scream as his magic devours me. Because it’s not just a burn now, it’s a sun going supernova, hammering into me as I scream with pure agony and ecstasy all at once. Sundered by that powerful, endless Light, I spasm back into Quinn’s arms as Lucca falls with me.
Keeping his hands firmly in place.
I’m laying back on Quinn now, with Lucca on his knees over me as if he’s going to take me. There’s nothing sexy about this torrent of terrible energy rushing through me, though. It is bliss and awfulness, seething within me, and too much Light as my power tries to fight back.
My magic blazes like midnight rainbows and gold-silver fire, surging from my every limb to battle Lucca’s. I feel it, trying to engulf Lucca’s terrible blaze and snuff it out with my Night. My magic is still largely untrained, however, and Lucca has known centuries of wielding his. With a determined push, he thrusts the full horror of his Light inside me. Lucca sets his jaw, letting everything go now as he thunders every last bit of his annihilating power inside me.
And I scream as I arch in madness—breaking wide open to Lucca’s Light.
There’s nothing inside me but pain and endless stars exploding as Lucca’s power tears through me, searing deep into my heart and consuming me. There is nothing but endless diamond light as I scream on and on, arching and spasming and shaking like my body will tear itself apart.
It’s like a thousand suns going supernova all at once, and nothing can stop this burn as it devours me. Nothing will save me from Lucca’s terrible Light as tears stream down my face, and matching ones stream down Lucca’s high cheeks as he feels what he’s doing to me.
But it isn’t finished; Lucca has to pour all of himself into me or this power may not be strong enough to return a Revenant before the Council of Rome. I scream as Lucca gives one last, final push—and I feel that blast skewer me more thoroughly than his father Archivolio Bellari’s lance of Light that nearly killed me weeks ago.
I’m ablaze; everything inside me is burning, even as I feel a faraway flow from Quinn desperately try to balance and cool Lucca’s terrible power incinerating me. But though my two men are matched in their magic, one is trying to pour everything he is inside me—while the other is definitely not.
I feel my body give in then, as my power opens wide. I’m embracing all of Lucca’s terrible Light in one massive wash of Night now, unprecedented in the black rainbows it hurls through the room in a hurricane.
And a maw of devouring opens deep inside me now, rather than my regular power.
Suddenly, it’s as if Lucca becomes locked to me as my power hauls him in close rather than shove him away. My magic is like the cosmos’ largest black hole as it devours Lucca’s light rather than let him push any more into me; Lucca gasps as he tries to pull back, his eyes flying wide.
My Dark Fae power has him now, though, and it’s not about to let go. Like the most horrible Vampire of the entire cosmos, I feel it devour everything he fed me, rather than let it be stored in my body.
As it tries to surge into Lucca now through our connection—and eat him alive.