The Beckoning of Beautiful Things (The Beckoning Series) (26 page)

He sauntered over to the bed stand, pulled open the drawer, retrieved something
, and made his way over to her. “This person is my heart and soul. She needs one more piece to remind her of that.” He draped a braided necklace along her chest. “Hair, please, mi amor.”

She lifted her abundant hair
, and he fastened the jewelry behind her neck.

“What do you think?”

“Oh! It’s beautiful!”

At the center of the gold cup lay a sparkling emerald. Golden strands cascaded between her breasts. The light pouring from her body converged at the gem, manifesting in small green rays. A most delicious sensation radiated from her chest.

She turned to and fro in front of the mirror, thoughtfully scrutinizing this new being who stood before her. She extended one hand and then the other, willing the light and heat from her palms and fingertips. She bent her legs, flexed her arms, made fists, and released them. “Wow. Power. All this power has been hidden away from me.”

“Yes. But now it’s back. You’re beginning to own it, aren’t you, dulzura?”

“I’m trying. It feels a bit foreign, like a long-lost relation has come to town. But I believe I’m going to get along really well with her. I believe she and I are going to get along great.” She swept her arms up and down, sending rays of light in every direction. “What will I be able to do with this new power? What does a Light Rebel do?”

“Traditionally,
Light Rebels were used to pierce the darkness. They illuminate that which is hidden. They serve to restore order to chaos. In your case, we’ll have to find out, won’t we?”

“I don’t like it that this was hidden from me.”

“Nor do I, but that’s a subject for another time.” He slowly strolled over to where she stood, coming up to stand behind her.

She regarded the two of them, reflected before her. His eyes pulsed with an eerie blue light. “Your eyes – they’re lit from within. I’ve never seen that.”

“Nor have I. This is the result of you and me. I told you, you affect me in some new ways.”

“Good ways, I hope.”

“Yes,” he said simply. “Good ways. I am restored when we’re together.”

“Like when you suck on my breasts and drink the light?”

“Yes.” His Adam’s apple bobbed up and down, and his cock stirred against her skin.

“Like when we kiss
, and the light streams from my mouth into your throat?”

His blues eyes pulsed with light
, and he took a sharp intake of breath. “Yes, like that.”

Marissa considered this for a moment. “I guess you’ll have to be nice to me then to keep getting the goods.”

“Yes. Why wouldn’t I be nice to you?” He placed his hands on her arms and stroked them up and down.

“I saw what you did to Jason. And I don’t yet know what you are capable of. This just seems like an insurance policy, you know?”

He frowned slightly. “Do you need an insurance policy?”

“You did bind my soul to yours without checking with me first.”

“And,” he began, circling his palms around her breasts and fingering her nipples. “You did agree that it might have been a good idea since you met El Demonio, and he tried to implant himself inside of you.”

“Yes.” She placed her hands over his and guided his movements. “But turnabout is fair play, don’t you think? I want to be equals, not someone who keeps getting caught unaware with decisions you and Tom have made.” She pivoted to face him. “If I’m going to be a food source for you, I expect respect.” Her fingernails traced delicate patterns along his chest.

“Of course. A beautiful woman such as yourself should always be respected.” He gazed down at her curiously, seeming unsure with where she was headed.

Giddy with her newfound sense of power and strength, she twirled in a circle. “These jewels are beautiful. Thank you.”

“You’re welcome.”

“And these jewels…” Her fingertips danced across his testicles, causing them to pulse and his cock to stiffen into readiness. “These jewels are pretty fine themselves.”

His tongue found its way to the corner of his seductive mouth and he hissed. “Thank you. What would you like to do with them? They’re available for play.”

“Are they?”

“Yes. Everything here is yours for the taking.”

“I like the sound of that. Speaking of sound, do you have any music up here?”

He pointed toward the bed. “iPod there. Sound controls there.”

“Go lay down.”

