My Wish - Time Guardians Book One (11 page)

"But...but—I've slept—we've slept. It's been days that you've been here. I've seen the sun rise and set...I don't understand..." She almost wailed in her confusion.

Hari left his chair and came around the table, drawing her to her feet. He enfolded her in his strong arms and cuddled her into his chest. She felt Sami behind her, running his fingers gently through her hair.

"Don't be disturbed, Alana-love," gentled Hari in his most seductive tones.

"We don't truly understand it ourselves. But there is something about our presence that affects the passage of time. While we are with you, time passes at a different rate. It allows us to spend as long as is necessary with you without seriously impacting the rest of your life or that of your world."

Sami's hand continued its soft stroking.

"Time has not stopped, dear one, merely slowed to a different rate while we are here," added Sami. "There is no reason to be distraught—we do not like it when you are upset like this..."

She sighed. "I suppose I should have expected something like this. Everything else is kind of weird and strange, why not time itself. Maybe I'll see if I can find that copy of
Temporal Distortion for Dummies
while I'm out."

Hari cocked his head. "What are these books for dummies you mention? Are there so many dummies in your world?"

She chuckled against his wonderful chest. "Probably yes, but never mind. Some things in my world aren't easily explained either." She pulled herself away. "I'm okay now—it was just a shock, that's all. Give me the list and I'll head to the fruit market. What are you two going to do?"

"Well, laundry might be an option," groaned Sami.

"You mean you can't just wave your hands and—poof—clean shorts?"

"We don't wear shorts, Alana, have you forgotten already?" Hari's voice dropped to the dark chocolate level. "Perhaps I should remind you?"

His hand dropped suggestively to the bulge in his jeans and the ever-open top button.

"No, for heavens sake, keep that tucked away for a while, will ya? I need to shop and take a break here..." She sighed.

"Don't be long, Alana-delight," murmured Sami. "We will miss your arousing presence while you're gone."

She licked her lips and wondered if she could talk them into frozen pizza after all. Her nipples were already hard as could be and thrusting against the soft cotton of her top—she was a walking ad for
Great Sex and Plenty Of It
. Plus, her
cushi
bell was held tight against her pussy by the shorts and was giving her a little thrill with every step she took. God, this was going to be one hell of a shopping trip.

Chapter 11

Alana struggled through the door clutching three brown paper bags full of fruits and one obligatory loaf of French bread—her indulgence for the weekend. Food wise, anyway.

Her apartment was silent.

"Hey guys," she called, dumping her burdens on the kitchen table. "I got your stuff. No fresh figs, but I got a packet of dried instead. Is that okay? Guys?"

A cold hand clawed at her heart as silence reigned.

"Oh, God, no. Please…don't leave me yet. Please—no."

With her heart in her mouth, she rushed into the living room to find it empty. Really scared now, she hurried into her bedroom only to stop short on a gasp.

Gone was her traditional room with its sleigh bed and fuzzy rug. In its place was a mystical and brilliant white space.

The walls were covered from floor to ceiling with a floating kind of drapery, sheer and billowing as she moved past. The floors were white marble, with delicate gold-veined tracery through them—she impulsively kicked her sandals off, needing to feel the cool smoothness beneath her feet.

A large futon had replaced her bed and had been moved into the center of the room. Much thicker than ones she had seen in the past, it was covered with a gleaming white satin comforter that just begged to be snuggled in. Very large cushions were casually tossed here and there—the kind that decorator magazines used to great effect—and these were also white, finished with large and ornate golden tassels.

Brass containers had been placed against the walls—heavy white candles in some of them. A huge, thick, white animal skin rug lay casually next to the futon—what kind of animal it was, Alana couldn't begin to guess—the abominable snowman?

She brushed her toe through the silken strands as her eyes half closed against the brilliant glare.

"Look up, Alana," said a voice, and in an instant Hari and Sami were on either side of her, hugging her close.

She obediently raised her head only to draw in a quick breath. She almost forgot to let it out.

Her ceiling had completely disappeared, to be replaced with the most amazing glass dome.

