The Final Wish, page 3
Almost there …
“Almost there,” she groaned aloud.
He quickened his pace and stilled as the third orgasm slammed through her, his own shuddering moan announcing his arrival at the same point.
His weight collapsed on her. She could feel his racing heartbeat thudding against her chest, matching her own thundering pulse as he panted against her throat.
After a few seconds, Caleb’s breathing slowed and he rolled them onto their sides, staying buried deep within. He brushed her mussed hair back behind her ear and searched her face.
Ishari’s eyes blurred in the aftermath of her last orgasm, her body and soul satiated beyond anything she’d experienced before. Never had any of her masters treated her with such tenderness, such love. Another tear escaped her lower lid and slid down her cheek. “I wish I was free to stay like this in your arms forever,” she whispered.
Caleb cupped her face, his eyes greedily drinking in the sight of her as he wiped away the teardrop with his thumb. “I wish we were both free to spend the rest of our lives together.”
Her gold cuffs heated against her skin, and then pain and a blinding light seared her brain as the power flowed through her. This was it. His final wish.
When the light receded, she opened her eyes expecting to find herself back in the palace. Instead Caleb’s concerned eyes searched her own. Ishari lifted a hand to her face to find her Djinn cuffs gone. She felt different, somehow lighter and yet not, as if she was more and less at the same time.
“What just happened?” Caleb croaked.
“You’ve freed me.” She looked up at him with incredulous disbelief.
“The wish!” His face split into a grin as he grabbed her face between his hands. “Sorry brother, but I used this one for myself.”
She remembered the words of his wish as he kissed her like there was no tomorrow. The joy in her swelled to overflowing when she realised there would be a tomorrow, and the next day and the next.
For the rest of our lives.
Epilogue
Ryan stumbled out of the beach house and onto sand. His head spun from booze and drugs.
“Hey, where’d you go?” he yelled into the darkness after the exotic beauty he’d followed from the bar.
Only the sound of the breaking surf answered him.
Maybe she went for a swim.
He smiled. A midnight ocean fuck might be just the ticket.
Ryan chuckled to himself, stumbling forward. The water’s edge was still a few feet away when he slipped off his shirt. The button and zipper proved a little more elusive but he finally managed to get them undone and pushed the black denim down over his hips, only to catch the legs on his shoes. He tumbled backwards onto his arse and laid down the sand. He just wanted to catch his breath first and wait for his head to stop spinning.
Shit, I’m wasted. He could just see Caleb’s disapproving frown at his current state especially after their argument earlier this evening over that girl he brought home.
God, his little brother had turned into such an old man lately. Ryan frowned and closed his eyes.
Such a dick …
* * *
He woke feeling wetness seeping in around him and groaned. Fuck, don’t tell me I’ve pissed the bed.
Except Ryan wasn’t in his bed. He was lying on wet sand with the black surf surging over his bare legs as the stars twinkled above. Apart from the jeans tangled around his ankles he was completely naked and had no idea how he’d gotten there. As he pushed into a sitting position something hard dug into his hand. He lifted it nearer to his face and squinted at it in the light of the full moon. It looked familiar, very familiar. It looked a lot like that stupid little bottle Caleb brought back from Marrakesh.
What the fuck was it doing here?
Shit. He must have stolen it to annoy Caleb. His brother treasured the bloody thing above anything else. And Ryan seemed to enjoy doing all he could these days to piss Caleb off.
A sudden pang of guilt and remorse washed over him. Caleb was the talent behind the band and the jealousy seemed to gnaw at Ryan’s soul some days. All he did was sing the words Caleb wrote to the music that Caleb composed. Caleb was the reason for their success because the little shit had more talent in his little finger than Ryan had in his whole body.
But it wasn’t Caleb’s fault. And he didn’t help much by being so strung out on drugs and booze.
No. That was all his own doing. Well, now could be the perfect time to make something right. He could return this little bottle back to its rightful place and hope Caleb hadn’t even noticed it was missing.
Ryan rubbed the wet sand off the blue glass to find writing etched into the bottle. “Mari,” he read out loud.
The surface heated in his hands and shook. The most stunning hottie he’d ever seen, coloured silks barely covering her luscious body, appeared before him and bowed low in the surf lapping at his feet.
“Master. I am Mari, your Djinn,” the woman said.
What. The. Fuck.
He must be more fucked up than he thought. Now he was hallucinating some erotic version of I Dream of Jeannie. He reached out to touch her and his fingertips tingled with the contact.
She’s definitely real.
“Who the hell are you?” he asked climbing to his feet.
She rose to her full height, though inclined her head. “I am yours to command, master. At least until you’ve made your three wishes.”
“You’ve got to be fucking kidding me.”
“I’m sorry, master.” Uncertainty flashed across her face. “Please forgive me if I have offended you. This is my first time.”
“No, it’s not you,” he said, instantly sorry, and ran his hand through his hair. “I just wish I could stop fucking things up.”
The gold cuffs on her wrists glowed and she held her arms up toward the sky. “Done.”
About Tracey O’Hara
Tracey has been reading from a young age and loves a mix of action, adventure and romance. She came to writing erotic fiction on a dare and discovered that not only was it fun, but she had a bit of a knack for it. She is a wife, a mum to two grown boys as well as three cats and a cute pug called Colin. She also writes under the name Tracie Sommers.
First published by Momentum in 2012
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