An amused expression appeared on his face. He glanced over at the dog, curled in the corner. “She’s in charge here, I guess.”

Sober thumped his tail on the floor
, and then lay back with a groan.

Daniel made his way over to the bed, arranged the pillows along the curved wood
, and settled into a languid, comfortable position.

Marissa meandered over, retrieved the iPod and twirled through the songs. “Any dance-worthy playlists?”

“Several. You have your choice of R&B, soul, hip-hop, indie rock, classic rock, or Mozart.”

“Mozart? I usually don’t think of Mozart when I think of dancing.”

“His time did.” He appeared completely at ease. “I’ve also got some tabla music. It’s lively and rhythmical. I like to work out to it.”

“What’s it called?” Her fingers pushed the slider round and round.

“Playlist four.” The corners of his mouth turned up slightly, making him appear mischievous.

“Playlist
four,” Marissa repeated. She tapped the play button, slid the iPod into the stand, and turned the sound controls up. Music filled every corner of the room. Marissa closed her eyes, listening to the hypnotic beat. With eyes still closed, she moved, stoking the electricity pulsing through her veins. She snaked her arms in front of her, producing a wash of pleasure radiating from her shoulders to her fingers. She swayed her hips causing ripples of buzzing, humming sensation to spin along the surface of her skin. Brushing her fingers along her torso stirred flurries and quivers. She threw back her head and laughed, arms stretched overhead.

“Dance for me, goddess,” Daniel urged.

She opened her eyes, drinking him in with her gaze. She undulated, her body a luxurious temple of rhythm.

He lay transfixed on the bed, his mouth soft and open. His palms rested on the covers, his fingers stroking the velvety fabric and kneading it like a big cat. His hard cock pulsed, suspended over his abdomen, a drop of fluid glistening at the tip. His eyes glittered, blue light oscillating, hauntingly beautiful.

She stilled, curious, eager, excited and held her hands in front of her. Tendrils of tickling light extended from her palms toward Daniel. The reflection in the aquarium glass showed light streaming from her neck, her chest, her belly. She lifted her foot. A tingling phosphorescent glow shot from her arch. When she brought her foot to the floor, a magnetic pull caused it to land with a solid thump.

Filaments of blue light erupted from his body and stretched toward Marissa, twining with the slender, luminescent strands that cascaded from her skin.

Inquisitive, Marissa moved her arms in rhythm with the seductive Indian percussion. Shivers and shudders quaked from head to toe.

Daniel groaned. His fingers clutched and released the satiny folds of the bedspread.

She rolled her hips and the coils of light reaching between them fluttered and quivered, like translucent tendrils. Inspired by the percussive music filling the room, the sober, serious Marissa Engles slipped away and a new Marissa danced in her place. Guided by the drums, she taunted, teased her lover, painting the scene in her mind.
I’m sitting on his hips. I’m gliding up and down his cock. I’m pulling him up inside of me, deeper and deeper, as deep as I can get him. His hands are guiding me, holding me.
She thrust her hips and a gushing burst of color flared between them like someone splashing blissfully in a light filled river.

Daniel let out a joy-filled laugh, his strong hands still working the bedspread. “That song is called Monsoon.”

Marissa laughed. “A torrent of love between us.” Her head shifted back and forth like a temple dancer. “This is my dance, love. This is my gift to you.”

A lilting Indian voice and sitar strings accompanied the drums next, and Marissa’s mind transported to sultry heat in distant times. She snaked her way toward the bed, drawing closer to Daniel. Her body sparkling with shivery light, she crawled on top, resting her hands lightly on Daniel’s feet, her thumbs stroking the smooth, tender curve of each arch. “Want to make love to a goddess?”

“I have been for the last 30 minutes.”

She sat, smiling, catching her breath. Sweat sizzled from her pores and evaporated in puffs of steam. She eased between Daniel’s legs. Tossing her head forward, she let her hair trail along his thighs. She teased it around his pulsing cock. She lowered toward his jewels and nuzzled and sniffed his scent. “Mmm. Eau de Daniel. You smell like spiced earth.”