"Good God," she sputtered, completely awestruck. "What happened to the roof?"

"It is fortunate that you live on the top floor of this building, Alana-love," grinned Sami. "It would have been more of a challenge if you'd been lower down. But never fear, this is a temporary creation—all can be returned to its normal state."

"And others will not see it from outside—it is in our dimension, not yours," added Hari reassuringly.

"But all this—this—
white
..." She looked at Hari and Sami, questions trembling on her lips.

"It is a special place for a special experience, Alana...but let's enjoy our meal first, and we will tell you all about it."

Hari led her unresistingly into the kitchen and seated her at the table, pulling a bottle of mineral water from the fridge and sliding it across to her.

Absently, she opened it and took a long drink.

"Okay, guys, please explain to me why my room now looks like an ad for the cleaning power of Genie Sudso? Not that I object, mind you. I have thought about redecorating, but this is a little drastic."

"It is necessary to remove all external distractions for our next session, Alana," said Hari.

"Furniture is a distraction?"

"It might be. This way, the neutral surroundings will enhance the experience for you."

"And exactly what experience would that be?"

"How much do you know about Tantric Yoga?"

*~*~*~*

Alana gazed at the platter of fruit that Sami had just placed in the center of the table. The pleasing array of chopped papaya and mangoes mingled with the grapes and the shine of the mandarin oranges. But all these mouthwatering colors were wasted on her as she tried to pull some data on Tantric Yoga out of her befuddled brain.

"There's a musician who does it..." was the best she could come up with. "That's not much to start with, is it?" She grimaced.

Hari and Sami looked at each other and shook their heads. Sami filled his plate and began his meal, while Hari tilted his chair back on two legs, folded his hands across his marvelously sculpted abs and gazed thoughtfully at Alana.

"Hmmm. Where do I start. Tantra, Alana, is a very ancient perspective on life, and is probably something like five thousand years old. It holds everything, each and every aspect of creation, most sacred. The word 'Tantra' is from the Sanskrit, and can be translated as—um—expanding, spreading. Tantric beliefs include the concept of energies, which can be expanded and woven together. It's a very spiritual belief that is difficult to fully explain. It is very mystical in its acceptance of a kind of interconnectedness—a spiritual link, so to speak—between our universe and ourselves. Are you with me so far?"

"Yes, I think so. Where does the sex come in?"

Sami chuckled. "Don't like to waste time on preliminaries, do you?"

Alana blushed. "It's all your fault."

"That's all right, sweet delight. It would take much more time than we have to instruct you fully in the ways of Tantra—and you're right, Tantric yoga has become associated mostly with sex."

He leaned over and took a swig of Alana's water.

"The practitioners of Tantric yoga believe that sexual energy is one of the most fundamental—it is, after all, the process whereby life is created. So the aim of Tantric yoga is to release that sexual energy, blend it with that of your bedmate and experience a sexual release that is different from any you've experienced before. Simply put, the ability to have a Tantric orgasm is a liberating experience, and goes a long way towards releasing one's inhibitions and preconceived notions about one's sexual abilities."

Alana gaped at him.

"Wow."

Sami bit his lip. "It is really not that complicated, Alana," he said, trying not to laugh at her rather dubious expression.

"Well—it sounds good, but I've never been one for this new-age hippie kind of stuff, and the one time I took a Yoga course I wrenched my back."

Hari sat his chair up straight.

"Alana, give me your hands," he said, stretching his arms across the table.

She placed her hands in his palms. He closed his fingers, lightly holding hers.

"Now I want you to close your eyes and try to empty your mind—think of a deserted beach, a piece of black velvet cloth—anything simple and uncluttered." The warmth from his hands grew as he kept his clasp light but solid.

"I want you to be aware of your breathing—open your lips slightly—inhale through your nose and exhale through your lips. No..." He squeezed her fingers as she blew out a harsh breath. "It should be a natural breathing rhythm—just in and out, nose and lips. Remember to focus on the simplicity within your mind,"

Alana focused, finding it easier than she thought to catch the rhythm.

"Good, that's good, Alana," said Hari quietly.

