Wish Me Up, Rub Me Down [A Desires of the Lamp Tale]

by Melinda Barron

  They'd never done anything like that before, not in the weeks that they'd been together. Their bodies shook, and just when Anya thought it was over, it started again. Wave after wave of passion flowed over her until she thought she would surely die of it. As she cried out in pleasure, colorful bolts of lightning appeared, sizzling the air around them. She closed her eyes, but the brilliant sparks of light went off behind her eyelids, just as if she was watching a fireworks show.

  "Shazzan above, I've never seen it before,” Paran said in awe.

  His statement made her wonder exactly what it was. She finally collapsed onto Anuis’ chest, his rapid heartbeat reassuring. Makin collapsed onto her back, pressing into Anuis.

  She lifted her eyes to him, gasping when she realized he was unconscious. A quick look at Makin showed him to be in the same state. She glanced at Paran, who stared at them, his mouth open.

  "What's wrong? What's happening?"

  Suddenly, another wave of pleasure washed over her and Anya's body went numb. Seconds later she too slipped into oblivion, her body still held firm between her lovers.

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  Chapter Fifteen

  Anya woke in her own bed, her body tender, but pleasantly warm. She sat up and looked around the darkened room.

  "Makin? Anuis?"

  "Sorry.” Paran appeared at her bedside. “Just me. How are you feeling?"

  "Fine. Where are Makin and Anuis?"

  "They had business to attend to. Are you hungry? Shall I conjure dinner for you? Perhaps something French, or Italian?"

  "Dinner? What time is it?"

  "It is after seven."

  Her head swam. “After seven on Friday? I missed work and I didn't call in?"

  "It is after seven on Saturday, and Makin called your Phil, told him that he was kidnapping you for the weekend so he could show you the lamp factory."

  "Lamp factory? What happened to me? What happened to us?” She laid back and then sat bolt upright. “Wait a minute. It's Saturday?"

  Paran's smile was warm and tender. “Something I never thought I'd see. Something that let me know I was right when I gave up the fight for your assignment. And yes, it is Saturday."

  "But what happened? And where are they?"

  "They are trying to decide what happens next, and they needed to talk with the elders. They will return tomorrow. Until then, consider me your babysitter. Would you like to play bad little girl and stern au pair? I give wonderful spankings."

  She laughed, and shook her head. “No. But thank you for the offer. I am hungry, though. And I would like more of an explanation than you gave me."

  "Food I can give, explanations, no. That will be up to your men. Now, Italian, or French, or maybe Greek?"

  "Italian. I love lasagna."

  A table appeared and Paran offered her his hand. She started to stand, and then realized she was naked. She shook her head at him.

  "Oh very well, spoil all my fun,” he muttered, before he produced clothes for her.

  He escorted her to the table and her stomach rumbled as the smells hit her. The only thing that would make it better was if Makin and Anuis could share the meal. She took a piece of bread as she pondered where they were, what had happened, and how she could miss two full days of her life and not even know it.

  * * * *

  "You cannot force the situation."

  Makin stood, his hands balled into fists. “We are forcing nothing. The mating happened. We felt it, all three of us."

  "Be that as it may, she is a mortal. She must be allowed to choose, and she must be given all the facts. All of them."

  "Are you saying she can't be turned? Must you forget that I was turned?"

  "You were, but you were given a choice. You cannot do it without her consent. And for the three of you to mate? It is almost unheard of."

  Anuis, who had sat silently, now stood. “Are you saying she would have to choose?"

  The elder shook his head. “It is mate, after all, not mates.” He said the words as if explaining them to a small child.

  "Love can bloom between three people."

  The elder turned to Makin. “I'm surprised at you. You who keeps yourself hidden from everything except physical pleasure. For you to say you feel love is most extraordinary. Does this woman know that if she mates with one of you, if she becomes Djinn, that she will have to work, that she will have to provide pleasure to other people? Physical pleasure?"

