In Pursuit of Light

by Sarah B Meadows

  I push some of my energy and feelings back to her - my puzzlement at how she’s burrowed her way into my heart, and my desire of wanting to give her everything and anything, just to see her beautiful smile. Matt’s face flicks across my vision along with more sincere emotions.

  Her hands rest on either side of my head as she pulls at my energy, which I give freely. She urges back some more of her own while diving back into my mouth.

  “Rolland, need more.” It’s her voice again, yet it's so quiet still. “Please, Rolland, it feels like I am chasing something.”

  Oh man, she needs a release after all three of us have worked her up.

  Kia eases back and I find her eyes glowing silver, pulsing, pulling me in so I can’t look away. Not that I have any intention of doing so. Her dark hair falls on either side of our faces, cutting most of the light off, and causes her eyes to shine even brighter.

  “Kia-”

  She plunders my mouth again and I lose track of all rational thought. She grinds her warm sweet body into me, rubbing her clit along my hardness. I hear her sharp intake of breath as she leans back. Shit. This is it. She's going to snap and run.

  Peeking an eye open, I find her silver gems glowing orange around their edges. Shit. She doesn’t move, and neither do I, both stuck in this moment of time. Suddenly I feel a warmth around my cock, almost as if she’s wrapped her small hand round it and I suck in a breath as I watch more orange seep into her eyes. As we stare at one another, I can feel energy swirl around my hardness, and it feels as if she’s pulling on it with the heat of her pussy. Shit, am I inside her? When did that happen?

  Kia’s eyes appear almost fully orange now and we still haven’t moved.

  “Kia. I’m about to lose my shit, and if I’m inside you, we could have a problem.”

  Her face furrows in perplexity, but then something seems to dawn on her. “Inside?” Her voice, light and silvery, is full of curiousness as she tilts her head a fraction.

  More energy surrounds me, and my body moves of its own accord, grinding up into her. She finally closes her eyes, taking her bottom lip into her mouth.

  “Please, Rolland, a little more.”

  Unable to deny her, I pull her down into me. “Yes, Rolland.” More heat centers around my cock, and I know I’m seconds from coming undone. I close my eyes to try and keep a hold on the little amount of control I have left but I’m unable to stop my body from moving of its own accord. Not that I’m truly fighting it though. In response, a noise much like a growl comes from the back of her throat as she grinds hard against me, and just like that, my control is gone.

  Capturing her lips roughly, I hear her whimper as her tongue dances around mine and I feel the warmth around my cock give a hard yank. I grunt again, forcing my tongue deeper into her mouth and as the energy pulls one more time, I feel myself come. At the same time, Kia pulls desperately at my head, and I hear her make another noise as she bites my lip. Shit. What the hell just happened?

  Kia is panting heavily, as she finally let’s go of my lip, moving her head to rest on my chest. My breathing is equally ragged, and I feel almost dizzy. As we lay there together trying to calm ourselves, I begin to feel her pain coming through. I can’t help but wonder if I didn’t feel it for a bit because she was able to control it, or if it was because we were so wrapped up in the pleasure of each other that we were allowed a moment of reprieve.

  My mind slowly starts to clear, but my body still feels exhausted despite the nap we had. With my left hand, I quietly stroke Kia’s soft hair as my right skims its way up her arm where it rests lightly on my chest. As I continue to soothe her, contentment, peace, and happiness begin to override the pain, and I can’t help the smile the spreads across my face. Kia’s turns her head to look up at me, propping her chin up with her hand.

  Don’t look at her, Rolland. Don’t look. Just don’t. You know she’ll be the death of you, and yet you wouldn’t regret it. My smile grows even bigger at my thoughts and a small laugh escapes me. Happiness continues to roll through me, and I open my eyes to the perfect vision of Kia’s face as it beams up at me.

  “Happy?” I ask her cheekily. She nods her head quickly in response as she sucks her lips into her teeth. I lift my head to look down her body and see that she’s still wearing the boxers Matt put on her earlier. How the hell did she make it feel like I was actually buried deep inside her?