Daniel groaned and clutched the bedspread, clasping and unclasping his hands. His hands reached toward her head and grabbed her hair.

She let her tongue slide over the front of his cock, tenderly and lightly. She placed her fingers around him and stroked with one hand, while the other fingered his balls.

Daniel thrust into her hand, groaning.

She took him in her mouth sliding her tongue and lips along his throbbing veins.
Sucking you is my prayer to God. You are my temple
.

Daniel moaned.

Daniel’s cries were her accolades, inspiring her devotion for him.

Suddenly, Daniel seized her hair, causing prickles of pain to erupt through her scalp.
Come here, goddess.

She released her hold on his erection and trailed her hair along his belly and chest. She straddled him and positioned her core over him.

He reached down to guide his cock inside of her. He slipped inside, and colors and lights flared between them, like they were immersed in a giant, multihued bubble of light and sensation. “My, God, Marissa. Oh, my God!” He grabbed her hips and stilled her rocking pelvis. “Wait a minute. Just wait.” He closed his eyes, struggling for composure. When his eyes opened again, they glittered and glowed, flashing iridescent blue light in her direction. “I’m going to fuck the living daylights out of you, goddess.”

She blinked and opened her eyes wide. “What are you doing?”

“Mastering my impulses.”

“Mastering your impulses, how?”

“Slowly and deliciously, for starters.” He squeezed her fleshy hips with his strong fingers, preventing her from moving. “Let me drive for a bit. I’m experimenting.”

“Okay,” she whispered, captivated by the tingling vibrations moving up her spine. She clasped his hands with hers and energy shot up her arms. “Just let me look.” She lifted up her pelvis, tipped her chin down
, and gasped at what she saw.

His cock glowed an electric,
cobalt blue, like his eyes. It droned and reverberated, the vibrations landing in her ears like something out of Star Wars. The opening of her core vibrated, as if the bee-like sensation that surrounded her neck earlier, had circled her vagina and all the bees were preparing the lining for the Queen’s  or in this case, the King’s – entry.

Shimmering color stretched between them like taffy. Liquid reds and blues and purples and greens dripped from her arms, rolled along his hips
, and pooled onto the bedspread slowly sinking into the fabric fibers. She lifted one of her hands and had to work to draw it away from his skin. “Too much work,” she uttered. “It seems we are cleaved.”

So it seems. Now shhh.

He slipped into some kind of trance and began thrusting in slow-motion movements making her wonder if he altered time. Just as when he had been in the kitchen, conjuring darkness, her light extinguished when he withdrew, as if sucked inside of him, and restored when he thrust deep.

His eyes rolled back in his head, Daniel slid from her core, and her skin began to disappear too, drawn into Daniel in long, stringy stains of color. She yelped in alarm. “Oh, no you don’t,” she insisted and willed it back onto her body.

Daniel pulled back his hips again, and once more, Marissa began to dissolve into him. “Not happening, Navid,” she snarled and sucked back her essence.
This is insane.
He thrust inside her. Orgasmic sensation replaced thought.
Again, Daniel inched back his hard, slickly-juiced cock. Her skin flowed from her body toward his mouth in billowy sheets. “Stop it,” she commanded. “Whatever you are doing, stop!”
I’m losing my mind, going absolutely and completely gaga, cracked into pieces.
Dark, light, buzz, hum. Dark, light, buzz, hum. She blinked and tried to take command.

A deep, animal-like sound erupted from Daniel’s throat in response. “God, Marissa, what are you doing to me?”

“What are you doing to
me?”

I’m fucking an angel. Fucking a goddess. Fucking the light.
Daniel’s thoughts provided the backdrop to the fervor.

I’m being fucked by a
Night Numen, fucked by the night itself,
she silently responded. She rocked along him, gliding up and down his brilliant blue erection.