  "We have not spoken of anything to her,” Anuis said. “We wanted all the facts first."

  Makin cleared his throat. “What if I asked to be mortal again?"

  The silence in the room was deafening. Finally, the elder said in a whisper, “What did you say?"

  "If I turned back. I could live with her as a mortal."

  "You could. But Anuis could not. He was born Djinn, and must stay that way."

  "Why?” Anuis straightened. “I have heard tales of Djinn who have asked to be released of their calling."

  The elder turned to Anuis. “You would be banished forever, with no contact of this world, your world, and your people. Would you give that up for one woman?"

  "For what I felt a few days ago, yes."

  The three elders conferred amongst themselves before turning to Makin and Anuis.

  "You must decide what to do. You have free will, after all. But you must make her aware of the situation, and what could happen. We will know your decisions by your actions and take appropriate measures."

  The three men disappeared and Anuis turned to Makin. “Do you truly love her, or is it only the mating call you felt?"

  Makin looked at the floor, and then back at Anuis. “I've asked myself that for two days now. What I felt was more than the call. I tried to deny it, but my heart told me differently."

  "I tried to tell you, but you didn't listen."

  Makin laughed. “Would you be willing to share her with me?"

  "It wouldn't be sharing, if the three of us were mated. It would be bonding, between all of us. We would be bonded together, the three of us."

  "Paran tells me she's awake. We will let her decide whether we live as Djinn, or die as mortals."

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  Chapter Sixteen

  "Are you kidding me? Why is this my decision? I can't believe you would leave this to me and not try to help me."

  Anya paced her bedroom, her mind reeling. She knew that what she'd felt with them the other night had been different, had not been in the realm of what she'd normally felt. But for them to tell her now that it was a mating call, that they wanted her to decide whether she would turn Djinn, or stay human or they would change—it just wasn't fair.

  She sat down on the bed next to Anuis. Makin was lounging against the headboard.

  "Do you not love us?” Anuis’ voice was soft and he caressed her shoulder.

  Anya shivered under his touch. “Of course I do. But this is so much to throw at me, so much to try and decide in what, a week?"

  "Actually, there are four days left.” Makin said.

  She turned to him. His handsome face was full of emotion, and emotion she'd never seen there before. This was the man who'd told her he couldn't love, that he could give pleasure, but couldn't love. She could see now that he did. Whether he said the words or not, he loved her, and he loved Anuis.

  They could be together, the three of them. Living as a family. Loving each other. The question was how they would do it. Would they live as humans, or as Djinn? They'd already explained to her that if she were turned Djinn, that she would have “the calling.” She would work for the Desires of the Lamp organization and spread pleasure to other humans, just as Makin and Anuis had to her. The idea was nerve racking. She wasn't sure what to do. Could she ask them to give up their immortality to live with her here, in New York City?

  And for what? For her job, and her friends? She wasn't close to her mother, but Heather, and Sheri, they would be hard to give up.

  She t
urned back to Anuis. “Where would we live? On some otherworldly plane? Floating amongst the clouds and traveling by blinking our eyes?"

  "Actually we have cloud taxis that flit from realm to realm."

  Anya and Anuis both whirled around to face Makin, who laughed. “Just kidding."

  "You cracked a joke?” Anya giggled, the feeling grabbing her in the pit of her stomach and spreading through her body, making her insides quiver in delight and spreading a warm feeling throughout her body.

  "I'm not without humor,” he said, his face falling.

  "I'm sorry, it's just you're always so serious."

  "I'm serious about you, Anya. About the three of us."

  She shivered as Anuis moved her back onto the bed. Soon she was nestled between them, their hard cocks pressed against her front and back.

  "Will it be like that every time? The thunderbolts? The lights? The unconsciousness?"

  "No,” Makin said as Anuis kissed her shoulders. “The initial mating call is that way, to let the Djinn know he, or she, has found their mate. A three-way mating is almost unheard of, and the elders are most surprised."