  Completely dumbstruck, I flop my head back down on the pillow, and hear Seb’s light footsteps returning. “I don’t know about you two, but I’m starving,” he says as he comes into the room. I throw my right arm over my eyes to block him out as I am in no way ready to face him yet.

  “Rolland, you want some soup? It’s the last from that batch and there are rolls too,” he says as his smoky tone travels across the room, followed by the weight of his body pressing into the bed. “Rolland? Did you fall back to sleep?”

  “I wish I had,” I grumble. No, that’s not true. That was fucking amazing, whatever the hell that was. What the fuck am I going to do? Kia’s brilliant smile flashes behind my closed eyelids and my heart skips a beat. In response, I feel her happiness, chased by desire, as they play their way through my veins. Oh man, she’s fucking relentless!

  “I’m awake, Seb. I just need a minute alone in the bathroom,” I clarify before taking a few deep breaths and removing my arm from my face. Blinking several times to adjust to the light, I sit up slowly, resting my weight on my arms. Kia rises slightly at the same time and while I feel her pain flicker through me, I find it’s easier now to process. I’m getting used to its presence, although it still wears on me.

  Making sure she’s okay, I find Kia is looking at Seb and I know she wants to go to him. “Kia, do you think you could behave while I use the bathroom?” I ask playfully, running my eyes over her body, noticing her skin is looking a lot better than it did before we all took a nap. Bruises still mar the length of her small arms and legs, but they appear to be fading.

  She turns, frowning slightly, but a smile plays at the corner of her mouth before she nods and starts to ease herself away from me. Pain flares from her knees with the movement, so I stop her. “I think it would be easier if you take her from me, Seb,” I say. Understanding, he maneuvers his body around until he’s resting up against the headboard. Snaking his arms around her waist, he carefully eases her onto his lap until she’s sitting sideways on him, facing me, my hand maintaining constant contact with some part of her body as she moves.

  “Seriously?” Seb says as he shakes his head in disbelief. I find his chiseled face looking down at the wet patch on my trousers and I simply shrug in response.

  “You have no idea, Brother. You have no idea.” I don’t even feel guilty for it. And I can’t, not when the result was the way she smiled at me.

  Dropping my eyes to her, I see she's looking toward the bathroom as though she wants to go herself. “Kia. I’m going to have to let go for just a couple of minutes to freshen up then I’ll be back. We’ll get you fed and healed up and then you can go. Do you think you can hold out for that long?” I ask her. She looks at me hesitantly for a moment before dipping her chin slightly in response. Quickly but carefully I pull away from her and head off to the en-suite to clean myself up.

  Taking off the now soiled trousers, I grab a clean pair out of the drawer and notice that there aren’t many left. I could seriously do with some of my own clothes. I throw the dirty pants in the basket, and as I start to wash myself, I feel worry begin to flow through me, causing me to stop and frown. Am I feeling Kia’s emotions from in here? I do a quick once over, and it’s almost as if I can still feel her pain. Perhaps it’s my mind thinking it’s still in pain, even when it’s not.

  Finishing up, I head back into the bedroom and find Seb with his eyes closed and Kia resting her head against his chest. I pause my steps for a moment, wishing I could leave her there in his arms, as I’m loathed to disrupt their contented states. If it wasn’t for the small frown on Kia’s brow,
and the barely visible tremor across her shoulders, you’d think she wasn’t in any pain.

  I continue on to the bed, and as I sit down, I’m momentarily shocked that I can feel my body taking Kia’s pain before I’ve even touch her. Scooting closer, I ease her legs onto my lap and immediately pull all of her pain away from her. As I do, I hear her release a soft breath and see a smile appear on her lips, though she keeps her eyes closed, and her head turned into Seb’s chest. Happiness streams from her in steady waves, and I can’t help but savour the moment.

  Seb passes a bowl and a warm roll over to me before taking another bowl and holding it out in front of Kia. “Kia?” he asks quietly. She’s still smiling but opens her eyes to see the soup he is offering her.

  I start tucking into my soup, enjoying it and the bread that’s still fresh. Kia sits up taking the bowl from Seb as he picks up another roll and holds it out to her. She looks at it like she did the shirt last night, and shakes her head no, before turning to watch me eat mine, her eyebrows raised.

