Djinn Delight

Praise for the writing of Cynnara Tregarth

Games Empaths Play

The characters seemed to be so wonderfully real that I could imagine them coming to life right before me. And, wow, what scorching scenes of passion and lust! I highly recommend this emotionally charged book and look forward to reading more of Ms. Tregarth’s stories. -- Joyfully Reviewed

Games Empaths Play is a very sexy book, full of the scorching scenes that all erotic romance readers crave. It is the hottest romance I’ve read this year. -- Jade, Fallen Angel Reviews I enjoyed this love story with a twist. There was a lot going on that kept me on the edge of my seat until I was done reading. If you want to try something different, give Games Empaths Play a chance, you won't regret it. -- Julia, The Romance Studio

Games Empaths Play is a startling erotic and thrillingly suspenseful story that will fascinate readers from first page to the last. The twists and turns that occur within its pages are more startling than the characters could believe. I loved this story. -- Angel, Enchanted in Romance I was glued to my seat while reading this book and I look forward to reading everything this author publishes! -- Pam L., A Romance Review

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DJINN DELIGHT

Cynnara Tregarth

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***** This book contains explicit sexual content and graphic language.

Djinn Delight Cynnara Tregarth This e-book is a work of fiction. While reference might be made to actual historical events or existing locations, the names, characters, places and incidents are either the product of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously, and any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, business establishments, events, or locales is entirely coincidental.

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Copyright © May 2006 by Cynnara Tregarth All rights reserved. This copy is intended for the purchaser of this e-book ONLY. No part of this e-book may be reproduced or shared in any form, including, but not limited to printing, photocopying, faxing, or emailing without prior written permission from Loose Id LLC.

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Editor: Ansley Velarde Cover Artist: Christine M. Griffin

Dedication To my kids, Tris, Andrew, Zack, and my parents and sisters -- you've always been there. Thank you. To Sharyn, who let me play in her world -- thank you, sismine, always and ever.

Chapter One

Mayri Balhan struggled with the door to her shop, tears blinding her. She was a month away from losing her business. Dammit, it’s not fair. I’ve worked hard for this place, and now

I might lose it on a damn whim. She pushed back her hair as she used her key to lock the door. Turning, she almost stumbled over the small package. Mayri bent down and scooped up the plainly wrapped box, her charm bracelet grazing the surface of the plain paper wrapping. As she stared at it, she noticed it was addressed to her, but with no return address. “Wonder who this is from?” Tucking it securely into her brown suede attaché, Mayri walked the mile from downtown Silver Springs to her home. There had to be a way to save her business, but she wasn’t sure how to find the needed money. If she couldn’t come up with the money to buy the building, then she would lose her shop, as there was no place downtown where she could afford rent. The thoughts of what lay before her plagued her steps as she made her way home. Her house on Silver Springs Road was one of the original farmhouses that had helped start the tiny community outside of Tampa, Florida. Approaching the white and gray home,

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Mayri got out her keys and swiftly unlocked the door. The living room was comfortable by anyone’s standards, with soft gray Berber carpet and the pale off-white walls. The paintings hung around the room were of various fantasy scenes, as Mayri was a lover of fantasy, just as her store, Fantastical Journeys, proclaimed. Her home was her retreat from the cruel world that would steal her livelihood and her dreams. Removing the package from her briefcase, Mayri tossed it against the end table as she sank into the midnight-blue sofa. Carefully she looked for any kind of evidence as to who would have sent her the package, but there was no postmark. Curious, Mayri cautiously peeled open the wrapping, finally getting to the small white box that lay inside. Lifting off the cover, she saw a silver pendant lying on a bed of fluffy white cotton. Tracing the design with her fingernail, she could make out the symbol of the phoenix and a sword. The other symbol was foreign to her, but looked similar to an Egyptian hieroglyph that meant ‘beloved.’ She would have to check it against her books on glyphs. Gently, she cradled the pendant in the palm of her hand. “You’re so beautiful. I wonder who would send me such an exquisite gift.” Inside the box was a scrap of paper, neatly folded. In cursive script was written, “For you, Mayri, in your time of need. When you’re done, you’ll know what to do.” Clasping it between her hands, Mayri raised it to her lips and kissed the pendant, the silver chain sliding through her fingers. “Thank you, whoever you are. I wish there were some way to save my shop and know what I’m supposed to do with this pendant.” A rumbling noise and a flash of blackness caused Mayri to jump. “What the hell?!” she exclaimed as the pendant became warm to the touch. She tossed it from her and huddled in the corner of the couch. From the pendant emerged a tall, dark-haired male. As he formed before her, Mayri whispered, “This is like Aladdin and the Forty Thieves.”

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Mayri looked at him from head to toe. This was like no genie in any of the fairytales she’d ever read. He stood at least six foot three, and his form was as fine as that Aussie swimmer, Ian Thorpe, she drooled over regularly. Then there was his blue-black hair, long and wavy. Her mouth went dry as she slid her gaze down the bare chest with the muscles lightly defined but infinitely edible. His deep silver eyes were filled with merriment. Mayri hadn’t merely wished for help; she’d managed to conjure up a man who would make a woman cry for release. A light trail of hair arrowed down his flat abdomen and disappeared beneath the low-slung waistband of his blue silk pants. Mayri noted the long length of his legs and avoided looking at his crotch -- if it was half as magnificent as the rest of him, she was afraid she’d say something before thinking on it. Even his bare feet were sexy, and Mayri was not a foot person. “Enjoying what you see, princess?” His voice was a low baritone, filled with sex and sinful nights. “I’m not a princess.” Mayri’s gaze jerked back to the face with the aquiline nose and those bedroom eyes that made unspoken promises of ecstasy. “Only a princess can call me forth; thus, you are a princess.” “My name means ‘princess.’ I’m called Mayri. What’s your name, genie?” “I’m djinn, not the lower-caste genie. You may call me Sebastian.” Mayri whispered under her breath, “Is that Greek for ‘god of sex’?” Sebastian tipped his head back and chuckled. “No, dear Mayri. But you may wish for reprieve from Priapus once you must pay the price for my services.” Mayri stood up and poked Sebastian in the chest. “Wait a minute. That’s not how it works. I’m supposed to be granted three wishes free of charge.” Sebastian’s dark brow lifted. “I’m not a genie. I’m djinn. We expect payment for services rendered. You do realize that I’m more powerful than any genie?”

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Mayri crossed her arms and glared at the djinn. “I’m sorry, do you really think you can con me out of my three wishes, and payment? Just so you know, I do comprehend who Priapus is. Trust me, there’s no way I’ll beg the god with the big cock for a break from you.” Sebastian’s laughter rolled over her like waves of velvet. “Oh, gods, a woman with a sense of humour. You’ve yet to hear the price for me saving your beloved shop. You know nothing of the djinn, do you?” He whispered words in an unfamiliar tongue and a small scroll appeared. With a feral grin, Sebastian handed it to her. “You need to read this first. Then we’ll negotiate the terms of your surrender.” Mayri blinked. He so did not say we’ll be negotiating terms of surrender. Who the hell

does he think he is? Grabbing the scroll, she unrolled it and began reading.

The djinn come from a land far removed from the Earth, yet in conjunction to the mortal realm. In times past, the djinn wandered freely among men, their goal to help mortals attain perfection in thought, art, and sex.

Mayri paused and rolled her eyes. “Sex? Djinn teach sex? As if humans don’t have enough proclivities towards that pastime?” Her eyes scanned back to the document when Sebastian pointed to the scroll, saying nothing.

When the time came for the djinn to leave mankind behind, they left certain objects that would allow them to enter the mortal world. Yet only through a mortal can the djinn remain in the mortal realm and know true love. Among the highest of the djinn are those called the chakeras. They are the seven that rule the body and soul of Djinn. Within them is the power to relink the mortal realm to Djinn as was prophesied at the Leaving.

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Mayri looked up at Sebastian as she rolled the scroll. Handing it to him, she asked softly, “You’re one of them, aren’t you?” “I’m Sebastian, the chakera to the seat of sexual fulfillment. My stone is that of your beloved hair, the ruby. My family calls me Bastian or Bast. You may call me either.” He stepped closer into Mayri’s personal space. “You will make a lovely addition in my search to find the one. In return, I shall help you keep your shop.” Tilting her chin up, he lowered his lips to hers. “The price is, you are my sexual slave for five nights. In return for the ecstasy of emotion you’ll give me, I shall grant your fondest wish.” His lips were soft, velvety, and well experienced. With precision, he waylaid her protests as his tongue slipped inside her mouth. Mayri’s arms went around his neck, drawing him deeper, though she knew she should resist him. She never realized that Bast had walked her backward, until she felt the coolness of the wall through her silk shirt. His fingers played with her auburn tresses. “So beautiful, my lovely mortal. You please me greatly already.” Mayri felt her resistance slipping. Would it be so bad to give in to the dark and mysterious djinn? He could give her what she wanted the most -- her shop. Tilting her head to one side, her eyes heavy-lidded with a passion she hadn’t felt in a long time, she whispered, “How do I please you? I’ve done nothing.” Bast grinned at her as he licked the side of her neck and then bit it. She gasped at the pain that faded into pleasure as his mouth suckled. His words were molten honey against the pulse point in her neck. “You’ve done much, Mayri. Only one such as you could ever bring me to this realm. Your body is made for djinn loving. You have a power within you that you’ve yet to tap. Plus, you feel close to the one I seek.” His words were punctuated by love bites down her neck and upper chest until his warm breath caressed her hardened nipples through her shirt. “I will have you, Mayri. You can’t resist. If you do, are you willing to give up your dream?”

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Mayri shook her head. The shop was her everything. Her life savings and her family’s money had gone into the shop. Now she was going to lose it because she didn’t have enough money to buy the building the shop was in outright. Could she be a sex slave in order to get what she truly wanted? “Can I think on this? How much time can I take before I decide? Bast, I don’t sleep around. Hell, I’ve only had a few sexual relationships. Normally, I don’t ...” “Shh. I do understand, princess.” His fingers covered her lips, and their salty taste made her eager to taste more of him. She blinked at the thought of tasting his naked body. Something was taking over her thoughts. The need to consume and be consumed by this male was growing. Maybe she’d just denied herself sex or something, but the idea of being fucked by this gorgeous specimen was growing by the moment. “I’ll give you until the stroke of the new day to make your decision. You have six hours.” “Six hours? But --” Bast kissed her silent. When he pulled back, she mourned the loss of his warmth. “In six hours, it shall be your morning. I will come back for my answer. Wear the pendant. It will help me to find you for my return journey.” Before she could stop him, Bast peeled down her low-cut silk t-shirt. His mouth suckled hard on the nearest nipple, causing Mayri to gasp as desire pooled between her thighs. “Bast! Please,” she whimpered. “Please what, Mayri?” His words were a sinful tease. His silver eyes were darker, filled with desire and lust. “Tell me what you want, and I’ll give it to you.” Mayri took in a shaky breath. Want? What did she want? To be fucked by this god on

Earth? Yes. To be his sex slave? Perhaps. But my livelihood is what would remain after this encounter. That’s what matters most. Perspective. She needed to keep her perspective in this. “Please let me have the six hours to think. Preferably without you touching me like this. I can’t think straight when you touch me.”

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A small smile creased his handsome face. He inclined his head and stepped back, his body rising to its full height. “As you wish, princess.” He took her hand and kissed the open palm. “I shall be back at midnight for your answer.” She nodded, caressing the palm where his lips had touched. Dry swallowing, she looked at the gorgeous djinn in front of her. Mayri knew that, somehow, things wouldn’t go as easy as either of them thought. “I’ll be ready to give it to you when you return.” A low chuckle rumbled from his throat. “You’ll give me that and your sexual fantasies, Mayri. Including the one about you being tied up with silk scarves.” Then he vanished in a puff of gray smoke.

I’m so fucked. He knows about my deepest fantasy. I’m so very fucked.