  "Why have we not felt it in the last three weeks? We've been together, with both of you in my body."

  "Not as we were on Thursday,” Makin said. “The feel of our bodies, of you clutching us tightly and the rub of our cocks together, inside your body, produced the emotions that brought it about."

  "So, it's not emotional, it's physical."

  "No,” Anuis said, his lips moving lower. He pushed her onto Makin's body and began to kiss her buttocks. “It's emotional, too."

  "So it just forces it to the forefront."

  "Something like that,” Makin replied, his fingers tracing her sides.

  "What about children? If we have children how would we explain it to them? To others? This is my mother and these are my fathers? I don't know which one is my true father?"

  Makin pulled her face to his, kissing her gently. “We will know. A Djinn knows when he has impregnated his mate. And we will love the children equally, because they come from you, from us. From our love."

  Tears filled Anya's eyes as Makin lifted her onto his cock, sliding her down and gently moving her back and forth. Anuis was still behind her, his hands tracing her buttocks, his touch sending shivers up her spine.

  Makin set an easy pace, sliding her up and down on his cock as Anuis teased her. When his fingers smoothed warm cream onto her anus she shivered in delight, holding still while he positioned himself at her rosy opening, and pushed inside.

  Makin's groan of pleasure matched her own as Anuis gently inserted himself into her anus, stopping each time Anya moaned, allowing her to adjust to the both of them.

  When she was ready, she bucked her hips and they began to move, sliding in and out of her in a rhythm that brought her close to orgasm, backed off, and brought her close again.

  She closed her eyes and imagined sleeping with the two of them each night, of them holding her close. Of her belly being full with their babies. She closed her eyes and gasped.

  "I can see into your minds. How is that possible? Have I made a choice, unconsciously?” Her words were deep, coming on deep ragged breaths of air as she fought off an orgasm yet again. She didn't want this to end, not yet. She wanted to keep them buried inside her forever.

  No. Makin's voice sounded in her mind. It is the link between us. The love we feel for one another.

  We don't want it to end, either. Anuis said. We want to be with you, forever.

  Forever. The word echoed through her mind as they rocked together. The pressure on her clit was intense, building yet again. She knew she couldn't fight off climax another time, knew that she didn't want to. She rocked harder and they did the same.

  Makin's finger dipped into the tight space between them and pinched her clit. It was all it took. Anya screamed out her release, her Djinn screaming theirs with her. They collapsed together, their hearts beating as one.

  When she'd recovered her voice, she sighed and said, “Explain to me exactly what I'd have to do as a Djinn."

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  Chapter Seventeen

  "You seem pensive, Bart.” Anya lifted her gaze to the doorway of her office where Nathan stood. “Something wrong?"

  "No. I'm just thinking. Trying to make decisions and figuring how that decision will play out in my life."

  "Oh, well, good luck with that. I just thought maybe you wanted to run slogans by me or something."

  The humor in his voice made her smile. “Sorry. Didn't mean to get personal."

  When he didn't leave, she lifted her eyebrows at him. “Is something wrong?"

  "You seem different. It's not just the clothes, although they are a nice change, but you seem more normal."

  Anya snorted, then covered her mouth and nose and laughed. “I think there's a compliment in there, but I'm not sure where."

  "Yeah, there is. You know I never thought of you as more than the, um..."

  She could tell he was struggling for something to say. “The fat woman next door?” she offered.

  "Yeah. Sorry."

  "That's okay. That's how I thought of myself, too. Until I met Makin and Anuis."

  Nathan's eyes widened. “You fell in love with a client? Which one?"

  "Both of them."

  "Oh crap, does Phil know this?"

  "Yes. I told him this morning.” Or should I say we told him. The three of us.

  Anya thought back to the conversation, to Phil's angry look and the way her Djinn had defended her. She may not have decided whether or not to live as mortal or Djinn yet, but she knew she had to have them in her life. Phil had been furious with her for her lack of professionalism.

