by Young, Mila
“Dahvi,” I panted as my body convulsed.
I wanted more. More. More. More. My heart cried out for him, like dry soil desperate for a soaking rain.
Each pass of his tongue rocketed me into the heavens. My pussy throbbed. He consumed every last drop of me. Every muscle seized with pleasure as he tipped me over the edge. I belonged to him, and he knew it. He left my body rocking with everything he had to give.
Gods. We hardly knew each other. But I was eager to give myself to him. Damn, those genies’ charms. They worked to seduce me, all right.
The bridge of my pleasure intensified, and a scream of ecstasy pressed the back of my throat. But I didn’t want Scarlet to hear me. This was her grandmother’s room! What might she think of us? I bet her grandma never anticipated hot genie action happening in her dusty, old room! I grabbed a pillow, pressing it to my face, and unleashed my scream as my body shuddered with the orgasm devouring me.
Dahvi pulled the pillow away and licked his lips.
Now that was sexy. I wanted to do the same for him. Suck him. Taste him. Swallow him.
I’d been left breathless, and my heart worked overtime to pump the blood from my privates to the rest of my body.
Dahvi’s excitement tested the fabric of his pants.
Flames swarmed in my libido, and I propped myself up on my elbows. I gawked as he stroked his cock through the material. Slowly, as if to tease me, he stripped away his pants, doing a little sexy jig and tossing his pants on my head. I yanked them off and threw them aside. My attention focused on his hardness. The thick, swollen head of his cock throbbed, dripping a bead of white liquid. He slowly caressed his shaft for me, and it twitched in his fingers. I could tell he liked to take his time. Build anticipation. Take things slowly. Make it last. He was going to kill me with his sexiness.
I was hypnotized by his motions. All my thoughts trained on Dahvi. Every inch of me trembled with desire to have him inside me. The wait was driving me crazy, and I ached for him.
Dahvi climbed over me. The heavy length of his penis danced in the air like a magical wand. It jerked as I clasped his shaft with an eager hand. A grunt tore from him.
I yearned to take him into my mouth and make him scream. Passion surged in his aqua eyes, and I answered the call of my senses by licking his waiting tip. He responded by grabbing my hair and pulling me away.
“No,” he said as some of his pre-cum dripped on me.
What had happened to my shy, sweet Dahvi?
Urgency pulsed through me. To kiss him. For him to enter me. He enjoyed making me wait, teasing me, which made me want him even more. For now, I was no longer his master. I willingly surrendered to him. Whatever he wanted I was up for it. My body was his.
“Gods, your beautiful,” he said.
Lightning bolts flashed through me as he ran his fingers through my hair.
Had he taken a look at himself in a mirror lately?
My fingers found my face. He thought I was beautiful?
He ran his hands over my hips and underneath my ass. His gaze turned me into a simmering puddle. In one quick motion, he flipped me onto my stomach as if I weighed nothing. Those sleek hands of his glazed over my butt like silk sheets. His touch was pure heaven. His fingers grazed my wetness, and he laughed, the sound stoking the fire within me.
“Please,” I begged, wanting him to have his way with me before I burst from the pressure of my anticipation.
“Patience, Master,” he said, his voice pure sex.
Heat fanned across my body as he spread my legs. His hardness caressed my inner lips, teasing me. Hunger charged through me. I was drowning in his game but loving every second of it. Gods. I might be dripping all over Scarlet’s grandmother’s quilt. Dahvi better hurry up and take me before I ruined the thing!
To my immense relief, he did just that, easing into me, soft and shallow at first, as if testing me. When I moaned, he pressed deeper.
“I’m not hurting you, am I?”
I laughed. “You’re not hurting me enough.”
He was longer than Kaza and reached the end of me, stretching me. But I adored every inch of him.
I lifted my ass, meeting each steady thrust. My entire body wanted to be consumed by him. To burn in the heat that poured from him.
The springs in the mattress creaked with each thrust of his strong hips.
To hell with it. I no longer cared if my friend heard. Hopefully she’d be happy for me. I sure as hell know I’d be if she found someone as amazing as Dahvi.