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Chapter Two

Sebastian walked through the multicoloured halls of the palace, his heart beating a staccato rhythm that matched his thoughts. I’ve made it. Mortal realm. Contact made. Now I

can find the one. Nodding to one of the other djinn that passed by, Sebastian almost rushed into the rooms his favourite sibling occupied. At the last moment, he stopped at the ornate wooden double doors. Recognizing the noise within, Sebastian grinned wickedly. Internally, he debated the wisdom of what he was considering, then decided that whatever was happening behind closed doors was not as important as his news regarding the link to the mortal realm again. Sebastian quietly opened the door and shut it behind him. Stealthily, he made his way to the huge, round bed draped in coloured nettings, placing the two naked bodies in a flattering light. The groans of passion and the aroma of hot, musky sex filled the decadent bedroom. Though this room was similar to his own, it was definitely a female’s room, with more silk and other fripperies than he would ever be caught with. Whispered words of intense lust caught his attention as he felt the pull of sexual magick fill the air around the bed and himself. Casually lifting the veils so he could peek in, Sebastian watched the virile djinn male thrust deep into his sister, Siraen. Her response was

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one of pure joy, which the djinn found in their expression of sexual magick as well as mutual enjoyment. Most djinn respected privacy rights, but as the foremost authority on sex and all its meanings, Sebastian enjoyed seeing that his sister and her lover obeyed not only the spirit of the law, but also the ways of enhancement. Yet Siraen’s lover was missing a simple movement that would evoke even more gratification for them both. “You know, if you would lift her leg to cross your other shoulder, you’d get deeper penetration and she’d be unable to move without removing you from her pussy,” Sebastian critiqued matter-of-factly. The woman’s eyes snapped open, flashing annoyance at her brother. The young djinn male stopped and moved backwards, his expression that of respect and fear. Siraen’s tanned hand caught the male’s and pulled him next to her, her free hand caressing him. “What are you doing here, Bast? This is my private room, and you’re ruining the fun with Hameth.” Bast reclined against one of the metal bedposts, his gaze taking in the silk ties and other sexual accruements that testified to the enjoyment both were having. “Yes, I see the fun. However, Siraen, I thought you’d like to know that the pendant is active, having transported me to the mortal realm, to a woman named Mayri.” Siraen leapt up, unconscious of her nakedness, to give her brother a tight hug. “Wonderful, brother mine. This, indeed, is fantastic news. Does she understand what she must do? Is she the one for you?” “I think she’ll lead me to the one. She’s not quite my usual type, though she has quite an air of sensuality about her-” Siraen rolled her eyes. “Go. I will speak more about this with you later. There are more important things now that you’ve delivered your news. And you might want to consider that the one might not be able to fit in your neat boxes, chakera of sexuality.”

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Chuckling, Bast nodded as he turned to leave. A growl emerged from Siraen’s throat as a soft thumping noise erupted behind him. “Go get him, tigress.” Bast laughed as he let the veils fall back into place and then made his way out of Siraen’s room. Now that his sister knew, he could relax. She’d inform the others, and they’d convene in the library. Until then, Sebastian planned on working some djinn magick to see if he could triangulate on the one. The princess of sexuality. The one meant to fill my soul and heart

with joy and my bed with hot sex. His step was light as he made his way towards his rooms. There was no way he’d let Mayri refuse his help. He needed her to find the one, and she needed his help to save her business. Plus, it wouldn’t hurt to teach the slightly shy woman how to embrace her own sensuality.

***** Mayri paced her living room floor, glaring at the pendant glinting in the light from the nearby lamp. “Six hours to choose to be a love slave to a djinn for five days and help him find the one, whoever that is, or refuse him and lose my shop.” She picked up a jade pillow off her couch and threw it against one of the walls. The feel of his bare skin against her shirt, the way his mouth had teased her nipple, made her flush with something she hadn’t felt in a long time. The man was pure sex, and he wasn’t above using it to give them both what they needed. Could she handle a man who wanted to discuss the terms of her sexual surrender? Did she want to? A grumble from her stomach reminded her that she needed to eat. Perhaps with some food in her belly she’d be able to come up with alternative solutions. Particularly solutions that didn’t require Sebastian. Once in her light and airy kitchen, stocked with some of the latest gadgets in cookery, Mayri threw open the refrigerator door. She mumbled to herself as she took out leftover steak-and-onion stir-fry. “I can’t get a loan from the bank, because it’s beyond what equity I

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possess. There isn’t anyone I can borrow the money from, because none of my friends have that kind of cash flow. What can I do?” Her body whispered the answer her brain was trying to ignore. Sebastian. Dammit, there was no way she would be any man’s pawn. Not even if it meant that her shop was secure. Would she? It was only for five nights. There seemed to be no other strings attached. He wasn’t wanting to be in her life completely, just her bed. The thought of that man naked and wanting her to please him caused her body to throb with desire. In its own way, it would be a fantastical journey, just as her store promised its customers. Perhaps the way to handle it was to clearly set out the boundaries and know what was expected. Sighing, Mayri finished heating her supper. Though she’d said she wouldn’t do it, she was going to. There was no option other than to sleep with Sebastian to keep her store. Mentally, she called herself all kinds of names for what she was about to do. When her microwave beeped, Mayri took the plate back into the living room. As she walked past the pendant, she scooped it up with two fingers and then plopped down on the overstuffed blue couch. She laid the pendant next to her leg as she ate her meal. Though the food felt a bit like lead in her stomach, she couldn’t afford to not eat. Slowly she had been losing weight. Though she was still curvy and rounded in areas she really didn’t want to be, she was healthier than she had been a year ago. Halfway through, her stomach revolted against the nourishment. Mayri laid the plate to the side and picked up the pendant. Her fingers caressed the etching, and she wondered at the significance of the phoenix holding a sword, as well as that strange hieroglyphic symbol. She headed for her library, where her books were easily located. Finding the two books she needed, she flipped through the many illustrations until she found the ones she was looking for. Comparing the glyphs, Mayri nodded as she took out a piece of paper and pencil, sketching the symbol in the book. Then she sketched the symbol from the pendant beside it, making notes of where the

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placements were slightly different. The variations in the glyphs seemed to originate from when the piece was created, not from artistic meaning. “Hmm, I was right. It is the symbol for meri, which means beloved. So why the phoenix and the sword?” She rubbed at her forehead. “There’s got to be a reason for the symbols.” She reached for her books on Egyptian mythology, as well as some others dealing with Near Eastern beliefs. Hopefully one of the books held some answers about the djinn and their world.

***** Hours later, Mayri stretched her arms over her head, feeling the stiffness of being bent over her desk while taking notes. Rolling her neck around, she felt the telltale popping noise that was the definite indication that too much time had passed. Her bracelet grazed the wrist rest as she reached over and hit her trackball mouse and noticed the time -- 11:47 p.m. Oh,

shit! He’ll be here for his answer, and I’ve been playing research goddess. Ack! Quickly, Mayri showered and changed into something a bit more comfortable yet, in her eyes, slightly seductive. She realized with the research she’d done and remembering what Sebastian had said about the djinn, this could be her only hope to save her shop. Brushing her hair, she debated about putting on makeup. Glancing at the clock, she realized there was no time for her to do more. Mayri placed the pendant around her neck, letting it fall between her breasts, the cool metal feeling wonderful against her skin. As her clock chimed the midnight hour, she entered the living room, not wanting the djinn in her bedroom just yet. I know he’s going to want to be in there, but I’m not ready. I don’t know if

I’ll ever be that ready. Once again, she experienced the flash of light and the puff of smoke. When it cleared, there stood Sebastian, looking even more delicious than before. Her mouth gaped open at the sight of him in a pale grey silk pirate’s shirt and snug-fitting black leather pants that were

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tucked into black riding boots. He looked more like the hot pirates that her sister, Tahra, wrote about than the djinn he was earlier. Visions of some of the more racy things from her sister’s stories entered her thoughts, and she liked the idea of being ravished by Sebastian. She bit back a lusty gasp at her own thoughts. “Bast,” she whispered as he stepped towards her. “Princess Mayri. What’s your answer? Though I can guess from the delectable way you look tonight,” he murmured as one hand captured a stray lock of her auburn hair, wrapping it around his fingers. He pressed up against her, causing her to step back against the wall. “Tell me what you’ve decided upon.” Her eyes gazed into his, and she felt her body begin tingling with lust and something more. There was something about the djinn that made her sensuality come to the forefront. Swallowing, Mayri placed her hand on Bast’s chest. “I’ll be your sex slave for five nights, so you can search for this ‘one’.” Seeing the grin on his face, she pushed him again to get his attention. “But first things first. I want you to save my shop before I become your sex slave. That way I know you’re for real.” A glimmer passed through Sebastian’s molten eyes. Mayri wasn’t sure if it was anger or amusement, as the smirk on his face was still intact. “You possess very little trust in the one who’s going to free you from your repressed nature, Mayri.” She crossed her arms over her chest, watching his eyes follow her movements. “I don’t trust anyone beyond what little trust they show me they can handle. In your case, Sebastian, I know nothing of your people, your honour, or how you’ll make this happen. So, yeah, I trust very little. I’m an evidence-needed type of woman.” Sebastian’s dark brow lifted. “Then evidence this,” he said, his mouth swooping down, capturing hers. The heat of his mouth caused hers to open in response, and his tongue curled around hers. Her body shuddered as his hands slid over her breasts, his thumbs flicking against her pebbled nipples. His mouth suckled her chin and then her neck as his teeth

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nipped her, causing her inner muscles to contract in anticipation. A moan escaped her lips as she arched her body against his, his erection pressed firmly against her soft, rounded belly. Her hands fisted in his hair as his hand brushed down one strap of her nightgown and exposed her breast. His mouth claimed it with a hot, lusty kiss. Pulling and tugging at her taut nipple, his mouth continued its sensual torture of her senses. She wasn’t sure when he stopped, just that she let out a breathless, “Bast!” He lifted his head and smiled at her. “Yes, Mayri? I’ll prove myself to be one of honour. You’ll show that you’re a sensual being, just like a djinn.” With a flourish, he slid a piece of paper down her nightgown, resting it between her rounded breasts. Shakily, Mayri pulled out the paper and tried to read it in the dim light. She blinked and reread the paper. “This is --” She broke off, her voice cracking. “This is the deed to the building my shop is in. It says I’m the owner of the building and the taxes are paid for the next ten years. Is this true?”

Sebastian smiled at the wonder in Mayri’s voice. Curling one strand of her silky hair around his finger, he agreed. “Yes, you now own the building, and the taxes are paid for. With what you paid in rent, you can pay taxes, overhead, and still make more than you were doing before you owned it. I’ve taken care of all the details, with the help of Logron.” “Logron?” Bast tilted her head up to look at him. “Logron is the seat of the mind, my brother. But he is of no consequence. He showed me what you’d worry over if I just gifted you the building, so I made sure other things were taken care of so you’d have no worries for the next five days.” Pressing his body against hers, Bast smiled. “Come now, we begin your surrender, Mayri.”

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Her fingers held the paper tightly. Even her eyes were slightly disbelieving. “How did you do this? No one else was hurt by this, were they? I don’t think I could accept it if they were harmed by my desires.” Bast tilted up her chin. “Your words show that you do put the welfare of others before yourself. This is indeed a good thing, Mayri.” His thumb caressed her bottom lip as he spoke. “You’re the first person who’s ever pronounced my name right. Mah-ree. Did you read my mind or something?” Bast shook his head. “No, you spoke it first. I just said it the way you had. That’s all.” A grin overtook Mayri’s face. “You mean I can relax, that you can’t read minds?” His laughter filled the room. “Oh, Mayri, were you truly worried about my being telepathic? No djinn is fully telepathic, though we’re well trained in the art of reading people, and some of us are empathic. The only djinn I know with anything close to that are Logron and my sister Siraen, who both have telempathic abilities. They must touch a person to read their innermost thoughts and emotions.” “How many brothers and sisters do you have?” “Two sisters, Siraen and Nadja. Logron, Geraint, Bran, and Marek are my brothers. We are the chakeras of the djinn.” Mayri tried to memorize the names, comparing them to the names and information that she’d found about the djinn. “Your father and mother were busy.” “Our father took many lovers. He only married once my sister Siraen was born.” “She’s the youngest?” Bast laughed. “No, she’s the middle child. Marek, Bran, and Nadja came after her. But they were born of our father’s wife, my kiyla mother, Moira.” “Kiyla?” “It’s like by marriage relation.”

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“Oh! Like saying stepmother, etcetera.” Bast nodded and slid his hands up Mayri’s arms. “Enough speaking of my family and your business. Tonight, we go over the rules of you being my sex slave and what I require of you during this time.” She nodded, her body trembling in desire and in slight fear of what was to come. “First things first. Remove your clothes, Mayri. When it’s our time, you cannot wear clothes unless I ask it of you.” She hesitated, and he stepped forward. “Take off the nightgown, or I’ll remove it for you.”

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Chapter Three

Mayri stepped backwards, urging the straps of her nightgown down until the silky material bunched up at her feet. Her heart thumped against her chest as her breath came in short pants. “There. I’m naked. Now what?” Her bravado was short-lived as Bast’s fingers gently traced the darkened edge of her dusky nipple. She dry-swallowed again as his silver eyes gazed into hers. “I think this would be better conducted in your bedroom, Mayri. Take me there.” Before she could move, he gently bit the nipple, causing her to moan loudly. “Lead the way, my pet.” Mayri’s body bristled at the little endearment, but she started to move towards the hallway that led to the bedrooms. Quickly, she bent and picked up her nightgown, unwilling to leave it behind. She was tempted to take him to the guest room, but something in her said that he’d know the difference. Walking with her spine straight, she strolled to the bedroom, unaware of the appreciative glance that Bast was giving her backside.

Sebastian watched Mayri’s rounded ass sashay as she walked towards her bedroom. His feral grin was one of coming home. This woman would truly be a wonderful playmate once she overcame some of her repressed nature and let her sensuality fly free. She would make a

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wonderful female jinni, with her curved, luscious body and her auburn hair trailing down her back in soft waves. The way her pussy peeked out from between her thighs as she bent over to pick up her nightgown before heading towards the bedroom made him hard, wanting to take her like that, bent over, offering herself to him. “Mayri, turn on the light and stand beside your bed,” he said, his voice low. Bast watched her turn to look at him, at his orders. “Do it now, my princess.” His tone brooked no disobedience.