  For a moment, she'd thought Makin would punch him, but Anuis had held him back. She'd thought Phil would fire her, but he didn't. And she was glad. If she chose for them to live as mortals, they would need the income. She had no idea how Makin and Anuis would find jobs, much less prove that they were citizens of the U.S., or any other country.

  "So what did he say?"

  "After he yelled at me? Not much."

  "Damn Anya, how embarrassing. What happens when they find out? You'll have to give up the account."

  Anger boiled up in Anya's body. “What do you mean when they find out? When they discover that a fat woman loves them?"

  "Well, not to put too blunt a point on it, but yeah. I mean they hired you to write slogans, not fantasize about them like a teen-age kid. Plus, what makes you think..."

  Nathan's words died down as he realized what he was about to say. Anya stared at him, her eyes dark with rage.

  "Go ahead, Nathan. What makes me think they'd love me back? After all, I'm too fat for a boyfriend, right?"

  "Anya, I'm sorry. I didn't mean..."

  "Sure you did. You know, Nathan, I thought maybe you'd changed, that you were different, too, since Aliya left. But I guess I was wrong. For your information, the feeling is mutual. We're moving in together, the three of us. We love each other."

  "They're fags? Figures.” He crinkled his nose in disgust.

  "I'm not going to try and explain something to you that you obviously have no capacity to believe, or feel. I want you to leave. Right now."

  "Fine. But you should know, Anya, that I'm normal. It's you and your new friends who are weird."

  He slammed the door as he left and Anuis’ voice rang out. “He needs a visit. I'm thinking from Luca, beautiful, soft Luca."

  "Luca's too good for him,” Makin said. “He needs someone harsher, someone who can teach him a lesson, like Rhiana."

  When they materialized, they were sitting in the chairs opposite from her desk, dressed in jeans and button-downs.

  "Who is Rhiana?"

  "A demon Djinn,” Makin said with a laugh. “She takes the harsher cases, like the idiot who just left."

  "Nathan's not such a bad guy. He's just very superficial."

  "He's a moron,” Anuis said
. “He needs to learn that love knows no boundaries, male or female, large or small. It would do him a world of good."

  Anya toyed with the pen on her desk, her gaze cast down.

  "You have made a decision?” Anuis cocked his head at her.

  "No, I haven't. But I have until tomorrow, right?” Where had the last few days gone? It seemed like only yesterday that they told her of the bonding, and of the choice that had to be made. They'd made love over and over, each time taking her to new heights that left her feeling drained, and undeniably thrilled with life. When they were not making love, they were talking, laughing at each other's jokes and sharing tidbits about their lives, and about what they'd done, and what they hoped to do.

  "Tonight at midnight,” Makin said softly. “That is tomorrow."

  "So I don't get all day tomorrow? What happens if I haven't decided?"

  "Then we might get called to another assignment,” Anuis said. “You must decide."

  "Some help with the decision would be nice,” she said. “You haven't even bothered to tell me what you want. Plus, I still have one more wish."

  "Which will take place tonight,” Anuis replied. “Dancing for a roomful of men, making every last one of them hungry for you."

  Anya shook her head. “Suddenly it doesn't seem like such a great wish. I don't want them all hungry for me. I just want the two of you that way."

  "You already have that,” Makin replied, his grin making her stomach do flip-flops. “I'm hard for you even now."

  They stared at each other, and Anya jumped when the phone rang. She gave her name as she answered, then a cry of delight.

  "Annette. Hi! This is a surprise. Need an advertising agent for the dance studio?"

  She listened; then laughed. “Tonight? I'm sorry, I already have plans. Plus, I'm not ready to dance in public."

  Anya lifted her gaze to Anuis when he cleared his throat and nodded at her. Realization dawned and she smiled. This was her final wish, to dance and excite everyone in the room. But instead of whisking her to a sultan's palace, or even a strip club, they were giving her the opportunity to dance with the people she'd been practicing with for a month now, to put her new found skills to the test.