"With your power of killing with a name. What does it mean if you gave it to him."

"Doesn't work on demons anyway." I wrapped my arms around her from behind. She looked stunning, clothed only in jewelry and my arms. I palmed her breast and promised myself again that I would protect her as I should have from the start.

"Demons are immune?"

"Hmm, not really I suppose but demons have a hidden name. Something they are born with. No one knows it but them and they never tell their names if they can help it."

"So you don't know Lorcan’s?" She asked.

“No, love. That isn’t something a demon gives away. It would be like giving away your hoard.”

“What reason would I have for that?” She asked, sounding offended by the idea.

“Exactly,” I said with a chuckle. “A demon giving their name…it would tie them to a person. It gives the person immense power over them. They are no longer immune from certain powers and magic. They are normally immortal but giving a name means you could be made mortal, could die.”

Lacey looked at me in the mirror while I talked, her hands running across the back of my arms wrapped around her.

“You’re much more gentle than I expected,” she said. I smiled at her in the mirror.

“I have to be for a little leprechaun like you.”

“You ass, I’m not little. I’m five foot seven,” she broke away with a frustrated groan. “You said that to piss me off on purpose,” she shouted as she disappeared into a closet. I chuckled as I heard her grumble something about the British fae giving her people a bad name.

23

“Lacey,” I groaned in the dream as she came again, gasping and trembling beneath me. She was spent beyond belief but I kept pushing for more of her pleasure. I was addicted to it. I couldn’t truly feed from her in dreams so there was no risk to her life.

“Lorcan,” she sighed as I dipped my head between her legs and tasted her again. Her hands wrapped around my horns, brushing the texture, making me groan in appreciation against her. I gripped her hips in my demonic-clawed hands, holding her to my mouth so she couldn’t escape the pleasure I needed to give her. Her legs shook around my face as she writhed and whimpered.

She came again and began begging me to finally fuck her. My tail slid up her legs as I crawled between them, kissing a path from one breast to the next before my mouth was on hers. My tail slid around my cock, helping guide me inside her. She was so wet from all the times I licked her and all the times she came, bucking against my hand and mouth.

She sighed against my mouth, her body relaxing into a puddle beneath me as my cock slid inside her.