She switched on the light and stood next to her queen-sized bed, wondering if it was large enough to encompass this man whose presence seemed to fill her bedroom. She watched as his gaze swept through the room, taking in the jewel tones of purples, blues, violets, and burgundy that ran rampant along with the lush fabrics like velvet, silk, and satin, giving the room a fantasy-like feel. “Bast?” “I like this room, Mayri. It’s very much like your soul -- sensual and exotic. Now, come to me and present yourself.” She carefully took the two steps towards Bast, knowing she looked like a scared deer. But what woman wouldn’t when such a commanding tone was used? “How would you like me to present myself to you, Bast?” He raised one hand, and a finely linked silver chain with a phoenix charm dangled from his fingertips. “Stand with your feet shoulder width apart. This will link us together during the five days and will let you speak to me whenever you wish, even if I’m on Djinn.” Noticing her look of dismay, he chuckled. “It’s not quite a slave chain, Mayri, if that’s what you’re thinking. It is a symbol of affection often given between djinn, jinni, and genie. I wish to offer you this token.” Carefully, his long, deft fingers fastened the chain around her hips and a second chain slid between her thighs, caressing her dark, slightly damp curls with its cool touch and then

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connecting to the clasp of the chain around her. He knelt before her, pulling the second chain into place. “Now the finishing touch,” he whispered, his breath hot against her mons. At a slight snick, she felt a small tug against the chain. “Now you’re marked as the chakera of sexuality’s chosen playmate.” Mayri tried to look, but Bast rose in front of her, cupping her chin. “Don’t worry, Mayri. It’s a charm that’ll allow you to come to Djinn.” His smile made her feel like melting against him. He held up the pendant. “Wear this for me, Mayri. This I ask of you.” She nodded. “It’s so beautiful, Bast. Can you tell me what the phoenix means to the djinn?” “Later. For now, I want you to sit on the edge of the bed with your legs apart so I can see you expose your most private self to me.” His words were coaxing, soft, yet immensely powerful. As she sat down on her four-poster bed, Bast placed the chain over her head and around her neck so the pendant nestled between her breasts. Mayri spread her legs so that her labia were open, exposed to Bast’s rapt gaze, then placed her hands on either side of her hips, helping to maintain her balance. At that moment, she could only picture what she presented to this magnificent male specimen. To Mayri’s mind, she wasn’t a vision of slimness or sexiness like some of her friends. Though she had weight to lose, she was healthy and worked out when she could, but her shop came first in her life. She felt like she was a frump trying to be sexy for this man who made her feel so wanton with only a glance. She was embarrassed being this exposed, her imperfect body being raked over by this powerful, sexual djinn. “Bast?” Her voice quivered. “Yes, Mayri?” His silvery gaze met hers. “Why am I sitting like this if you’re here only to fuck me?” She licked her lips nervously. Hell, why am I agreeing to this? I enjoy sex on occasion, but this is more than I’m

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“Why do you think you’re not beautiful and sexy, princess?” Mayri shook her head in disbelief. “What?” Bast reached out and caressed one erect nipple as he stood between her parted thighs. “You are a very sensual creature, Mayri. Why do you blush?” Looking away, she whispered, “No man has looked at me like this, sitting this way, like I’m some kind of sex object.” Bast forced her to look at him. “And you are a sex object. Do you realize how much I want you with you almost offering yourself to me like this?” Shaking her head, she whispered, “No, you don’t. Men don’t like a woman unless she’s got big breasts, a tiny waist, and wears smaller than a size eighteen.” Bast growled, then took her mouth with his, his words rumbling against her lips. “Feel me.” His hand captured one of hers and pressed it to his thick erection as his tongue slid along hers. His teeth pulled lightly on her lower lip, suckling on it as his hands palmed both breasts. As his lips pulled from hers, he guided her hand up and down the length of his leatherencased cock. “Do you see how much you, princess, turn me on? You, not the women you speak about.” Mayri tried to slow her uneven breathing, but couldn’t, as she felt Sebastian’s cock twitch under her long, soft strokes through the fabric. I turn him on. Me, Mayri, the heavy

one among my sisters. How is this possible? I’m nothing compared to my friends, my sisters. “You are more than you know, and through you I shall find the one,” Sebastian murmured as he kissed the top of her head. “Lie back on the bed for me and keep your legs apart.” His words made her dizzy, but Mayri followed his commands. She scooted back onto the bed, positioning herself for him as Sebastian stepped forward. The hungry look in his eyes created a whimper in the back of her throat. “Please don’t look at me like that, Bast.”

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“Like what?” Bast moved closer, kneeling at the foot of the bed, his head and shoulders rising above the mattress. Mayri licked her lips. “Like ... like you want to fuck me,” she quietly stated. “I’ve seen men look at my sisters and friends like that, but never me. It scares me.” Bast’s brow lifted. “Well, I do want to fuck you. Very much so. You have nothing to fear. I won’t ever hurt you, but will bring you pleasure.” His mouth breathed hotly against her slick folds as his fingers parted her, exposing her to him. “So damn beautiful, Mayri. So damn beautiful.” Then she heard nothing, but felt the world slide from under her as his mouth covered her clit, his tongue flicking back and forth. Her hands gripped the sheets, her body arching under his sensual ministrations. Mayri moaned as his teeth gently raked her clitoris and two of his fingers slid deeply within her body. She barely heard him respond, “So tight, my beautiful princess,” as she sailed over the edge. It was her curse to easily climax by touch, something she’d always been ashamed of -- at least until now. Her breath came in short, staccato bursts, but as she gulped air, Mayri started regaining control. “Bast. Oh, gods, Bast.” Silver eyes glazed with lust seared into hers. “Yes, princess?” “What did you do to me? I’m still ... coming.” Her words ended in a hushed tone, her body shaking with the effort to calm the aftereffects. His tongue snaked out, flicking the charm against her clit. She whimpered while he chuckled. “I’ve done nothing but let you experience the true essence of your sensuality. You’re beyond sensual, Mayri. Your pleasure continues because it’s part of who you are.” Before she could speak, his body covered hers, his warmth overheating her already sated body. His lips claimed hers; his hands fisted her long hair. As he made love to her mouth, his hands caressed her hair, then her cheeks. His gaze was molten mercury flowing with desire and passion as he ground his hips against her softness.

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Without thinking, she spread her thighs further apart, inviting his cock to enter her glistening-wet pussy. “Bast, I wish you inside me,” she whispered, desperation and desire colouring her words. “I wish to be inside you, as well.” Bast smiled as his cock pushed against her cunt. “But not tonight, dear princess. Tonight is not about me, but about you.” “But that would please me.” His smile was filled with compassion, promise, and understanding. “No, it would please you for the moment, but later on, you’d think me selfish.” He kissed her nose. “I am not other men. This you will learn.” His right hand slid between them, and his skilled fingers flicked the charm against her clit. The effect was instantaneous -- she climaxed again. Without stopping, he continued flicking the charm as his other hand slid to part her labia. Her juices wet his fingers as he thrust three fingers deep inside her while his thumb massaged her puckered back entrance.

What’s he thinking? How could he know that I enjoy that on occasion? Mayri moaned as her thoughts were cut off as he slowly pressed against the rosette, sliding his thumb only partly inside her as his other fingers continued the in-and-out rhythm synched to the charm as it hit her erect clitoris continuously. Her body writhed beneath his. His cock slid back and forth against one soft thigh as he continued to send her over the edge, her mind overloading with pleasure. Mayri’s body only felt the sensations, reveled in them and responded to them without thought. Her hands quested for his skin, his chest, his jaw, then fisted in his hair as her mouth captured his. Probing, seeking, questing, her mouth sought out his warmth, his inner fire. She was nothing except pleasure personified. Nothing but pleasure mattered, his, hers, for pleasure ruled the moment.

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couldn’t read her thoughts, he could read her body’s needs, desires, wants. He wanted to plunge his cock deep and hard into her body until he reached his own completion, but that wasn’t going to be happening tonight. Without having her trust, he wouldn’t be able to use her innate abilities to help him find the one. And this one well pleased could make life much easier. Bowing to the needs of pleasure, he stroked his cock while he slid down her body to cover her clit with his mouth. His moist tongue swept against her cunt, raking it with roughness, sending her plunging into the abyss she had barely recovered from. “Bast! Please! I can’t take anymore.” “One more time for me, my beautiful princess,” he groaned against her slick skin. “Come for me.” The command, followed by his teeth gently pulling on her clitoris, tumbled Mayri over the last barrier as his fingers filled her completely and deeply. She barely heard his roar over the pounding of blood through her ears as she surrendered to the blackness of completion.

Slowly the darkness receded and her breath evened out. Had she fallen asleep? Mayri opened her eyes to see mercury-silver ones looking at her. She wondered for a moment, then realized he was holding her in his arms. Safe. She felt safe in his embrace. Even though he had overloaded her senses, she knew he’d never hurt her in any way. “What happened?” Her voice shook with the effort. Sebastian grinned at her as he kissed her forehead. “You passed out.” “Is that even possible?” His low chuckle reverberated through her body, sending tingles of pleasure through her. “Definitely. However, I’ve never known a woman who could orgasm that quickly, that often, and last as long as you did.” He caressed her cheek with the back of his hand. “You blush magnificently. Thank you.”

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She lifted a brow. “Thank me for what?” “For letting me pleasure you.” Seeing her disbelief, he explained, “Mayri, you have to understand that for me, the chakera -- the seat -- of sexuality, seeing someone being pleasured by me, enjoying what I give to them, it enhances my own pleasure. It is so beautiful watching your skin flush, your pussy glisten, to smell the scent of sex upon you while your pleasure is paramount. That you allowed yourself to let go of your own personal control and go with that pleasure is a sign of trust, one I take seriously. Thank you.” “You’re wel-welcome.” She shivered as a waft of cool air caressed her bare skin. Reaching for the sheet, she paused. “May I cover myself, Bast?” “Yes, you may, Mayri. I don’t want you cold. Now, rest in my arms and sleep. When you awaken, I won’t be here, but as long as you wear my gift, you can think on me and we’ll be able to mentally communicate.” “You mean like telepathy?” “Yes, but it doesn’t mean mind reading.” He smiled. “So don’t worry on that.” “Okay.” She paused. “Bast?” “Yes?” “Thank you. I’ve never experienced anything like that before. And you’re right. Had you had sex with me, I probably would think less of you. You know me very well in such a short time.” “I know sexuality and sensuality very well. Rest now, my pet. We’ll talk more tomorrow.” Mayri closed her eyes and let sleep claim her. Her body felt sated, making it even easier to let Morpheus, the god of sleep, do his job.

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Chapter Four

Mayri awoke to the sensation of being alone, and it didn’t seem right. As she stretched her arms over her head, memories of the night before flooded her brain. “Oh, shit, please tell me I didn’t do what I think I did,” she muttered as she jumped out of bed. The feeling of the small charm against her folds brought back the fact that last night had happened. “Fuck, I can’t believe --” Then she stopped, inhaling deeply while seeking her center. “Actually, I can. Where are those papers?” Grabbing her robe, she put it on and headed for the living room.

Good morning, my pet. Did you sleep well? Mayri looked around, searching for Bast. “Bast?”

Yes, it’s me. Remember what I told you about the gift? “Oh, yeah, the mental communication thing. Does this mean I can think my responses instead of talking out loud?”

Yes, Mayri. You are okay? I’m fine. A bit disoriented, since last night seems like a dream, but I’m okay. She grabbed the paperwork that had been left behind last night and reread it. It was true; she

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owned the building her store was in. The taxes were paid. She’d have to call the assessor’s office to be sure, but this would free her from worries for a while.

Are you pleased? Thank you. I want to confirm it all, make sure it’s all in their database so there are no surprises. You do as you must. If you need me, call my name mentally and imagine my face. It’s that simple. Will do. Mayri hesitated, biting her lip in thought. Will you be here tonight? Yes, or you may come here to Djinn. May I? Only if you wish it. But time here flows differently than on Earth. What is your wish? That when you’re ready, you come see my home. In this, I’ll allow you to have a choice, my pet. Thank you. Until later, Mayri. Then Bast was gone. The connection was cut, and though she was okay, some part of her missed not talking to Bast already. What had he done to her?

***** “Oh, I’m so glad you’ll be able to do the book signing after all,” Mayri replied to the author on the phone. “Yes, I have plenty of copies of your books. They’re some of my best sellers. Sure, so in two weeks. I’ll make sure to take out ads and let others know on my website for the store. I do appreciate you coming here. I think it’ll be great fun.” Once done finalizing the author’s book signing, she hung up the phone and danced. What wonderful news. The author was one who didn’t do book signings often and had refused her request a year ago. Now she wanted to come to the store and do the signing.

