I stood in front of the fireplace uncertainty lining my stomach. The two Fiyarites studied me carefully. Kallai, the goddess of the Fiyarite Mezzarazza and her son Gibil were to take me to the land of Ifrit to finish my training with the seventh member of my necessary eight to become the armé or weapon of the God Monaco, or as I like to call him Dad. Apparently the only way to get to Ifrit was through the flames and jumping into a raging fire wasn’t exactly the safest sounding thing to me.
Granted I haven’t been human in sometime, but still fire’s hot, fire burns, and all over jumping head first into flames, damn! “It’s the only way Sera,” Gibil reminded me crossing his arms over his bare chest in challenge. “Just breeze out and we’ll take care of the rest.”
Kallai giggled stroking the flames higher with her power and stepped forward letting the flames consume her until she stood in the hearth a flame with a female figure. “My son will lead you, have faith.”
She blasted upward and was gone, which left me standing with Gibil who was guard and son to the Goddess Kallai, and my council appointed next lover. Problem was we are in the middle of a small tiff, you see, he doesn’t like the fact that I wiped the Dryades leader, the Erlking’s mind of me. But it’s not like a common practice, shit the man asked me point blank to do it and I obliged.
“Take my hand Sera,” Gibil said drawing a low heated breath down my already naked body. Clothes apparently not wise to wear while jumping into consuming flames.
“Tell me why you’re so pissed first, the Erlking asked me to wipe his memories and I did. I’ve already told you that he was the only one, and he friggin’ asked,” I remarked ignoring the repetitiveness I felt at stating it yet again.
“I know, I know,” Gibil growled stroking the flames up behind him. The Fiyarites were real swift at jumping through emotions, fiery tempers and all that. “I just don’t like the idea that you could, what’d ya call it, tie into me and switch my channel like I was watching C-SPAN instead of Cartoon Network.”
Part of me wanted to laugh at the analogy, he was raised human, and I loved that about him. But enough was enough, “Ugh, I promised you I would never, ever, do that to you, and you need to get over this hot-head.”
His eyes burned a trail into my bare skin, reminding me what a fraction of his true power felt like to my pale flesh. My lust stretched long and low in her earthen grave, shifting so slightly at his power. I wanted to taste him again, to lick the sweet cinnamon flavor from his mouth. I wanted that and so much more. Damn! “Fine, we’ll discuss it later,” I growled extending my hand out.
He grasped it firmly and pulled me to him in a swift jerk. “You really should have tried to sleep.” His tone softened slightly.
I lowered my head to his bare chest and enjoyed the soothing warmth I felt. “I really didn’t want the nightmares that would have come.” I retorted, “Besides this war has gone on long enough.” I told him drawing back on my earlier vow to be stronger.
Gibil nodded but remained silent. “Release the Aurai power, let your airy state take over your whole body,” he instructed.
With a heavy sigh I did as I was told, releasing the wind and marveling at how fast my essence was drawn around him. “Fire needs air to burn, air moves to and through fire without harm, but too much air and fire can go out,” he explained releasing his body to the pure flame and drawing me into him. The heat was overwhelming but didn’t hurt, as he wove us together in tight bond.
With a pull he moved us to the fireplace and we were exploding through the flames tied tightly together as we moved from flame to ember, burning and glowing, until finally he pulled us back out. He withdrew his power from around me and with a shake returned to his human body.
I drifted in the Aurai state marveling at the room we entered. Reluctantly I pulled back and dropped down my feet warmed by the heat of the marble floor. The fireplace we exited from was enormous. A family of ten could have walked in and out of the thing. My gaze drew around the bedroom taking in all the fiery tones and elements, and pure warmth the space gave off.
With a thought I dressed myself in a long cotton gown, but it evaporated as quickly as I drew it together. I heard Gibil chuckle softly, “the no clothing thing wasn’t just for jumping into the fire Sera, clothes burn up to quick here in Ifrit.”
I turned and looked at him, my body thrilled at the pure nude sight of him. “Where are we?”
“My room,” he replied with a mischievous smirk.
“I can’t walk around nude Gibil,” I crossed my arms leveling a hopefully strong determined gaze at him, but I felt it falter as he stepped closer. Oh saints preserve us, my body raged to run to him, to kiss him and feed from him, and damn did he have to keep looking at me like that?
“All Fiyarites walk around nude Sera,” Gibil stated matter-of-factly.
“I’m not a Fiyarite.”
“Yet,” he murmured.
“Yet,” I agreed hesitantly. “So what’s the game plan?” I asked wondering if they held formal ceremonies or paraded me around like most the others.
“This is it,” Gibil assured me. “You need to state out loud that you agree to take me as your mate by council’s request and that’s it.”
“Just like that?”
“Just like that,” he said stepping closer drawing back some of the heat that was billowing around me.
My body ached to retreat from his powerful approach but the only thing behind me was the bed. A step backwards and I’d land on my butt, so I stood firm. I licked my lips trying to draw moisture across their heated surface. “Shouldn’t you show me around or something?”
“Nope,” he shook the spikes on his head making them flicker with power. “You don’t want to walk around naked and you’ve already meet the mate they lined up for you, you just have to agree to it.”
“Gibil, uh, fine . . . I agree to take you as my mate per the council’s request.” I said at last. He smiled deviously at me and nodded to an unspoken force.
“That will do Sera,” he cooed stepping forward until we barely touched. The heat of him was incredible and my body struggled to remain still and not close the distance, sealing his heat to my flesh.
“Gibil,” his name left my aching lips. “How do I gain the powers of a Fiyarite?”
“Good question,” he murmured softly. “All’s I know is we are to mate, and that I know I’ve wanted to do since I first saw you.”
Shit! My body ached to submit to him, to burn with him, but damn it we just walked in and bam, sex now, no warning, no get to know each other, just we’re here lets have sex. Ugh! I shifted anxiously, and Gibil’s smile widened.
“You’re nervous about being with me?” he beamed an almost arrogant smirk. His hand reached out and his fingertips skimmed my shoulder lightly making me shudder beneath their faint heat.
I fought to argue, to deny, to vehemently insist, but nope. “You’re right,” I admitted lowering my gaze. I didn’t know what making love to Gibil would be like, how I could endure his sweet fire.
“Ok Sera, I’ll show you around town first,” he grinned happily drawing up his other hand and brushing his artisan fingers down my shoulders and around my breasts. His sweltering palms lingered as they stroked over my nipples. His hands pulled back and dipped down to my hips expanding out over my ass, before curving back forward making me arch against his touch.
“Well, you sure you want to go out for a bit?” Gibil questioned his voice heavy with desire.
I nodded, unable to speak any further.
“Ok, those should last for a little while,” he said drawing his fiery blue eyes down across my body. My eyes followed seeing he had dressed me in that bronze fabric, granted as little as possible, but my chest and ass were covered so I was dressed.
“Thanks Gibil,” I murmured.
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