The genie’s pace quickened, and I fisted the quilt. With each pound, I gasped for air.
“Gods,” I said, meeting each strike, diving into his passion, drowning in it.
His fingers laced with mine as he lowered his stomach to my back, his body slapping mine, harder and faster. I let go, and a second orgasm gripped me. My whole body quaked from pleasure I’d never even known was possible. If only I could remain on this high for eternity.
The walls of my pussy clenched, squeezing him, and he groaned with his own pleasure that pulsed into me. He collapsed onto me, and I melted under the scorching heat he radiated. Our breaths heaved in perfect unison.
Pale-blue flames licked across my arms and hands. My heart thumped under my breastbone.
Dahvi rolled off me, and I rested on my side to face him. My hands found his hard stomach. Blue fire ignited on his chest. I felt a calling within me. Flames lit awake inside me, too.
I was curious to know how it worked. “Did you imprint on me too?” I asked, touching my chest.
Dahvi nodded. “Our hearts are now entwined.”
I felt him probe the depths of my soul, like fingers flicking through a book containing all the pages of my life. But when he touched the pain I’d buried, I grew frightened and shut down my side of the connection.
He brushed hair away from my eyes. “Do you want to read me?”
My mind screamed at me to search him back. To discover the life of a genie. Before I could stop myself, I dove into him, peeling back the layers.
Someone had hurt him before. Broken off a commitment of lifelong love. Now, he yearned for someone to fill the void inside him. But, like me, he didn’t trust his heart with just anyone. Appreciation spilled through me that he’d entrusted it with me.
“Why did she leave you?” I asked, holding his fiery pendant between my thumb and forefinger.
The genie traced a finger along my navel. “She loved someone else.” The agony in his words cut into me like a knife. “We were all hurt by someone. I don’t dwell on it. That’s in the past.”
Maybe I should take a page out of his book. My pain only served to drag me down. I didn’t want to end up all twisted and dark like the vizier. But something about letting my pain go, about being naked, exposed, and vulnerable…it terrified me. And I had more than just Dahvi to contend with. I was also bonded to Kaza. At any time, he could split me open, examine my heart, and take me to pieces. Lay me bare for the world to see. I hadn’t even shared my soul with Ali or Scarlet. The idea of not being able to hide behind anything made me want to clam up.
Speaking of the Kaza issue…that gnawed at the back of my mind, too. My fondness for him. My affection for Dahvi. My unexplored attraction for Zand. For wanting to deepen my bonds with the genies deepen. But I had to wonder whether that was possible, given the circumstances. Whatever the outcome, I was up for it and for the promise of more of what the genies offered me.
Dahvi’s fingers curled around the back of my neck, pulling me closer. “It is odd in your culture that you lay with my brother and me?”
Heat rose in my cheeks. Damn, this bond thing. Now I couldn’t keep anything a secret. “Yes. In Utaara, only the sultan or the rich, fat cats have multiple mates.”
Finally, Dahvi kissed me. A long, sweet, and soft touch on my lips. When he pulled away, he said, “It’s perfectly acceptable in my society.”
Why couldn’t Utaara be like that? Everyone chose who they wanted, how many they wa
nted without persecution or judgment.
“You don’t care that I am bonded with Kaza?”
“Not at all.” Dahvi’s mouth brushed the tip of my nose. “He is my brother. Seeing you both happy makes me happy.”
Gods. Well, that was one weight off my mind.
Dahvi crushed me to his chest. His hands cupped my cheek. “You look tired, Master. Please, sleep.”
“I’m pretty exhausted, but I want to spend time with you.” I lay there, my eyelids growing heavy. I hadn’t had a wink in over one rotation of the sun. Everything was finally starting to catch up with me.
The sound of his heartbeat lulled me into oblivion. I’d much rather remain in his arms than face my troubles. There was always tomorrow for that.
Chapter 10
Back at home, my troubles came flooding back. Furniture was overthrown. The lamp busted. Cushions tossed onto the floor. A plate smashed.
My heart caught in my throat. Gods! Had the vizier’s guards ransacked my place and taken the genie and my brother? Breathing was close to impossible as I tip-toed through the mess that was once my hovel.