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What luck! Plus, after finding out that everything Bast had done was not only legit, but in place with the government, Mayri had felt the weight of the world lift from her shoulders. “So, what are you dancing about?” a woman asked as she entered the store. “Hey, there, Kimberly. Great news! Terry MacFarland has agreed to do a book signing here in two weeks!” Mayri hugged her friend. “Fantastic! She’s one of the best. So, how does it feel to have a big star coming to do a signing here?” “Wonderful, and since a guardian angel made arrangements for me to own this building and paid my taxes, I’m having a great day.” Mayri explained everything, leaving out the arrangement between her and Sebastian. It was no one’s business but theirs. “Sounds like a wish come true. I knew you were looking into someone helping out with keeping the building if it ever came up for sale. So, is he single and can I have him?” Mayri shook her head. “He’s unavailable to you or anyone else for the moment. But he is a doll to help me out of the bind. Definitely has a magickal touch.” “Sounds like a man who doesn’t need to find a Fantastic Journey -- he’s got one,” Kimberly said, sitting next to her. “So tell me, what all do you need to do for advertising?” “The usual -- take out a full-page ad for this week, next week, and the day before. Then I’ll update the website and also do some flyers.” “Okay, I’ll take care of the ads for you.” “No, you won’t.” “Darling, you forget who owns the newspaper. I’ll do half-page ads for this week and next. The day before will be full-page near the comics in order to garner the most readers for you.” Kimberly whipped out her PDA and wrote herself a note. “That’s my birthday gift for you.” “Thanks, Kimberly. What would I do without you?” Mayri hugged her friend. “What are we doing for lunch?”

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“I thought Greek.” “Nice choice. Let’s go.” Mayri shut down the shop, putting up the sign letting people know she’d be back in an hour. Luckily in a small town like this, she knew she could take lunch off. Her next big rush would be when the kids got out of school. Kimberly and Mayri made plans while eating at Papulounos. Setting up the signing was important and would bring business to downtown as well as to the shop. Once they were done with that, they discussed Kimberly’s recent divorce and her plans. “Single. I’m going to be single forever. I don’t want to deal with another asshole for as long as I live.” “Yes, dear,” Mayri said. “Sure you do.” “Do you think I’m joking?” “No, I think you can’t live without a man in your life, even if you’re not married. Hell, prior to marrying Richard, you were going from man to man. Let’s be honest, Kimberly -other than Richard, the longest relationship you’ve had was six months.” Mayri sighed, realizing they were heading into touchy territory. “So what are you saying?” Kimberly asked, her tone a bit defensive. “I’m saying you can’t go more than three weeks without having some kind of relationship with a man.” Kimberly blinked at Mayri while Mayri looked back at her friend, her expression calm. “I can, too.” “Prove it.” “How?” “You go three weeks with no sex, no dating, no males in your life except professionally, and I’ll give you the painting you want in my store.” “You will?”

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“But if you lose, you have to do penance.” “What kind?” “You have to admit you’re codependent and need to learn to not jump from relationship to relationship.” “Deal.” They shook hands and Mayri yawned. “Long night?” “Yeah. I hadn’t realized until I got up this morning.” Mayri glanced at her watch. “Time to head back to the shop.” They hugged and made plans to meet up in a few days, once things settled down. Mayri handed over all the pertinent information for the book signing and let it go. She’d learned early to trust in Kimberly, and she knew her friend would make an outstanding advertisement that would draw in people of all readerships. Making her way back to her shop, she smiled at the regulars who often shopped downtown. As she closed in on her shop, she noticed a small group of high school students there. She increased her pace and met them at her door. “You all are out early. What’s going on?” There were a couple of kids she recognized as regulars to her store. “Hi, Miss Mayri,” said one of the regulars. “We’re here because Mrs. Thatcher assigned us to read the first of the Anfall Chronicles for lit class.” “Thanks for the update, Jenn. I’ll make sure I’ve got enough books for everyone.” Mayri unlocked the door and let in the crowd of ten or so. “Well, here’s some news for you all. The author of the Anfall Chronicles will be here in two weeks to do a signing.” The four regulars -- Jenn, Paolo, Karen, and Jeff -- cheered. “All right!” Grinning, she explained what was up and coming and asked the four if they’d like to help out that day. “I could use people who know my shop well to help direct traffic and such.”

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“Wow, oh wow! A chance to meet Ms. MacFarland in person? How awesome! Are you sure, Miss Mayri?” Paolo asked, his Italian accent coming out more pronounced. “Yes, I’m sure. You four are always here on the weekends, and to be honest, I’m preparing to hire on after-school and weekend help. I’d offer it to the four of you. It’d allow me a chance to get other things done, including inviting more authors.” Mayri bit back a chuckle, seeing the delight on the teenagers’ faces. Handing them job applications, Mayri took her usual place behind the old-fashioned counter. The four helped the others who came into the store to see where the Anfall Chronicles were and made sure they bought the correct book, as there were six in the series.

Well, six to date. My regulars would scream if they knew she was going to be giving away advanced reader copies of her next release to a lucky few at the book signing. Happy with how things were going, she didn’t notice the tingling contact at first.

My pet? What is making you so happy that you’ve given me an erection here on Djinn? Blinking, Mayri tried to school her features to give away nothing while she answered.

Bast, I’m busy at work. There are customers here and I had the best news today. So, I’m very happy. I’m glad, princess. Now, control the depth of it, as your happiness also flows to me. In this case, it translates into a huge erection aching for your mouth to suck on, but since you’re busy and I’m in the middle of meetings myself, I can’t do anything about it. Oh, my gods, you can’t just say stuff like that, Bast. I can, and I have. Now, go do your work. I shall be at your place by seven tonight. We must speak about the one. Yes, Bast. She blocked out the image of the naked man from her mind and smiled at one of the high schoolers as he brought up three books to buy. “That’s a great series you’re getting.”

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“I hope so. Paolo says it’s got action that’s better than any I’ve seen on the movie screen,” the blond teenager responded. “Definitely. In fact, I think the Chronicles just got optioned by one of the premiere fantasy film directors.” She rang up the order and took his money, happy to have no worries for her store.

***** Sebastian rearranged his erection again as he attempted to block Mayri’s happy thoughts. Even though he had warned her, she was still radiating happiness. Knowing that she didn’t have to worry anymore made him happy. The essence of her spirit soared in doing what made her happy and, in turn, created happiness within him. But right now, he had to deal with his family, and any kind of reaction to Mayri might lead them to believe she was something more than a means to reach the one. “Bast, are you listening to me? Hello, Bast?” The man with short, spiky blond hair waved his hand in front of Bast’s face. “What’s going on?” “Logron, he’s busy communicating with the mortal,” Siraen commented as she squeezed Bast’s hand to get his attention. “See, all better.” “Well, now that we have a link to Earth, what are we going to do about it?” Logron’s gaze locked with Bast’s. “We wait and see. Mayri promised to help look for the one for me. That’ll cement at least one link between our worlds.” “But can we meet her? Can we use her link to you in order for us to get to Earth so we can seek out those who are ours?” Marek demanded, his deep violet eyes flashing. “It’s not fair if we can’t find those who are meant for us, as well.” “I don’t think my pet will mind helping you find your one, Marek,” Bast countered. “But there will be none of your games. Is that understood?”

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Marek’s eyes flared with emotion, then went flat. “Understood, O Mighty Seat of Sex. Now, what is on the agenda for today?” Siraen shook her head. “We need to discuss the meaning of the amulet coming alive now. Does this mean that Earth is ready to receive the djinn as friends once again?” Bast shook his head. “No. Not in the normal sense, not openly. We’re considered legends, fairytales. We’re not real to Earth anymore.” Logron and Bast shared a glance. Logron nodded. “The loss of magick to the blossoming of the mind. It’s what we once went through, before we discovered the balance between the two.” “Exactly. I think that some people are wanting that balance on Earth -- just not the governments.” The heavy sigh echoed in Bast’s soul. Without full acceptance from everyone on Earth, they would be forced to work under the cover of secrecy, just has they had before they’d closed the portal between Djinn and Earth. It wasn’t easy for any of them, especially the genies and jinn who were still trapped on Earth as slaves. But once each chakera found their one, the process of acceptance and help for all the minor djinn would begin. “So, we sneak around like the lesser, in order to finally link our world to Earth,” Nadja sighed. “I hate this. Why can’t we just announce ourselves and force the world to accept it?” Bast reached over and took Nadja’s hand. “It wouldn’t be prudent. You see the best of us all. Look inward and tell us the possible outcomes, seer.” Startled grey eyes met his. “Bast ... I ...” “Do it. You trust your instincts; now see how it could be if we did what you asked.” He dropped his voice low. “Nadja, your heart means well, but sometimes you need to see also the logic. Look -- for me.”

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Nodding, Nadja pulled back, brushing her black-and-silver tresses from her face. “Because you ask, Bast.” Her eyes fluttered closed, and he knew the moment she hit her trance state. “What would happen, seer, if we announced ourselves to the mortal realm without preparation or preparing others on Earth first?” He watched her body sway to an internal music that only the chakera of the third eye, the seat of intuition, heard. Suddenly, her eyes snapped open as her mouth made a large “O” shape. Nodding, he waited. “Death, destruction of our ones. A jihad beyond all that has ever been seen. Magick versus science and none winning, but all losing.” Her eyes filled with tears. “The end of Djinn and Earth. The worlds up in flames.” Her voice cracked at the last; all knew her fear of flames. There was nary a noise from any of the seven, just the sound of the wind blowing gently through the open castle windows. Bran spoke first. “So, we do this undercover until it’s time. Perhaps our ones are the way that things will be.” Nadja nodded, her eyes lighting upon Bast. “Yes, the ones are the key to linking our worlds again. For you, Bast, the trouble is doubly important, for you don’t yet see the truth.” “What truth?” His voice bit hard in the soft air. “The truth about your one. She is special and a weaver of magick.” “Ah, another confirmation that she’s not Mayri. Mayri works no magick. Thank you, seer.” Nadja patted Bast’s hand. “You’re welcome for the information, but not your lack of insight.” A dark brow rose. “Enlighten me, then, sister mine.”

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“You wouldn’t listen to Siraen; why would you listen to me?” Nadja’s eyes sparkled as the last of the sight left her. “You’ll learn in your own time.” When she pulled back, she looked, to Bast’s eyes at least, not only more serene, but wiser in some indefinable way. He’d have to question her later. “Now, about Mayri --” Geraint’s voice pierced the moment. “We will need to meet her and find out what about her triggered the amulet, especially if she’s not the one for you.” Bast let out an exasperated sigh. “As I told Marek, you can meet her. When I go to Mayri tonight, I’ll explain she will spend some time here while we find the answers to our questions. Then I shall be gone to look for the one as you speak with her.” “Be sure you know what you’re doing, Bast. You have a tendency to not think things through when you’re inspired,” Siraen cautioned. “Granted, Mayri will be safe here with us, but are you sure you wish to leave her while you look for the one?” “Yes. I must keep her safe as she’s the only one so far who can activate the portal between our realms. Plus, you’ll need her in order to home in on your own ones. I trust none of you will dominate or hurt her while I walk the mortal realm.” Bast ended the conversation on that note. Standing, he moved towards the doorway. “I had best go to Mayri now. It’s about that time in her world. This time difference does make it hard, and her time to serve me will be shortened with her time here, but it’ll be for the best, especially when it means I’ll have my one.” Behind him, he heard Bran say to Logron, “He really has no clue, does he? It’s like a male version of Nadja.” Nadja snorted. “I’m better. At least I accept the truth when laid in front of me. He has a tendency to dismiss it.” “Indeed, his hormones and his skewed logic won’t let him see the truth. Too bad, but it could be interesting for us all.”

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“Fuck off and die!” Bast yelled at them. Their response was a hail of laughter as he stomped out. Sometimes family teasing sent his temper through the roof, especially when they blew off something this important. He wasn’t completely stupid -- even if they teased him about having only a cock, no real brain to speak of. He wouldn’t miss an important point if Mayri was truly the one for him. But there was nothing flaring between them like it had been described in the scrolls. This time, his siblings had taken their teasing too far, and he wouldn’t put up with it. Not this time; this was his chance to link Earth and Djinn together again. Walking from the room, he headed towards the portal, using the amulet to bring him to Earth.

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Chapter Five

She felt him before he appeared. Something had irritated him. Mayri looked around her home and was glad that she’d taken the precaution of closing the blinds first, then showering in preparation for his arrival. Feeling a strange sensation, she grabbed the edge of the maple table and closed her eyes. “Bast? What’s wrong?” she whimpered as a gale of emotions buffeted her consciousness. A rumble of thunder was her answer, the electricity snapping off as Bast entered her living room. As he stepped through the widening portal, she saw figures in the background trying to peer in as it closed. “Nothing that couldn’t be cured by kicking my siblings’ collective asses,” he groaned, taking her naked body into his arms. Lips met hers fiercely, taking pleasure but giving nothing in return. Finally, he pulled back and let out a sigh. “Sometimes their teasing gets me upset. I’m the one who gets picked on the most, due to my station. I apologize, darling pet.” Wiping her fingers across her bruised lips, she looked at him, her eyes filled with hurt. “What have I done wrong that you’d hurt me like that, Sebastian?”