"Now I want you to remember an erotic experience—let's try our bath together. Do you remember that?"

Hari's voice soothed her with its rich cadence, and she smiled, eyes closed, remembering. "Oh yessss…"

"I want you to move your body a little, just rock back and forth in time with your breathing, can you do that?"

In answer to a little tug from Hari's fingers, she rocked forward and then back as he released her.

"Now as you rock back, I want you to clench your pubic muscles—then release them as you rock forward. Try now..." encouraged Hari.

It took a few tries, but eventually she got the hang of it, coordinating her breathing, her rocking and her clenching. Hari's fingers were still on hers, helping her keep a smooth rhythm and gentle movements—there was nothing overt here, it was so subtle that she could have been swaying to music.

Hari and Sami nodded to each other, but their actions went unnoticed by their pupil. She had grasped the idea of the movements and was completely focused on what she was doing.

"That is excellent, Alana. Tell me, what are you feeling?"

"I'm feeling—I'm feeling very warm where your hands are holding mine, Hari, and I'm feeling a kind of fullness—um—it's very arousing—"

Her grip on Hari's fingers tightened.

"I'm thinking of Sami's mouth and lips and tongue on me while you touch me in—other places..." She blushed and her rocking became a little more rhythmic. "Oh my—this is incredible—I feel—I feel..."

"What do you feel, Alana?" asked Hari, keeping his hands on hers as she started to breathe more quickly.

"I feel like I'm going to—going to—oh, God—I'm going to come."

She gasped and threw her head back, squeezing Hari's fingers 'til they were bloodless. Her mouth opened in a silent scream and shivers racked her, finally leaving her drained and bowed, head resting on the table.

Her hands slid from Hari's.

"Holy cow."

*~*~*~*

"That was excellent, Alana." Hari beamed at her with pride.

"You said it." She blew hair away from her forehead with a big whoosh. "And I don't feel tired, either."

"Tantric sex is energizing rather than depleting," added Sami. "You are feeling the effects of having tapped into the energies around you to have an orgasm. Wait 'til you have one with Hari."

Alana's jaw dropped as she considered the possibilities.

"But first, eat—the fruits are an excellent pre-Tantric meal. The papaya and the pineapple contain enzymes which will aid in your digestion, thus freeing up your body's physical resources," said Sami, sounding like a nutrition class.

"The other fruits contain sugars and carbohydrates that are easily converted into energy that will help sustain you, and there is nothing here that will slow any of your body's processes down—you will be fully fueled for your journey."

"Um—if you say so." She tucked into a plate full of delicious fruit that Sami slid across in front of her.

"We will spend the afternoon in a restful fashion—both Sami and I would like to try our hand at your puzzles—we have some items which are similar in our quarters. Would this be a possibility?"

"Hari—you don't even need to ask. Of course, you may do whatever you like. Is there anything I should be doing to prepare for this—er—Tantric thingy?"

"You may rest, you may take a leisurely bath, you may read—all we ask is that you keep your activities tranquil so that the body and the mind may be fully relaxed by the time we begin. I will also tell you now that Sami will not be joining us for this experience—the presence of another would be too distracting."

"Oh, and you're not, I suppose." She enjoyed the sensual picture Hari made as his hand idly stroked across his chest and flat nipple.

"Truth to tell, Alana, my decorating stint this morning has exhausted me. I will relish the chance to sleep for several hours and sort of recharge my energies. Having you in my arms at night can be disturbing on many levels..." Sami wiggled his brows playfully.

Alana sighed. If George could only manage that little maneuver.

Of course, having two lovely Djinns doing jigsaw puzzles on her coffee table wasn't the most restful thing in the world, mused Alana a few hours later.

Her heartbeat quickened just from watching them. Sami's golden silk hair fell onto his shoulders as he nibbled a finger and tried to fit the piece he was holding into an available slot.

Her clit twitched at the sight of his tongue as it swept across his lips.

Hari had secured his hair at the back of his neck with a loose tie. It was a flattering look, throwing his finely sculpted features into prominence and letting light flash from his dark eyes every now and again.