  “It’s bread, Kia, what’s called a roll and they’re delicious. Soft and warm on the inside and slightly crunchy on the outside," I encourage. She shakes her head no again, and I frown. A no to bread? With a shrug of his shoulders, Seb begins tearing off pieces of his roll, dipping them into his soup.

  “While it’s on my mind, Rolland, I meant to tell you something Jack told me earlier.” I nod at Seb slightly, confirming to him that I’m listening before returning my attention back to my soup. “He said that there are more people like us trapped here in Gaia.”

  I stop mid-chew and glance over at him. At the same time, Kia peeks up at me, and I realise she must be just as in tune with my emotions as I am with hers. She studies me for a moment, then looks to Seb, but he’s a much better actor than I am. I continue to chew and focus once again on my food. “Go on...” I say apprehensively.

  “Jack and others like him, watch over small groups of people like us. Our energy, when in significant numbers, is like a beacon attracting those that would rather see us dead, or worse.”

  There’s no pause in my eating, but I can’t help the feeling of concern and worry about Kia that settles like a rock in my core. I feel her foot move to touch me in order to get my attention and I look up at her - she knows we’re talking telepathically and doesn’t like being cut off from the conversation, especially when she can feel that it's worrying me. Funny how I was able to get all of that, just from one look.

  “Sorry, Kia. We’re being rude, but we don’t want you worrying more than you already are,” I explain. She studies me for a moment, and I can tell she isn’t happy. Her head drops, and her emotions hit me hard - hurt, disappointment and fear start to creep back in.

  “Okay, I’ll make you a deal. You finish eating and let us heal both of your knees, then Seb can tell both of us what Jack had to say,” I encourage. From the corner of my eye I see Seb’s face scrunch up as though I just punched him. Shit, it can’t be that bad.

  “You need to get yourself out of that one, because I am not telling her,” he states, glaringly. Luckily, Kia seems content with my offer and has already tucked herself back into her soup, so doesn’t see the silent heated exchange between us.

  Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck. Me and my big mouth!

  Chapter Twenty-Four

  Sebastian

  Rolland and his big mouth. I don’t feel comfortable keeping things from Kia, yet she doesn’t need to know how her energy is a beacon attracting all kinds of trouble. Maybe I can distract her from remembering Rolland’s deal?

  Turning my attention to Kia, I’m happy to see she’s busy eating her soup. She seems to struggle slightly with the spoon, and I notice her glancing at Rolland a few times, studying how he is eating. I frown slightly, wondering how her people live and eat. The fruit seemed to come second nature to her, but the bread doesn't. Kia watches Rolland put the empty bowl on the side and looks down at her own.

  “Are you still hungry?” I ask her. She shakes her head and then turns to the water jug. Taking the bowl from her, I fill her a glass, which she gulps down eagerly, then passes it back. She fidgets slightly on my lap, rubbing my cock. Shit. I don’t think she meant to arouse me intentionally, but with Kia, it doesn’t take much. Just looking at her lips will do it.

  “Ready?” She nods, keeping her eyes on me and her hands in her lap. Rolland’s got his hands around her ankles, appearing to be more than happy to let her stay with me. He seriously looks like shit and I haven’t seen him this bad in a very long time. His hair is still a little damp from their shower and in need of a comb, but his cheeks have regained some colour from whatever happened earlier. Unfortunately, the rest of him is still pale in comparison to his usual tanned tone. At least he’s not sweating like he was last night. I was beginning to worry he was going to pass out.

  Looking down at Kia’s legs, they’re both heavily bruised with far too many cuts and scrapes to heal at the same time as doing her knees. Placing my right hand on the leg closest to me, I start easing some energy into it and I can feel that there are small pieces of broken bones, as well as some substantial ligament damage.

  I hear Kia’s breathing change a little before she turns into me, burrowing her head into my chest. Stroking her head to comfort her, I hope she feels at least a little safety within my arms.

  It feels like most of the bones have healed back together, so I begin working on the tissue. I glance over at Rolland to find his eyes closed and a faint frown on his face. Kia has relaxed into my arms and it feels like she’s fallen asleep. I continue to study Rolland as his brow pulls down harder and a sheen of sweat appears across his head. Is he doing more than taking her pain away?

