56. Sex Magic

{Uriel}

Uriel easily shed his clothes, leaving only his boxers, and joined Naya in the pool. She teased him by swimming away and fiercely splashed him when he caught up to her. The djinn laughed carelessly as they wrestled in the pool. The surface of the water began to steam as their thrashing and splashing died down.

Uriel steered Naya towards the steps, where the water reached their waists. Her breathing was heavy, but her face was relaxed.

Uriel kissed her. "I love you."

<Again with this?>

He didn't care what his fire thought or that Naya had yet to return the words. He didn't need for her to say what he easily sensed she felt. What woman would sacrifice as much as she had for him and not feel the same?

But whenever Uriel said those words, Naya would get that look. As if she didn't believe that she deserved to hear them. As if she thought he expected more from her.

She sighed, "Uri . . ."

Uriel took hold of her legs and drew them around his waist, balancing her on the edge of the pool's ledge.

"Don't explain yourself to me," he said. The command in his voice caught her attention. "Today you saved my ass from ghouls. You don't seem to care that I'm the most unpopular among my own kind. And you got us the best room in the resort. So don't feel like you have to say anything to convince me."

The doubt in Naya's face had dissolved. It was replaced by a coy turn of her lips. Uriel rolled his lip between his teeth in an attempt to distract himself from his growing erection. Naya dug her heel into his lower back and strained against him until their bodies were snug. This time she leaned forward and initiated the kiss. Her hands traveled down his back, her fingers sinking under the elastic of his shorts.

While Naya's hands worked, Uriel peeled away the thin fabric of her bikini top, freeing her breasts. They were positioned high and a few shades lighter than the rest of her skin. Naya arched her back and Uriel accepted her invitation, closing his mouth around an excited nipple. He rolled its twin between his forefinger and thumb. Naya's body reacted accordingly, writhing slowly as her fire built pressure.

Uriel took his time with those dark beads of flesh, gently arresting them between his teeth and passing the tip of his tongue over the sensitive buds until Naya cried out.

Uriel pulled back, hooked his fingers into the other half of the bikini at her hips and easily slid it off. He lifted her out of the water and onto the lip of the pool, encouraging her to lie on her back as he dragged his mouth to the skin below her breasts.

The suit of fire's presence grew stronger the farther south Uriel traveled. It bucked in anticipation – where Uriel was headed would bring it closer to Naya's inner fire.

Uriel struggled to move at his own pace, while his fire pressured him to move faster and increase Naya's excitement to awaken her fire.

Naya breathed his name when Uriel's tongue brushed against a vertical set of lips. He lifted her thigh onto his shoulder and spread the other before submerging between her legs. His fire joined him, coating his tongue in a layer of heat that simultaneously pleased and punished.

<Ah, there she is.>

Uriel gave over to his fire, which dropped his jaw and extended his tongue as far as it would go. Naya's hands found the back of his head and drove him deeper while she bucked. She too had given into her fire.

It had been a long time since they had been intimate enough for Uriel to see her fire this clearly. What had once been a dancing lithe flame had developed into a form almost as defined as his own suit of fire. Bathed in turquoise skin and adorned with ornaments and body piercings was a bare, curvaceous silhouette. Hair that moved like water billowed down to her wide hips. The eyes were sentient and the ears . . . were sharp.

Uriel's fire spoke to her on his own.

<You're a marid.>

The blue woman smirked.

{Are you expecting some kind of miracle, ifrit? I've hardly been alive long enough to know what my kind is capable of.}

Uriel tried to take over, but his fire blocked him from interrupting.

<I know that.>

She blinked her turquoise eyes.

{Then what is that you want?}

<Only whatever you would give freely.>

Uriel panicked. His fire was asking for power – sex magic. He lunged forward in an attempt to drag his fire back. But Naya's fire held up her hand and blocked him from coming any closer.

{Stay back, changeling. This is between us. You just relax and enjoy the ride.}

No!

Naya's fire forced him out. For a split second, Uriel's senses were a blur. But then reality burst into existence around him. He felt the jolt of falling onto something soft. There was heavy breathing. He was wet. Naked.

Uriel opened his eyes to see Naya above him. They had moved from the pool to the bed. She was bare and dripping. Her eyes were washed in turquoise.

"Naya, wait."

She spread her legs over his hips and whispered hushes into his ear while guiding his erection where his mouth had been earlier. After adjusting to his length, Naya rotated her hips in a mind-numbing rhythm. Uriel had given up trying to stop her. He sat upright to meet her breasts, greedily sucking on brown nipples and holding onto the swell of her backside to steady himself.

Uriel tried to control his breathing through Naya's rhythmic grinding. With each thrust, she pumped more magic into him. His inner fire fed from what felt like an inexhaustible source. Uriel knew he would regret this later, but he didn't know if he had the nerve to find a way to thwart his fire.

"Naya?"

She answered him with longing, otherworldly eyes. How much of it was her versus her fire, he wondered.

"Where did you learn to make men come for you?"

There was no doubt that the laugh that followed was distinctly Naya's.

Bending her head towards his ear, she said, "Why? Do you want to come for me?"

Something inside Uriel jerked.

<Shut up, boy.>

Uriel chewed his lip. Could this be the way to stop his fire?

"Naya?"

<Don't talk to her!>

She raised an eyebrow in question.

"Talk dirty to me."

His fire roared. <I told you to shut up!>

Naya grinned. "Just when I thought you couldn't be any more of a freak."

She increased her pace and once again brought her mouth to his ear, as if everything between them now was a valuable secret.

Uriel's fire roared in protest in the background of Naya's taunts.

She lowered her voice to a husky whisper. "You like when I ride you, huh?"

He could feel the magic slowing down. His fire was fighting to stay bonded to Naya's.

<Tell her to stop, boy.>

"Don't stop, Naomi," Uriel grunted.

She nibbled on his earlobe. "Did you like eating my –"

<You son of a bitch.>

Uriel came. His body jerked and twitched at the violence of the release. Naya shivered and gave a weak moan.

Uriel fell back on the pillow, covered in sweat and pool water. Naya unhinged herself before collapsing next to him. She was snoring before she hit the pillow.

The djinni turned towards her and noticed that the blue in the ends of her curls had traveled to her roots, giving her highlights. He moved some of it out of her face and held back a gasp when saw the other mark the sex magic had left behind.

Like her inner fire, Naya had the distinctive tapered ears of a marid.

Things couldn't get any worse. The power of a marid naturally attracted other djinn. When the ifrits outside learned what she truly was, Uriel would really have a problem on his hands.

<But you forget. The marid gave you power. Now you can defend her if any of them tries to challenge us.>

Uriel sighed. I'm not supposed to rely on you so much. We've only been in the desert for a day and we're already looking at fighting rival ifrits? This is not how it was supposed to be.

<It looks like the desert has different plans for us.>