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“I said I was sorry, Mayri. What more do you want from me?” He turned away from her as he grunted. “What is it that you can’t accept this apology of mine?” She grabbed his arm, pulling it until he faced her. “Excuse you? You call that a fucking apology? That was a dismissal of your own behaviour. Don’t you ever treat me in such a manner again, Bast. This is not the bedroom, and I will not tolerate that treatment from any male.” The only warning she received before his pounce was a low growl. His hands pushed against her as he steadily walked her backward until her shoulders hit the nearby wall. “Are you threatening me? Are you reneging on our deal, my pet?” Tilting her chin up, she met his gaze and growled back. “No, I’m not reneging. But no man has the right to hurt a woman because he can’t grow up and handle a bit of teasing from his own family. I will not be treated as if I deserve to be abused, Sebastian. If you hurt me like that or treat me so callously again, you’re breaking your own damned rules, not me!” They glowered at each other, neither moving, neither giving space. Finally, Bast looked away first. “You’re right, Mayri.” The words came out raggedly, filled with remorse. Turning to face her, he moved closer, trailing his fingers lightly over her mouth as he whispered arcane words, causing the swelling of her lips to go down. “I shouldn’t have done that, nor made such a rude apology.” His hands caressed her cheeks, then moved down her neck. “But I swear by Inji and Teler that I am sorry for mistreating you. I should’ve taken out my anger on them or on something else. Will you forgive me? No man should ever harm another, regardless of sex or faulty reasoning. I beg forgiveness.” Mayri felt like she couldn’t inhale without smelling his scent, without feeling his emotions. Why on Earth was this happening to her? But she knew deep within her soul that he was sincere in his apology this time. Somehow, she knew he wouldn’t do anything to her or for her until she gave her acceptance. As she inhaled, trying to think of how to respond, his fingers caressed the outside of each breast, causing her to shudder in arousal. “Bast ...”

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“Let me make it up to you, Mayri. There’s so much going on. There’s so little time,” he whispered as he placed an open kiss between her breasts. “I forgive you, Bast. Please, don’t stop,” she whispered as her fingers clenched his hair, urging him towards her hardened nipple. His tongue flicked out against the taut peak, teasing it as he refused to suckle on it. Instead, he kissed the darkened areola, entirely ignoring the puckered nipple. “Not yet. Let me show you lovemaking, not war,” Bast said, his tongue curling around her nipple finally. “Oh, gods above, Bast, please, I need you to do more. This is torture.” “This is makeup sex, dearest pet.” His teeth rasped against her nipple. “No, makeup sex is hard, fast, and damn good fucking,” she panted. “This is ‘see how quick we can make Mayri into a puddle of fucking goo’.” “You’re already goo,” Bast moaned as his fingers slid deeply into her pussy, spreading the wetness with his fingers. “But a ‘screaming fucked beyond all goo’ is on the agenda.” His mouth suckled hard on the puckered tip, causing her pussy to clench around his fingers. “Oh, Bast!” His fingers pressed deep in her core in time with the suckling of one then the other nipple. As the pressure within her built, she arched against him, urging him to go deeper and harder. With wicked intent, he brought her to the chasm of her orgasm, then stopped. “Oh, no, my pet. You’ll not come until I say so.” “Bast! Dammit, I’m so close,” she pleaded, her eyes begging him for the release that just was barely beyond her reach. Reaching behind her with one arm and keeping his other fingers deep within her, Bast carefully lifted Mayri against his body. Quickly, with speed born of the djinn, he had her in her bedroom. As he set her down, he pumped his fingers in her a few more times before withdrawing them. As he stood before her, he licked each finger while she sat down on the edge of the mattress.

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Mayri breathed slowly as she tried to calm her raging emotions and hormones. He wore navy silk trousers, slip-on boots, and a thin silk ivory shirt that did nothing to hide his musculature. She wanted him badly. But she wanted all of him. All afternoon she’d daydreamed about him fucking her with his hard cock, and tonight, she hoped that he’d do that and not tease her like he had. “Mayri, look at me.” Her eyes snapped to his. “Yes, my lord.” “Good, my slave. Now, I’m going to remove my clothes. While I do, you will open your legs and you will touch your clit until I’m naked. Do you understand? I love watching a woman please herself while I ready myself for her.” “Yes, my lord.” She leaned back on the bed a bit and spread her legs, placing one behind the post of her four-poster bed. As she reached between her nether lips, she heard Bast groan. Her eyes went back to him as he removed each article of clothing while her fingers nimbly stroked her tight, hard clit. Wetness dripped between her ass cheeks, and her pussy clenched in need as Sebastian stroked his erect cock. He stepped towards her. “You may now stop, my pet.” Reluctantly, Mayri stopped touching herself and put her hands on her thighs. “Yes?” Giving her a smile, he threw some pillows on the floor. From his gesture, she had a feeling she knew what would be next. “On your knees. I wish to be pleasured by that wicked tongue and mouth of yours.” She did as she was told. “Take my cock in your mouth slowly and please me.” Her fingers wrapped around the thick organ, his salty fragrance becoming more intoxicating by the moment. Licking her lips, Mayri slowly slid the purplish cockhead into her mouth. As his cock twitched, she chuckled. The vibrations made him swell even more as she began to gently slide her wet mouth up and down around his length.

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His fingers fisted in her hair as he guided her to the short thrusts of his hips. Each time she opened her mouth, he slid in, she tightened, and he pulled back. “Yessss ... that’s how I love it, Mayri. Fuck me with that sexy mouth of yours,” he whispered. Mayri wanted to see if she could take him all in and, on a whim, opened her lips wider to slide deeply down his hard shaft, taking him until she almost choked. Enjoying the taste of him, she hummed as her tongue rubbed the vein. Tightening her lips, she slowly pulled her mouth upwards, leaving behind a wet trail where she had taken him. “Enough!” Bast cried, tugging her to a standing position. “Hands on the bed. That was too far, my pet. You almost found yourself swallowing my cum, and I don’t think you’d have liked to miss out on my fucking your pussy. Now spread your legs wide. Place the left knee on the mattress like the good lover that you are.” Once she maneuvered herself into the proper position, his fingers gently manipulated her puckered asshole. Over and over, his tongue licked, delved, and penetrated deep within her wet core. While one finger entered her back entrance, his teeth gently scraped her clitoris as his tongue pushed deeply into her pussy. Her body tightened and then her pussy convulsed as the orgasm ripped through her body. “That’s right, baby, come for me. Scream my name.” “Bast! Oh, gods, yes!” He suckled on her, drinking in her juices. Just when she thought she’d fall forward on the bed, his hands held her hips. She felt the nudging of his cock against her pussy entrance. Arching her back, she opened herself more for him. Feeling the pressure as his wide cockhead entered her, she whimpered as he slowly began sinking inside her.

When he was buried deep within her wet heat, Bast growled happily. Flexing his hips, he withdrew all but the head of his cock, then slammed himself deep into her wet cunt. Her whimpers of pleasure inflamed his desire for her. “Does this please you, my dear?”

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“Yes, Bast. You’re going so deep, so hard. Oh, gods, how did you know?” He pumped into her, feeling her slickness against his hardness, feeling her muscles tightening up against his thickened penis. “Because you are open to me sexually. Your pleasure is my pleasure. When you climax, the pleasure within that moment is shared with me, and I see you for the sensual creature you are.” Each word was said smoothly, but never before this moment had he truly believed in those words. For she was a sensual creature who would take anything he did to her -- and she would demand in return. Reaching around her thigh, Bast slid his fingers over her clit and rubbed in time with his hard thrusts. Mayri panted and moved against him, driving him ever deeper into her sopping cunt. “I love fucking you like this,” he whispered against her ear as he pulled her clit gently with his fingers. Her body arched as it shuddered in immediate climax. She screamed his name, and suddenly he knew no more as his body pounded into hers. Within a minute, his body shuddered and climaxed, sending her downward spiral right back over the top. “Mayri!” Panting, he rolled onto the bed, pulling her with him. His hands massaged her breasts as both Mayri and he slowly returned to the land of the conscious and coherent. Only their ragged breaths gave away just how much force had been exerted between them in this makeup sex. “If this is what makeup sex is about, can we fight again?” she asked breathlessly. “Amen to makeup sex,” he agreed. He held her close, allowing himself to relax completely with this minx of a woman. Part of him didn’t want to take her to his siblings. Though he knew they’d be good to her and not mistreat her, there was a small voice within him that didn’t want them to even try to seduce her. Because they would -- they were djinn. It was in their nature to enjoy sex, and sex with a mortal had been so long ago, they had forgotten.

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Yet, the idea of bringing her around while he searched for the one wasn’t an option. He would brook no fighting between them. For some reason, he felt that both the one and Mayri would object to him having them both. In the end, he’d give up Mayri and wish her much love and happiness, but for now, he wasn’t about to let her go. “Mayri, must you open the shop tomorrow? It’s the weekend, yes?” Her eyes opened, and she turned her head so they could see each other’s face. “I could ask Kimberly to take over, if it’s really necessary.” “I’d like to take you to Djinn.” “Why?” He sighed while stroking her breasts. Did he dare tell her the truth? Was there any other choice? In the end, she still had to go to Djinn, whether or not it was tomorrow or on Sunday. He needed her in place at Djinn. Without her, the portal would be closed to him. What if someone tried to rape or kill her? Could he risk losing her before his heart’s desire was found? If he was blocked from the mortal realm, could he handle it while his family eventually found the ones meant for them? “Because I want to keep you safe while I hunt for the one.” “I see.” Her body tightened suddenly, letting him read her pain in a way she’d never readily admit to. “No, you don’t. If anything were to happen to you --” “Yeah, I know. Your chance goes poof. So, let’s treat me like a thing, not a person who has rights.” “It’s not like that.” “It’s not? Then why not let me help you?” What could he say? She was right. He hadn’t seen it as her being treated as a thing, but now that he was forced, it was true. He wasn’t protecting her because of her, but because of what she represented. Fuck, I’m screwed.

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“If you were the one, things would be easier, Mayri. But you’re not, and I must find her before our agreement comes to an end. The scrolls were emphatic on the reaction between the one and the chakera. There would be a pulling together of soul and heart. It’s said that nothing would be able to part the two. I’ve not felt us join in soul or heart, only in body.” She pulled out of his arms and looked at him. “Get out of my house.”

He looked at her, shock filling his eyes. “What did you just say?” “Get out, Sebastian. That you’d think I wouldn’t spend time beyond our agreement to help you find your one --” Her words stopped as anger filled her. “Get the fuck out of my house until you can learn manners. Fuck you, Sebastian. Fuck you!” She walked out of her bedroom and into the bathroom, locking the door behind her. She wasn’t sure he was going to leave, but right now, she needed to be alone. Tears streamed down her cheeks. “Damn him. Damn him to hell for making me hurt like this,” she muttered as she slid down the door. Giving in to the tears, she wept piteously as she admitted that something was there in her heart. It wasn’t the fact that she liked being his sex slave, but that except for the kiss today, he had treated her like a woman who was cared about. A beautiful, desirable woman, regardless of size or what she possessed. “Why can’t he see I would help him just because?” She sniffed back more tears. The back of her head rested against the white door as she closed her eyes and cried for the beginnings of dreams that had faded with his words.

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make him a perfect mate, if only she were the one. Yet she wasn’t, and her pain echoed deep in his soul. How fucked up was that? As her sobs slowed and finally stopped, Sebastian sat there, his back against the bathroom door, struggling to find an answer that would benefit them both and mend this damage. He wanted her, still wanted to bury his cock deep within her body, but he also knew that Mayri wouldn’t understand it would be out of healing, not just self-gratification. His skill lay in healing sexually, and the words to tell her how sorry he was weren’t forthcoming. But he couldn’t let her think that he didn’t care, because he did -- to his immense surprise. They barely knew each other, but through the amulet, Bast realized there was something there between them; otherwise it wouldn’t have worked. Though Mayri was only the means for him to find the one meant for him, he still valued her. He’d spent time listening to her with her friend, Kimberly, the way she handled the teenagers in the store, and with each moment, his admiration of her kindness and her generous spirit had grown. There had to be a way in which he could bridge this awkward moment. “Have you left let, Sebastian?” she called through the door. “No. I’m not leaving.” “I thought I told you --” “We were in the bedroom, where I rule, my princess,” he reminded her. “I never meant to hurt you with my words. Sometimes I find it hard to say the words I mean when I’m used to expressing myself in a sensual manner.” “Then say what you mean and get the hell out of my home.” Her voice broke, and his stomach twisted with matching pain. He rubbed the bridge of his nose as he tried to put his jumbled feelings and thoughts back into coherent order. There had to be a way of explaining things to her that would make it easier to understand. If she were djinn, he’d have sent her not just the thoughts, but the