  With the first knee healed, I move my hand to her left leg and begin easing energy into it. Kia is still relaxed against me, her breathing even, but I keep my eyes on Rolland, hoping this isn’t a repeat of earlier. Focusing my attention on her knee, I pull the bones back together - Rolland’s jaw clenches as he takes a deep, steadying breath. I keep an even stream trickling into her knee, carefully fixing the tendons and tissue. With the second knee fully healed, I skip my eyes to Kia, then back to Rolland, but neither of them stirs or reacts.

  “Rolland, I’m done,” I speak to his mind. He doesn’t move or reply. Fuck.

  “Rolland?” I say just a bit little louder. Still nothing.

  I decide to speak out aloud, hoping I don’t startle Kia too much. “Kia, Rolland, I’m finished.” Still nothing. What the hell is going on with these two?

  Rolland is sweating even more, and his breathing has slowed significantly. Fuck, that can’t be good.

  I lean over a fraction to try shaking him, but all he does is hold on tighter to Kia’s ankle to which she makes a small noise in response. I tilt her head back to find her eyes shut as though she’s sleeping.

  “Kia, wake up for me. It’s me, Sebastian,” I speak to her softly. She doesn’t open her eyes, but her brow furrows slightly. “Kia, wake up. Rolland needs out of there now,” I say more firmly. She frowns harder. “Come on, Kia. I know you can hear me. Wake up!” I demand.

  She opens her eyes, pulling herself up a little too quickly which tugs her body from Rolland a little. He holds on tighter to her ankle before Kia moves from my lap, pushing herself closer to him.

  Worried that she’ll overwhelm her mind again, I put a hand on her arm to get her attention. “Kia, you can’t overstrain yourself. When you woke Rolland with your energy before, you fell deep into your mind and Jack struggled to find you,” I caution quickly.

  Kia turns to me, running her eyes over my face, before placing one hand on my chest and the other Rolland’s, closing her eyes when she’s connected to both of us.

  “Rolland?” Is that Kia’s voice? Her accent is unusual and not one I’ve heard before. I feel energy get pulled from my chest into Kia’s hand.

  Observing her carefully, I watch her face for any sign of exertion, but it remains passive though I sense her breathing increase a lit
tle.

  “Rolland, come back.” Her voice is quiet, laced with worry and emotion.

  Energy gets yanked from me hard and fast, causing me to close my eyes from the pain that laces through me. A vision of Rolland slumped on a dark stone floor flashes across my mind. I whip my eyes open to see tears rolling down Kia’s cheeks, yet her face continues to remain calm.

  Another drag of energy gets wrenched roughly from me, tightening my chest, making it hard to breathe.

  Rolland finally takes a deep breath in and opens his eyes wide. When he sees Kia, he tugs her to his chest firmly. “It’s okay, sweetheart. I’m fine. I’m fine,” Rolland soothes urgently, stroking her hair. Kia takes a shuddering breath, but she manages to stay calm and not break down completely. Rolland kisses her head as he takes a few calming breaths.

  “What happened, Rolland?” I ask with concern. So much of this is new to us and a lot of what is happening doesn’t make any sense, but I haven’t questioned any of it. When you see such a small body like Kia’s riddled with evidence of serious abuse, you stop reasoning and just start reacting instinctively. But seeing Rolland like this is too much - I need to know what happens when they drop out like that.

  “Just give me a moment, Brother,” he presses, inhaling deeply. “Just let me catch my breath and bearings.” He closes his eyes, burying his nose into Kia. She leans back from him, but Rolland pulls her head back to his chest. “Just let me feel you a little longer, Kia. Please.” His voice breaks at the end, and my heart hurts for him.

  Guilt bubbles up at pushing them both too much and my usual control over my emotions slips, allowing them to leak out to Rolland.

  “Seb, you’re fine. This is just all new to me. It’s not your fault,” he assures, looking over at me. As he does, I notice his lake-blue eyes look even more drained, which cranks my unease up further. “Kia can move about without help now. Totally worth it,” he approves with a triumphant smile, trying to ease my concerns.