“Ali! Where are you?” My voice quivered.
Karim jumped up and shrieked at me pointing to the kitchen counter. His eyes were wide and startled. I crushed him to my chest.
A grunting sound from deeper inside. Hope flared in my chest. Someone was alive. Ali!
On the kitchen floor, I found Zand and Ali in a tangle of limbs, roughhousing, shoving each other, and making guttural noises. Neither of them wore a shirt or vest. Both were covered in a sheen of sweat. Ali had the genie in a headlock and pinned to the ground.
“Submit. Submit!” my brother yelled and laughed.
“All right, you win,” said Zand, his abdomen tight and showing off his abs. “Again.”
I glanced at Dahvi, who stood there watched them, running his fiery pendant up and down his necklace, and grinning.
What the heck was going on here? Exactly how long had they been wrestling like this? A rush of panic clawed at my insides. Did the monster of a genie hurt my brother? Ali was in no condition to be messing around. Where had all this strength come from all of a sudden? He'd been so weak for so long. Was the genies’ magic somehow breathing new life into my brother?
“What are you doing?” I snapped. “Ali, you’re sick. Why aren’t you in bed? Who busted up the house?”
Ali and Zand both glanced up and then collapsed onto the floor, laughing.
Karim started moaning nervously in my arms. He always did that when I told him off. The poor little thing thought I was yelling at him. I stroked his head and hugged him.
“I feel better.” The cough that followed Ali’s words told me otherwise, and I narrowed my eyes in his direction.
"You were gone for a day,” Ali said with a shrug as if it wasn’t a big deal. “We were bored. Messing around."
Clutching Karim in one arm, I grabbed Ali with the other to check for bruises. "You could have hurt him," I barked at Zand.
"Azar." Ali removed my hands away gently. Our gazes met. Annoyance flickered in his eyes. “I’m not a kid anymore. Stop fussing over me.”
My heart sank. He'd never pushed that before. We’d always been so close. He leaned on me. Relied on me. And I him. Now, it felt as if a crack had opened in the ground between us.
Zand gave me a kiss on the cheek before picking up the shards of broken ceramic from my plates. “We’ll fix this in no time. Don’t worry.”
Heat scaled down my neck.
Damn, that genie. I wanted to punch him right in the nose. My brother could have been seriously injured.
My hands fisted. “You just need to be careful, Ali.”
A long cough rocked through him and had me reaching for him.
Zand gave my brother a good thump on the back, as if to help Ali clear his chest. It worked, and my brother stood straighter and smiled.
"Your brother's been cooped up for too long," said the red genie, flicking his long mane over his shoulder. "My mother used to tell my father that a little fun is good for the inner flame. Revives it." He thumped his chest with a fist.
My eyes lingered on the spot where he’d hit himself. I ought to be pissed at him, but damn him and his logic…and his sexy-as-hell chest. Maybe having the genies around served as a good distraction from Ali’s poor health.
Dahvi put his hands on my shoulders and squeezed, massaging the taut flesh. I brushed him off and restored the fallen lamp to its original position.
Part of me was joyous that Ali had taken to the genie. He'd always wanted a brother. When Ali was younger, he would play in the streets with the other boys in the slums. As a teen, his health had fluctuated, which had made it difficult for him to keep friends to play with. I guess I was grateful that Zand had entertained my brother. But part of me couldn't get past the bitter sting of Ali’s rejection. I couldn’t lose him like I'd lost my mother. If I did, I’d have nothing.
Maybe I was being ridiculously overprotective, like a momma bear. Ali was a grown man. In a few years, he'd make a home for his own family. Where would that leave me? A penniless thief and alone.
Ali's muscles shook hard as he righted the tattered sofa with Zand. My heart screamed to go and help him, but my brain told me otherwise. Let my brother be a man.
Karim scrambled from my arms, and leaped onto the sofa where he bounced around. Ali laughed and gave his head a ruffle.
Dahvi tossed some cushions onto the sofa.
"Where's Kaza?" asked Zand as he restored the lopsided cart that made up our dining table. "Did he get his medicine?"