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emotions behind them, so she’d comprehend his meaning. Bast halted his movements. Could that be the way to reach her? To touch her like he would another djinn? “It’s not easy for me, Mayri. Remember, I’m the seat of sexuality. For me, it’s easier to voice these things by actions and sensations, not by words. Please try to understand that,” he asked softly. “It’s hard to put into voice the emotions I feel regarding you. You’re not just a thing to me. You’ve never been a thing, but always someone more.” “I see.” Sighing, he banged the back of his head against the door in rising frustration. “Look, I wouldn’t ask you to Djinn if you were nothing to me. No, you’re not the one, but you are special to me. You’re the first mortal I’ve even been with; you’re the first woman that has captured my attention longer than a day. I worry that if I’m not around to watch over you while I search for the one, something bad might happen to you. And that bothers the fucking hell out of me.” The door opened, and he couldn’t catch his balance as he fell onto the bathroom tile. Wincing, Bast opened his eyes to see Mayri kneeling above him. “Are you okay?” His first thought was of the ringing pain in his ears and the thrumming in his head. Then he thought of how tempting she looked with her breasts dangling towards his mouth. Pushing aside the sexual thoughts, Bast flashed a smile. “I’ll be fine, but your floor needs more cushioning.” She shook her head, then offered her hand and helped him to a sitting position again. “Well, it doesn’t come with more cushioning unless you want rugs in here, and that’s impractical. I still feel like I don’t mean as much as this one you’re searching for.” “Impractical except when it comes to banging your head on the floor or if you’re kneeling on it,” he countered softly. His hand took hers and he kissed her inner wrist. “I’m sorry, Mayri. I wish I could explain better what you mean to me, but I swear, you’re not a

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thing. You’re a very special person who has been gifted with the djinn amulet. That means a lot to me and the people in my world.” “I wish you had, too. Feeling like an object and not like a person devastated me, Bast,” she whispered as she wiped away the tears that threatened to spill from her eyes. His hand brushed back her hair, gently caressing her cheek. “Would you please come to Djinn? Spend some time with me, meet my family, let them look after you and pamper you while I spend a day or two looking for the one? I would feel better knowing that someone who is my lover and someone I view as a friend is safe, just in case.” “Am I really a friend?” “The amulet wouldn’t have picked you if you weren’t,” Sebastian pointed out. Then he reached out and flicked the charm on her waist chain, making sure it hit her clit. “Plus, I never give gifts like this unless I consider someone special.” “Oh.” She looked at him without moving. He smiled and slid a finger between her thighs and stroked where the chain disappeared between her nether lips. “Yes, oh. It’s easier for me to show by emotions and actions than by words, princess. But you’re not djinn, and I don’t know if you can sense my feelings.” “You mean like the sensations that hit me right before you arrived?” His mercury-coloured eyes narrowed. “What do you mean?” Hesitating a second, she tried to bring words to the sensations. “I felt like something was wrong. The air felt too heavy to be like when you normally pop in. It was as if a mini whirlwind came and battered against my emotions and senses.” “Hmm. This needs to be looked at. Normally, only the one would sense me like that. The fact that you do as well is interesting and bears looking into. Maybe you’re related to the one, or it might deal with how you acquired the amulet.”

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“Oh. It came wrapped and addressed to me. No return address. I don’t know who sent it or why anyone sent it to me.” She paused. “So, you want me to go with you to Djinn? Are you sure about that?” He nodded. “Please, Mayri.” “I’ll have to call Kimberly or another friend to watch the shop tomorrow. Saturdays are my biggest day.” “I’ll recompense you for any inconvenience, if that’s the major problem.” “You’ve done enough, and this is for you as a friend. Let me call Kim first.” She stood up and walked over him, exposing her genitals to his glance. He smiled as she headed deeper into the bedroom, away from the bathroom. Something inside told him she had no clue what she’d done, but he was glad to see her less inhibited with her nakedness around him. He waited for a moment, then stood up. The back of his head vibrated with a touch of pain, but it wasn’t unbearable. Once through the portal, he’d work his djinn healing upon it and be as good as new. Following her, he saw her on the phone. “You will? Great, I appreciate this, Kim.” She smiled at Bast and flashed him a thumbsup signal. “I’ll explain it all later. A friend of mine needs help out of town, so I’ll be out of touch for a couple of days. Give me a call on Monday night.” She said goodbye and hung up the phone. “Okay, that’s done. What do I need to pack for this journey of yours?” Sebastian grinned. “Nothing. You go as you are -- naked.” “Um, no. I’m not going to be unclothed around your family and others.” She crossed her arms in front of her chest. “As my sex slave, you’re commanded to be naked, remember?” “Here, in my bedroom and in my home, when you visit. We had no agreement for Djinn,” she countered. “I want something to wear while there so people won’t make fun of the fat woman.”

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Growling, he grabbed her and pulled him against his body. “You will not insult yourself, Mayri Balhan. Do you understand me? You are not fat. You’re a voluptuous woman who makes men mad with desire. The people on Djinn will appreciate your curves and softness.” Before she could respond, his lips covered hers and he pulled her naked flesh against his. One hand slid down her back and cupped her ass as his tongue plundered her mouth. Gently he pressed his hips against her, letting her feel his suddenly hard cock against her rounded stomach. Pulling back from the kiss, Bast hoarsely whispered, “See how much a woman like you is appreciated? You will not be made fun of, Mayri, my dear. Not even in the slightest.” Her hazel eyes flashed in thanks at him. Her confusion and reluctant acceptance rang in his head and his heart. Nodding, she stepped out of his embrace. “May I please wear something while I’m there? So I may feel comfortable around them?” “Yes.” Thinking, he pulled open her dresser drawer and pawed through her silk nighties until he found what he searched for. First he pulled out a crimson lace nightie, then a dark purple silk teddy that left little to the imagination. “You can wear these while there. Nothing underneath. These will cover you and fit into the djinn clothes that I’ll have made for you. Once we’re there, you may have a dress fashioned in a colour of your choosing.” Mayri nodded as she slipped on the thigh-length purple silk gown. The thin straps made her breasts seem larger as the fabric pulled and molded to her shape. She placed the other nightie into a small bag she used for the beach. In it she also included the basic toiletries she’d need while there. She went to her closet and found her old black ballet slippers and slid her feet into them. “How is this, Bast?” He watched her without saying a word at first. Then stepping towards her, he reached out and caressed her cheek. “You’re beautiful, and my family will love meeting you. Hold my hand.”

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She obeyed and looked up into his eyes. “Anything else? Click my heels and say ‘There’s no place like home’ or something?” His laugh caused the muscles to clench in her belly. Even that turned her on. “No, just concentrate on me. The amulet has allowed my magick to open the portal, but if you don’t concentrate, it could cause problems.” She nodded and gestured to the pendant around her neck. “Do I need to rub it?” “Nope, just look at me, Mayri.” “I am.” “No, really look at me.” Cupping her chin to force her gaze higher, he lowered his lips to hers. “Feel me, taste me, know me. We’re going home.”

The world spun and dipped away in a flash. Her stomach lurched, then went back to normal as she heard the song of birds and felt sunlight on her skin. When he released her, she looked around, her fingers threaded with his in a romantic embrace. The room they stood in was brighter, more colourful, and filled with people. Aw,

now what? “I see you brought home your princess,” a voice called out. “And look, we can see her sexy pussy, too.”

Doomed. I’m freaking doomed. More sex-starved djinn and only one of me. Doomed.

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Chapter Six

“Welcome to Djinn, Mayri Balhan,” the voice said with a tinge of humour. “Thank you. Who are you?” she asked as Sebastian squeezed her hand in reassurance. The tall blond-haired man dressed in pale yellow silk pants stepped forward. “I’m Logron, the oldest brother and the seat of thought and logic. Welcome to our home.” “Thank you, Logron. Oh. Thank you very much with your help in making sure all the loose ends were taken care of in dealing with my shop,” she said with a grin. “It was very reassuring knowing that I didn’t have to worry about anything else.” “You’re very welcome. Let me and Bastian escort you as I introduce you to the rest of the family.” He slipped his arm under hers and took her hand as Bastian took her bag and continued holding her other hand. “Okay. This is necessary?” “Definitely. You’ll be staying in Bastian’s rooms, but if you need anything, you can ask any of us.” “I see.” She took in the many plants that filled one side of the room. They headed towards two women sitting together to one side. One had long black and silver tresses that complemented the burgundy and silver dress she wore; the other wore an emerald-green and

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gold harem-style outfit that enhanced her long, wavy auburn hair. Both shared similar facial structure and build, making them related at the least to Sebastian. “These are our sisters, Siraen and Nadja.” Logron smiled. “Siraen is the seat of voice, and Nadja is our seer, the seat of intuition.” Bast growled. “They’re also most likely to not explain things when they should. And doubt me when I’ve done the research.” Mayri watched as Nadja winked at him. “But of course, brother mine. You have to work for the answer. Anytime we give it to you, you end up disagreeing and trying to prove it wrong anyway. This time, I took away that fun time so you can just hit the truth on your own.” The young woman smiled at Mayri. “Welcome to Djinn, Mayri. I hope you’ll come to me if you need anything. I’m honoured by your presence here.” “Why?” Nadja leaned over and whispered something to Siraen. Both women laughed softly, the tones oddly complementary. Siraen smiled, then answered the question. “Oh, Mayri. You’re a special woman, chosen by the amulet to help Sebastian. Plus, you’re the first mortal we’ve been able to converse freely with in eons. That’s special. You’ve proven that our chakera amulet is still effective.” “Yes, she’s special, and if you all try corrupting her while I’m gone, I’ll tear each of you into tiny bite-size pieces. Understood?” Bast demanded. The whole family burst into laughter as he glared at each of them. Wrapping his arm around Mayri’s waist, he pulled her close. “They’re good people. Tease me mercilessly, but I do love them. Most times.” She patted his arm. “I know, I can see that. Now, let me meet the rest of the family so I can get some rest while you go searching.” Removing his hold on her and slipping her arm from Logron’s, she walked towards the tall man with chestnut hair with red highlights. His clothes reflected the deepest of reds and

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browns, though they, too, looked to be made of silk. “Hello, I’m Mayri, your amulet charger. And you are?” His chuckle rang through her soul and made her smile genuinely at this man. Something about him seemed strong, firm, and solid. He might just be the ally she needed for this stay. “My name is Geraint. I’m the seat of foundation, the base. I know this is very disconcerting for you, Mayri. But please accept our hospitality.” He put out his hand. She took it and felt his power and his focus as their hands met. “Wow, you’re powerful.” A chestnut brow lifted. “How do you know this?” Mayri tilted her head and tried to put into words what she felt -- sensed. Placing one hand on the small table Geraint sat next to, she concentrated on the intricate tiled design, allowing her to gather her thoughts. “You have a power about you, a general air of security. But you also seem the most centered, the one who is the most solid of all of the chakeras. Your colouring is the most present in this room.” She gestured to the various furnishing done in reds, oranges, and browns. “Forgive me if I overstep myself, but you did ask.” His teeth glinted in the light. “Indeed I did. You’re right. Being the foundation, I’m by rights the one most settled and centered. Your knowledge is amazing. Do you know of us? Did you study the chakeras?” “I think I know what was left as information and a way of being from you all. On Earth, many of us are familiar with a system called chakras. From the base to the crown, they are internal areas within us that can become unbalanced and need to be cleared. But they’re associated with aspects, as well, like base supposedly contains the eight cells that make us up as human beings.” Geraint nodded and gestured for her to sit on the forest-green chair next to him. “Ah, so part of our teachings do live on. This is very good news. Thank you for telling me this. It

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means that when it comes time, we can use this information to help others know of the djinn once again.” “Well, hopefully you’ll do it in a better fashion than how I found out. Right, Sebastian?” Mayri grinned at the man in question. “Yes, I don’t recommend the bright-flash-of-light entrance,” Bastian countered smoothly, taking his place beside her. “It’s a bit blinding on the giving end, though Mayri never said how she found it.” Leaning towards her, he asked, “Are you okay now?” She nodded. “Actually, yes, I am. The light is a bit bright, but mostly I was surprised at how fast the travel happened.” Her eyes opened wide. “I think Geraint and I are similar in nature, and being near him like this helps me to accept this much easier, Bast. Do you need to go?” “Not yet, but soon.” “Oh, okay.” She knew fear and jealousy touched her voice. It couldn’t be helped. She didn’t want him to find the one. Seeing his family so far, she wanted to be the one for him. Somehow she felt at home in these surroundings. “You’d best meet Bran and Marek before they feel slighted, vanlyrea, keeper of the amulet.” Geraint gestured towards the other two men seated nearby. “True. Geraint, forgive me, but I should meet the last of the chakeras.” The two men left their seats and approached her. Behind them, several jinni moved cushions and seats towards where she was. She figured it was to accommodate them. “We’ll come to her now that she’s found someone she can relate to easily,” Bran said with a grin. “This is a great sign, to see that she does know about the chakras. I’m Bran, the seat of the heart.” Taking his hand, she felt warmth and acceptance envelop her, decreasing her unease at being in a strange place. “Thank you, Bran. I’m Mayri.”