I couldn't utter a word past the hurt still jammed in my throat.
Dahvi answered for me. "The ferret’s leaf tea didn’t work on Kaza. He’s in the lamp."
"Give it to me," growled Zand.
I removed the lamp from my bag, but it zapped me the moment Zand touched it.
The genie cupped the brass object and lifted it to his face. "Don't worry, brother. I'll find a way to save you."
A puff of yellow smoke hit Zand square in the eyes.
"I’ll toss you in the flames of noruze for that, Brother." Zand shook the lamp really hard, as if there was liquid inside and he was mixing it up.
Ali bent over laughing.
Kaza yelled something in what I assumed was djinn language. Most likely a curse or something. Served him right. That smoke stank distinctly of fart.
“Gods,” said Ali, holding his nose. “That reeks.”
"Believe it or not," said Dahvi, opening the door for some fresh air. "That's Kaza’s way of thanking us."
That lifted my spirits a little, and I snorted with laughter. Genies had a weird way of thanking each other.
"Sexy, Master." Kaza's discombobulated voice piped from the lamp.
Gods. He was loopy if he thought my snorting was attractive.
“A little taste of his own medicine.” Zand smiled, revealing a perfect row of straight white teeth as he farted into the lamp’s spout and jammed a finger over it.
A series of pounds on the side of the lamp sounded.
I snorted a laugh again.
“Not funny, Master,” Kaza moaned, his voice distant and echoing.
Gods. I was lucky I only had one brother to deal with. A whole household of men meant too much testosterone, and competition stained the air.
I accepted the lamp and returned it to my bag, wondering how Kaza was doing. Was he in pain? Did he need anything? I assumed he would have said something if he was too uncomfortable. But, hey, I wasn’t a guy, and I didn’t understand the whole tough-act thing.
After that little fart and wrestling exchange, it was time to get serious and plan our next move to get the magical sands Kaza needed before it was too late. Two days had passed since we had escaped the vizier. Time wasn’t on our side, and it wouldn’t be long before the creep and his guards found us.
"Zand." I grabbed him by the forearm, needing to discuss the next steps. "My friend, the healer, says Kaza
needs something called the sands of Katar. Nothing else will heal a magical creature."
Zand loomed over me, sending my pulse into orbit. I stared right into his perfect chest muscles. My tongue itched to lick and bite them.
Gods, woman, control yourself. We have a mission here!
Zand put his vest back on, meaning my eye candy wasn’t so visible, and my focus could at last realign.
"Where do we find these sands?" he asked.
Dahvi huddled with us. "We were told a woman known as The Collector in the Darkwoods might possess the sands."
Ali joined us as if he felt left out.
Zand rested a huge arm on my brother’s head and rubbed his armpit on my Ali’s hair.
Ali hit the genie. "I hate being short," he grumbled.
Boys… I rolled my eyes. Definitely too much testosterone here. That aside, I enjoyed having the genies there. The way they’d turned my brother around, brought him to life—hell, they’d brought light and joy to our entire life. Not to mention all the laughs and my embarrassing snorts, or the mind-blowing sex I’d shared with Kaza and Dahvi.
Zand's eyes narrowed. "Where is this Darkwoods?"
"A day’s trek," I replied, using every ounce of control not to grab those huge biceps.
"That's too far for the master on foot with her ankle," said Dahvi.
Damn straight! My ankle still hurt but not as much as yesterday, thanks to the tea Scarlet had given me.
"We'll need the magic carpets." Zand moved away to select one of my shawls from the rack I hung my meager selection of clothes on. He threw the item over his head and torso, as if preparing to leave.
"Can I come with you guys?" asked Ali. "I've never been to The Darkwoods."
Neither had I. Rumors spoke of strange creatures and an evil queen dwelling there.
"Sure," said Dahvi, wrapping an arm over Ali's neck.
"Nooooo." I tried to drag my brother back to his bed by his arm, but he yanked himself free.
"I'm not a kid anymore, Azar," he said, his eyes blazing with a fierceness I'd never seen before. "I'm part of the team, too." A cough stole the rest of his words.