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“Your heart is open to me. Don’t fret. I promise things will work out how they’re meant to -- even if you don’t think they will right now,” Bran said simply as he released her hand. “Oh. But that doesn’t --” He held up a hand, stopping her. “Just be true to yourself and your heart. All else will come to pass as it’s meant. Be strong.” She nodded. “Thanks for the words, Bran. I’m not sure I understand them ...” Bast snorted. “None of us gets Bran when he gets all introspective like that. Best to know that he means you no harm and only the best in life, Mayri.” “Ah, okay. Thank you again, Bran.” Her gaze turned to the last sibling. Her mind raced through the chakras and realized who he had to be. “You’re the seat of emotions?” “Correct. I am Marek. My pleasure at your arrival rivals only my brother Bast’s. Thank you for coming to this place. Would you help us to try to make contact through the amulet to our ones?” His purple eyes shone with a light that she recognized. It was the same expression she knew she wore when she was alone -- loneliness and the desire to be accepted. “I would try for you all. I don’t know if I can do anything to make it work beyond what it does for Bast, though.” “All we ask is that you try. Perhaps through you we might get a clue or trigger the next person who’ll receive the amulet.” Marek looked away for a moment. Mayri grabbed his hand and tugged. “Look at me, Marek. I know you can feel my emotions, just as Bran saw my heart. I understand. I promise you that if there’s anything I can do, I will.” Purple eyes held hazel, and she knew he read her emotions through her touch. The colours swirled from the palest lavender to the darkest amethyst. Finally, he nodded and

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pulled back from her touch. “You do understand. Thank you, Mayri. It means ... much to me. My one is someone I’ve wanted to find for many years, and I’d almost lost hope ’til this moment.” Her hand caressed his cheek. “Never give up. I am not your one, but I am a friend. If I can help Bast find his one, I don’t see why we can’t try to make the amulet give you at least a glimpse of yours. Or make the amulet go to your one next.” Bast smiled at the exchange. He knew Mayri was capable, but this was simply amazing. Usually Marek was the most belligerent of the siblings, but with her words and touch, she’d soothed the most savage of them all. That’s my Mayri. You’ve won over my family, and I

don’t think you realize how much that means to me. Don’t I? she thought back to him without looking at him. It means you can trust them as much as you trust me. Go do your thing now, Bast. I’ll be safe. But before you do, take me to our rooms. “Sisters, brothers, let me show Mayri to my rooms so she can relax a bit before I leave.” The others nodded and thanked her for coming to their world once again. She smiled as she stood, something about them filling the empty place that she had ignored for so long. Even her sister would love these people, she thought. “Thank you for having me here while Bast does his searching. When is the next meal, so I may join you?” Siraen laughed and answered first. “We eat when we wish. But our communal meal is in about an hour. When you’re ready to join us, you can leave your rooms, and one of the other djinns or jinnis will help guide you to our dining area.” “Thank you, Siraen. Come, Bast, let’s go to your rooms so I can see where the seat of sexuality sleeps.”

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Laughter rang out as she moved Bast towards the door before he could comment on the laughter from his family. From what she sensed, her words were a source of amusement, one that she feared she’d end up agreeing with.

***** Looking around the various rooms, she decided it was a place for a bachelor who reveled in sexual pleasures. From one room filled with various sex toys and different tables, couches, and chairs, she came to the conclusion that he considered sexual play very important in his work. But once they reached his bedroom, Mayri decided that the man had some seriously unfulfilled fantasies in his body. The giant circular bed had six posts, and the filmy veiling helped cast shadows upon the luxurious setting. “Please tell me you’re not the creator of the vibrating bed,” she said with a slightly hard edge. Bast looked over his shoulder as he finished changing his clothes. “No, why?” She gestured at the bed. “Do you know how sexual this bed and this room are? All these deep blues and reds -- and my personal favorite, the dark purple -- suggest sex and many hours of playtime.” He zipped up the jeans he’d created and walked towards her. All she saw was a sex god in jeans, no shirt, and bare feet. Deep within her, she wanted to toss his ass on the bed, rip off his jeans, and fuck him senseless so he wouldn’t leave. Careful, Mayri. He wants to find

his one. You’re a sex toy and perhaps a friend, nothing more. Remember that. “Well I am the seat of sexuality. Sex is my passion and part of my rulership. I like inspiring creativity in sex play.” His mercury eyes glittered with some emotion as he stepped towards her. “Come here, Mayri.” Knowing she had no choice, she stepped into his waiting arms. His lips grazed her forehead, then worked their way down her cheek. “Thank you for being so generous and

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helpful to my family. It means much to me. I might bitch about my sibs, but they are my family and are part of my strength.” “I know,” she answered caressing his chest, slowly teasing one of his nipples. “They are a bit overwhelming, but they seem very fond of you.” “Fond enough to let me do this and to protect you in my absence.” His mouth brushed hers as his tongue darted out to take a taste of her lips. His right hand wandered down the front of her gown while the other hiked up the back of it, exposing her ass. Instinctively, she moved her feet further apart for him, allowing him access to her damp, heated core. His mouth traveled down her throat as his hand on her chest teased each nipple, then slid to join the hand that pressed her against him. Both hands kneaded her ass cheeks and urged her legs to straddle his thigh. He continued licking and tasting her skin. “You are an addiction, Mayri. One I highly enjoy,” he murmured across the tops of her breasts, sliding his fingers up and down her slit, spreading her wetness from her pussy to the other hole. “Lie down for me on my bed. Lie on your stomach and draw up your knees a bit,” he whispered. “I wish to make you come for me before I leave.” Obeying him without question, Mayri climbed up on the bed and placed her stomach against the black velvet comforter. With care, she drew her knees up as if she were doing a breaststroke. Part of her blushed, as she knew how exposed she was below, but Bast had always been gentle and caring as a lover.

Tugging on her body slightly, Bast positioned her so that as he knelt, he could lap up her juices without much trouble. With a gentle touch, he opened up her nether lips, loving the way her skin flushed with arousal and her salty-sweet fragrance reached his nostrils. He swiped one finger down the wet trail from her ass to where her clit lay semi-hidden. Inhaling her rich scent, Sebastian leaned in and licked in a long stroke from top to bottom as he felt her body shiver at his touch.

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“Oh, Bast,” she whimpered. “Yes, my vanlyrea?” He continued lapping at her sweetness, making sure his tongue delved deep within her pussy, causing it to quiver in need. Her sexual responses were so honest, so wonderful to him. “More, please? That feels so good, but I need to come.” She moaned as she pushed her bottom against his face, trying to draw him deeper in her. “What do you want of me?” He slid one finger into her ass as he continued his oral ministrations. “Fuck me. I need your cock in me. Please,” she begged as she arched again into him. “Oh, gods, please, Bast, I need you.” The ragged emotion caught his and flared between them. “Yes, let me fuck you, my princess,” he moaned as he leaned back, quickly undoing the button and fly of the jeans. When his hard cock was released from the pressure of the denim, he stood up and reached into a nightstand near the bed. Choosing a toy, he smiled. “I want to fuck you in both holes. I want you to feel me like you never have.” He slowly brushed his cock against her soaking wet cunt. “Yes, please. I’ve wanted to try that, but no one --” She broke off, gasping at the sensations. “I’m going to use something to help you have double penetration, my sweet, delicious pet,” he rumbled. “But not before my cock slides deep into your ass.” He rubbed his cock on her wetness, making sure he felt coated, then guided its bulbous tip to her puckered entrance. Slowly, he pushed the head in. Her gasp made him pause. “Breathe out and just push. It’ll ease my entry into your ass.” “Oh, my gods, you’re fucking huge,” she gasped as she pushed. While she did that, Bast leaned into her deeper, one hand sliding under her. He stroked her clit, causing her to gasp and allow him further entry until his cock sank to the hilt.

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“Damn, you’re so fucking tight, my princess. I love the feel of you tightening against my cock like that.” He waited as her body adjusted to the pressure. Bast knew the moment she was ready as she tilted her ass, urging him forward. “Bast, please, do something, I need ... something!” Drawing almost all the way out, he then flexed his hips, pulling her towards him as his cock slammed home. Her scream of pleasure mixed with his growls. Over and over again, he withdrew and then brought her ass hard against his hips, driving his cock deep within her asshole. He felt her tremble with sexual buildup. “Come when you want, Mayri. Don’t hold back. Tell me what you want,” he breathed as he moved faster within her. “Please, Bast, more. Harder, deeper ...” She moaned as he picked up the pace and sent his cock harder into her. “Yes!” she screamed as her orgasm ripped through her body. He pounded into her ass a few more times before sliding his cock out, placing the toy above his cock, and securing the strap. With a flick of his wrist, Bast whispered the words of a cleansing spell, cleaning both his cock and the dildo. Pulling up her hips so that she was on her knees, he guided the eight-inch dildo towards her ass while his cock nudged her pussy opening. With a harsh cry, he plunged into both holes with a need that couldn’t be contained. She begged for more of him; he complied with her every wish. Over and over he thrust himself into her, amazed at her willingness to accept this loving without a doubt or complaint. Not even being double penetrated threw her for a loop. In fact, she wanted more. Part of him admitted that on some level he wished that Mayri were his one. She would be such a wonderful princess of sexuality, so giving, so loving, and her body made for sexual pleasures. He felt her greatest climax build and knew that his was reaching its peak, as well. He pulled out of her, turned her over on her back, adjusted the position of the dildo, and slid

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some pillows under her hips. Taking her legs and lifting them onto his shoulders, he plunged his cock and the toy deep into her core and ass, taking her hard and furiously. “Look at me, Mayri. I want you looking at me when you and I come together!” “Yes. Oh, Bast! Oh, yes, my dear,” she moaned as her head lolled from side to side and he penetrated her deep and hard. “Mine, Mayri, mine!” he growled as he continued his hard thrusts. Finally, he felt his balls tighten, warning him he was past the point of no return. But he knew she was right there with him on that edge between pleasure and ecstasy. Pulling almost completely out, he waited as she mewed in protest. Then with his all strength, he plunged deep within her cunt, burying himself to the hilt as her inner muscles milked him. Their cries mixed together as they slid into oblivion in their mutual climaxes.

Mayri gasped as her senses started returning to her. Her heart pounded with exertion and something else. Never had she been so wanton, so sensual, and she loved it. Something in her had changed and for the better. Looking at the man who had collapsed on her, she concentrated on squeezing her pussy muscles and got a responding twitch in return. “Yes, my Mayri?” Bast asked softly as he fell on his side, pulling her with him. “That wasn’t makeup sex, but damn, it was good.” His answering smirk had her smiling. “That’s called ‘I’m going to miss you’ sex.” “Well, can we pretend we’re going to miss each other every time?” She stroked his chest. “Could be interesting.” Bast chuckled. “Are you okay?” “A bit sore, but happily so. How about you?” Sliding his cock and the dildo from her soaked cunt and ass, he undid the strap, tossing the toy onto another part of the bed. Cuddling her close, he answered her. “I’m fine. You were magnificent, Mayri. You inflame me like no other woman I’ve ever known.”

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His lips claimed hers, and she opened herself to him. She knew without a doubt she was falling for this djinn chakera. If she was dead honest, she, Mayri Ola Balhan, had fallen in love with this arrogant sex god. But she knew without a doubt that he didn’t love her. Not with the one waiting to be found. She kissed him back and slowly pulled away. “You better get dressed and find your woman,” she said softly. “The sooner, the better, right?” His gaze raked her face, but she kept her features schooled in neutrality. Hiding her hurt was something she excelled at. “I guess so, but I don’t mind spending a few more minutes with a woman I just thoroughly enjoyed, Mayri,” he said, a confused tone creeping into his voice. “Oh.” Snuggling back into his arms, she closed her eyes and wondered how much it would hurt once he found the woman he was looking for. His arms held her close, and feeling safe, she let herself fade into sleep.

Twenty minutes later, Bast slipped from the bed, covering Mayri with a light blanket. Leaving her was even tougher after what they’d shared. If it weren’t for the fact that his family had told him she wasn’t the one for him, he’d consider it. But the scrolls talked about that yearning and joining of souls that he hadn’t felt with her when they first met face-toface. He cared for her more than he did his sibs, but was that enough to make her the one? Shaking off his thoughts, he cleaned himself and refastened his jeans. Part of him smiled. At least birth control wasn’t a problem. No djinn could reproduce without willing it. Since he was the master of sexuality, he had to create the perfect environment. Glancing over at Mayri, his heart tugged at the thought of her nursing their child while she sat naked on his lap. She’d make a great mother. But that’s not for you; you have another person that’s

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He pulled a cotton t-shirt over his head and tugged it into place. As he finished dressing, he looked back at the sleeping woman in his bed. Why couldn’t you be the one for

me, Mayri? I’ve only known you a short amount of time, but the idea of being without you bothers me. Sighing, he leaned over, kissed her, and then strode out of his rooms. As he neared the room the family had designated for the portal areas in the past, he saw that Bran and Geraint waited for him. “How is she?” Geraint asked, his voice filled with concern. “She’s sleeping right now.” “Fucked her senseless?” Bran asked with a slight smile. Sebastian blushed. “Something like that. You two will watch over her, right? I’m not sure how long this will be, and she seems to trust you both.” “We’ll keep her safe. I like her. She’s very personable and knowledgeable,” Geraint agreed. “Yes, and she’s special to me,” Bast pointed out. “Don’t let anything happen to her that’s against her wishes. She’s not used to how open the djinn world is.” “We’ll make sure that she always has the choice in anything she does. Now go, before she awakens and you find you still standing here,” Bran chastised. Nodding, Sebastian called upon the power of the amulet and the connection between him and Mayri to open the portal. Once it was opened, he stepped into it and turned. “Make sure she knows I’ll be home soon. I’m not forgetting her.” “We know. Goodbye, Bastian. Find the one for you,” Geraint said. With a curt incline of his chin, Sebastian turned around and walked through to the mortal realm.

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“He has no clue, does he?” Bran asked his brother. “That Mayri is the one for him?” Geraint grinned. “I know she wants to be his. But our brother can be dense when it comes to other emotions.” “Hopefully he’ll realize what he’s missing when he speaks to other women.” “The sooner he realizes, the happier they’ll both be.” Bran snickered. “We can only hope. He can be such a dunce at times. But his heart knows truly, even with his denials.” “Gods help us all.”

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Sebastian wandered around the town, taking in various aspects of this quaint but busy area. Each woman he met only made him want to go back and take Mayri one more time. None interested him as emotionally or mentally as much as she did. A few offered to service him, but he turned them down. He needed to find the one. Seeing a woman who reminded him of Mayri, he called out. “Excuse me! Mayri?” The woman turned to face him, and he noticed her eyes were the exact shade of the sky, though her hair was similar to but shorter than his lover’s. “I’m not Mayri. I’m her sister, Tahra. Who are you?” “I’m a friend of your sister’s. Name is Sebastian. She was supposed to help me find a woman, but I think she cut out on me.” The petite woman laughed. “Yes, her best friend, Kim, said that she had to go out of town on an emergency. Can I help you at all, Sebastian?” They walked into the local park, and she gestured him towards a bench while she signaled to a cart pusher for two meals. Being handed two bags and two drinks, Tahra paid the man and joined Sebastian at the bench. She handed him a meal. “Here, you look famished. Now, explain why my sister is trying to help a hot hunk like you find a woman.”

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Sebastian explained that he’d met Mayri through her store and that they talked about things over lunch. After spending time with him, she sympathized with his cause in finding a woman who looked beneath his appearance and saw the real him. Though the story was made-up, it was in fact true in its underlying essence. Once he was done, Tahra nodded, smiling. “Of course, you never once considered my sister, did you?” Her voice was soft, but he heard the deadly intent. “Actually, I had,” he admitted, shocking himself. “But she doesn’t seem to think of me in that way.” “Well, what are the qualities you’re looking for in a woman?” “Love, loyalty, honesty, and a sensuality that enjoys both dominating and submitting, so we both get fulfillment of our desires,” he answered with a smile. Tahra nodded, her auburn hair glinting in the light. “You realize that’s my sister. Well, except the sensuality. I think she keeps that pretty pent up.” “Your sister?” “I know of no woman who embodies those qualities better than her,” she answered honestly. “But does your sister believe in magick?” “Believe in it? She practices it, just as I do.” She pulled on a silver chain, bringing out a charm that looked unfinished. “The other half of this charm is on Mayri’s bracelet. We forged it when we were teenagers. We were raised as Pagans and are well versed in ceremonial magicks. Didn’t she tell you?” He shook his head. “No, she never once mentioned her beliefs.” “Maybe she felt it wasn’t of use, as you didn’t see her as being a woman you could live with,” Tahra said with insight.

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Sebastian was about to sip his drink when he paused. Is Tahra right? Did Mayri not

mention her training and beliefs because she felt she couldn’t compete with the one? Did I ever tell her the requirements of the one, beyond the feelings aroused between the one and the chakera? Probably not, but beliefs alone wouldn’t confirm her as the one. He needed more information. But how to get it? “Sebastian, can I ask you a question? When you told my sister of the search, did you immediately exclude her on some basis for a reason?” He shook his head. “I wouldn’t have otherwise, but there were certain reactions that were mentioned in sacred sources that seemed to rule her out initially. Now, I’m not so sure, though my family thinks she is the one for me.” “Then why do you think she’s not the one for you? You both seem to have all things in common. Plus, you get along with her and she already sees you for you.” Shock flooded his body as he tried to recall the words of his siblings. Had they ever said that Mayri wasn’t the one? Or had they? What had been their exact phrases?

***** Mayri awakened to the sound of tapping on a door. Stretching her body on the circular mattress, she was flooded with memories of Sebastian’s goodbye. Grabbing a purple chiffon robe and wrapping it around herself, she padded her way across the heavily carpeted floor and opened the door. Standing in the doorway was Sebastian’s brother Marek. “Come in. I’m sorry, I was sleeping.” “Supper will be ready in a bit, but I wanted to make sure there was nothing you were wanting.” His eyes followed her movement as she headed towards her bag, where her other nightie was. She tried to not notice, looking to her charm bracelet before responding. “Actually, do you think there’s a way I can get a djinn dress made that covers me a bit more?” She smiled at him. “It’d be nice to not look like a sex slave among you all.”

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He stepped towards her, his hand reaching for her arm. “I can do that. Do you have a colour you prefer?” “Actually, what are Sebastian’s favourite colours?” Marek smiled and gestured around. “Deep reds, oranges, purples.” “Hmm, how about a dark red to complement my hair colour?” Marek stepped closer, touched the nightgown’s strap and hummed words that she didn’t understand. As he did, she felt the fabric of her nightgown stretch, shift, and change. Not only was it the darkest red, a blood red, but also the length was increased to midcalf while the sides were slit, allowing her movement. She noticed that the fabric that had once covered her breasts was now see-through, allowing everyone to see her dark nipples. A momentary blush spread across her cheeks until she recalled how both Siraen and Nadja had dressed -- both showing various amounts of flesh. “Thank you, Marek. This is beautiful.” “You’re more than welcome, Mayri.” He bent in and kissed her on the lips, softly. She felt herself responding to the underlying emotions. He was so hurt and so afraid inside. His emotions swirled around her -- desire, fear, anger, pleasure, pain, and worry. But desire was foremost. He found her beautiful and wanted her. He stepped back and held her gaze. “I’m sorry. My control isn’t easy to maintain, especially around a mortal ...” She stepped forward and placed a finger over his mouth. “Shh, it’s okay, Marek. I just don’t understand why you think I’m beautiful. Is it because I’m different?” “You’re beautiful in soul and body, Mayri. Yes, you treat me like my siblings do; you treat me as if I’m a normal man, one who possesses intellect and soul -- not just as a sexual guru, as many other djinn and jinnis do. But you also are hope. Hope that I might find my one, whoever she might be.”

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Mayri nodded, her thoughts running a mile a minute. What if she was to be the link to Sebastian and Marek was the one for her? Granted, she didn’t feel any emotion like that which she had for Bast, but since he didn’t think she was his one, could it hurt to ask Marek about it? “Would the amulet bring someone for another of the chakera, even if it opened a door to a specific person?” Mayri asked. “How do you mean?” he asked as he stroked her bare arm. His body was close and held a warmth she hadn’t felt before. “What if I’m the one for someone else -- like you, Geraint, or even Bran, but my role to Sebastian was to be that of the facilitator to get him to his one? Then would this all be more sensible?” “Good question. I don’t know if you’re the one for the others or me. But I do know that I am attracted to you, Mayri.” His fingers gently pushed down the straps of her nightgown. “I wish you to know that you have the right to sexually be with any of the chakera or any of the djinn. That is your status of being one called to the amulet. You can refuse me and there will be no hard feelings.” “I don’t know. I’m not the type to cheat on anyone, but Sebastian and I only have a sex deal.” Chimes rang out. “It’s now a new day on Djinn. Listen to me -- you call the shots on this, but I wish to touch you.” Nodding, she closed her eyes. “If I feel uncomfortable, you’ll stop?” “Yes, dear Mayri.” His mouth closed on one breast, teasing it with his hot tongue. The sensation rocked her. It was unlike Bast’s. Not wrong, but different. Yet part of her yearned for it to be Sebastian’s. Where are you, Bast, and why isn’t this you instead of

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His hands slid down to her mons and fondled her gently. Instinctively, she opened her legs, and her heart called for the only man she wished would possess her, heart and soul.

***** Where are you, Bast, and why isn’t this you instead of Marek? The words rang through his head and his soul. Marek was touching her. Marek was going to fuck his Mayri! Shaking his head, Bastian looked at Tahra. “Would your sister ever betray a man she loves?” “No, but if she thought he didn’t love her, she’d move onwards. Why?”

Is she moving on? Do I love her? That was the question, wasn’t it? Did he love her? Was she really his one and he’d pulled the wool over his own eyes? Memories of Nadja’s words haunted him. Oh, shit, she was right. The truth was there in front of me, but I

dismissed it. Then he felt Mayri’s discomfort and that Marek wasn’t listening to her, but to the emotions he sometimes found himself slave to. Grabbing Tahra’s hand, he pulled at her. “Come on, we need to help your sister, now!” “What? Where? How do you know this?” His eyes looked at hers. “Do you trust me, Tahra?” “Do you love my sister, Bastian?” “Yes.” “Then I trust you.” She put her hand in his. “Let’s go find out what’s going on to make you like this.” Sebastian concentrated on Mayri and summoned the magick that would open the portal. “Let’s hope with you being her sister that I can pull you into my world, Tahra.” The flash of light surrounded them as the portal opened in front of them. They both saw the doors with Sebastian’s mark on them. “Let’s go,” he said, stepping in.

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“Oh, gods, I feel like Alice in Wonderland.” “Not quite, but you never know,” Bast responded as he held her hand. They stepped into Djinn, and without losing stride, Bastian slammed through the doors to his room. “Marek, step away from my one, or I’ll fucking kill you!” Before them stood Marek, naked over a nearly nude Mayri, who was bound with silk ties to one post. She was struggling and begging Marek to get control of his emotions. Marek turned towards his brother. “What do you care? You have your one! Tend to her and leave Mayri to me!” Tahra strode forward and slapped Marek’s face. “You will not take my sister without her consent, you bastard!” Shocked, Marek stepped back while looking at the petite woman as Bast quickly undid the ties. “Listen, brother mine. Listen to me!” Marek’s eyes left Tahra and moved to Bast. “Mayri is my one. Mine! I love her and will always love her. None can have her sweet, succulent flesh but me, dammit. Find your own one!” Bastian ripped the amulet off Mayri’s neck and tossed it at Marek. As it flew, it flared between Marek and Tahra, surprising them all. Both their hands were touching the amulet. Mayri chuckled. “I think I know why Marek was so attracted to me.” They all looked at her. “I think my sister might be the one the amulet was to call for Marek. Somehow, the amulet opened up Marek to me because my sister and I are fraternal twins.” “Oh, gods above and below,” Sebastian grunted as he hugged Mayri tighter. “You both look similar, but I didn’t think of her as being your twin.” She cuddled closer to the only man she wanted. He had claimed her as his. She was his one. He’d said so. Reaching up on tiptoe, she kissed his cheek. “I love you, Sebastian.” “And I love you, my pet princess.”

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Tahra looked at her sister and shook her head. “I have not one fucking clue what you’re talking about, but I think you and Bastian need some time alone to work things out. Marek, show me around and explain this whole amulet thing, if you would.” “Yes, my dear.” “Name is Tahra Balhan. Please use it.” “Of course, Tahra, vanlyrea.” “What does that mean?” “Chosen desire.” “Oh, I like it,” Tahra said as she waved to her sister. “We will talk later!” The two sauntered out of Sebastian’s rooms as he pulled Mayri to sit on the bed. Looking at her, he realized just how much he had come to love her. Denial was no longer in front of his eyes. “We have so much to learn about each other.” She blushed. “Yes, we do.” “But I do love you and want you as my one forever, Mayri.” “I want to be your one. I have since the day you told me about it. I ... I practice magick, Sebastian. I don’t know if that’ll make a difference, though it seems that the djinn possess a different type of magick.” He chuckled. “So your sister explained. Why didn’t you tell me?” “Because it wasn’t something you casually slide into the conversations we had.” He caressed her cheek. “I think this calls for something special.” Flashing him a grin, she sat up straighter. “What kind of special?” Leaning close, he licked her lips. “Well, we’ve had makeup and ‘missing you’ sex. I think we need to have ‘I love you’ sex. Especially since we’ve admitted it.” Mayri broke out in a wider grin. “Are there toys involved?”

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“Oh, Mayri, you won’t be able to walk for a week once I’m done pleasuring you, my love.” “Then let’s get to it. I love how you love me.” “Hello, Mayri. May I have ‘I love you’ sex with you?” he asked playfully as he tore away her gown. “Yes, Bast. I would enjoy some ‘I love you’ sex. May I request that first you need to remove those offending clothes so I can suck your cock!” “My one, I believe I can indulge you.” “Why thank you, my loving prince.” As he took off his clothes, she pounced, showing him just how much she had learned from the chakera of sexuality. “Oh, gods, Mayri --” Her mouth sucked hard on his cock before she released him. “I love you.” “Not as much as I ... oh, god, okay ... yes, you do, but I so love you!” His hands threaded through her hair. “Where did you learn this?” “Seems my mate is a god of sexuality or something. I took lessons,” she teased as her mouth closed over him once more, showing him just how much love she had for this man who had freed her.

Cynnara Tregarth Born in Chicago, currently living in the Peninsula state, aka Florida, Cynnara loves to write, has always been writing or telling stories. Unfortunately for her, it means that her sense of direction sucks on occasion, but she can tell you all about ancient history. She always writes hot, but on occasion, delves into various other genres. Yet her first love is paranormal with various other genres tossed in for good measure. You can find Cynnara on the Web at www.cynnara.com, or email her at [email protected].