Wet and Wilde (21 page)

She will bear me many children. She is strong and able. She will make a great queen. You must welcome her as our tradition dictates.

Her pussy aching with need, her body aflame, her legs still wide apart, her hips still gripped firmly in Josh’s hand, she waited. What was their tradition? Couldn’t the creatures wait? Wasn’t it obvious they were busy at the moment?
Um, Josh? Can’t this tradition thing wait a little while? I mean, I was so close…

She tried to pull her legs closed. There was something very uncomfortable about being open and exposed like that, before all those strange beings.

No. Remain as you are. This is our tradition, and your deepest fantasy.
He laid her upon a flat rock balanced atop a taller rock that resembled a pillar and then he breathed into her mouth.

My deepest fantasy? I don’t think so
. She closed her mouth, trapping the air inside, and shut her eyes against the faces hovering around her. Ghostlike, their eyes big, they studied her as if she were a specimen.

Yet, she had to admit, her pussy was throbbing. There was something very erotic about the experience.

He is my son and future king. As his wife, your responsibilities will be many. We welcome you, and bless your body so that it will be fruitful and will bring many babies.
The woman ran her hands down Jane’s body, from the tips of her collarbone to her toes.

Another voice said,
He is my brother, and keeper of all things dear to our people. We worship your body as the vessel of his seed, wishing you many fruitful years and blessings.
Another round of touches traveled up and down her body. Light and fleeting, they tickled her, leaving a trail of goosebumps in their wake.

He is my son,
a male voice said. The voice was deep and commanding, much like Josh’s.
And my future heir. He holds the future of our people in his hands. As his wife, you must protect that future, bear it with pride, nourish and nurture it until it is brought to maturity. We worship your body as the giver of life, the chosen one to nurture the future of our people.
His touch was more firm as it traveled down over her breasts and stomach and then down her legs.

Now, we must bless your fertility,
he commanded.

What does that mean? Please tell me these people aren’t into group sex. That’s never been my thing.

Have no fear,
Josh said in her head.
Give in to the pleasure. They are preparing you for me. Let them.

Preparing how?
Jane opened her eyes and met Josh’s reassuring gaze, and then she nodded. Two women reached for her legs, wrapping their hands around her knees and lifting them, forcing her legs far apart.

Oh God!
Jane released a blast of air, and Josh covered her mouth with his, filling her lungs again. His tongue dipped into her mouth, stroking hers, and sending hot sparks between her legs.

They are preparing you for me,
he repeated before drawing away.
Close your eyes.

Okay, I can handle this. It’s a tradition. I’m sure it’s nothing kinky…not too kinky, I hope.
She did as he told her to, but opened them with the first touch. A woman was running a handful of green stuff up and down her body, chanting in some language she couldn’t understand. Another approached with bright flowers of some kind.

Flowers? In the sea?

The woman set them upon her stomach, low, over her womb. Only then did she realize they weren’t flowers. They were hard. Carved out of something, crystal? Beautiful.

More voices joined the chanting, and hands reached from all directions toward her, resting on every part of her body, her tits, stomach, pussy, legs, ass. Currents of electricity shot from them, zapped up and down her spine and exploded in her womb, feeling like a million tongues teasing her clit.

Her stomach muscles clenched into a tight ball, lifting her hips higher, and her thigh muscles pulled, spreading her legs further.

That’s it, love,
Josh said in a honey-smooth voice.
Give in to the pleasure. Let them worship your body and bless our love.

The chanting picked up in pace, and with it, the teasing strokes over her clit. Between the strange sounds in her head and the agonizingly erotic touches on her pussy and ass, she thought she’d go mad with need. Her body was flaming hot, her blood like lava, carrying that heat upwards and out. A pool of it collected in her gut.

She needed him. Inside.

Josh! Fuck me.

Her pussy clamped closed around its own emptiness, eager to be filled. She felt her ass cheeks being spread. The chanting changed, becoming as urgent as the need building inside her.

Patience, Love.
They’re not through with the blessing yet. Show me how much my love pleases you.
He breathed for her again, filling her lungs. He tasted sweet and musty. Of her juices.
I drink from you.
He drifted to the end of the rock and joined the chanting. As she looked down, she saw him drop his head between her legs, and his tongue drew slow, lazy circles around her slit.

The women pulled at her legs, stretching her inner thigh muscles, but she gloried in the feeling, wanting to be open to him. It felt so right, surrendering her body to him like this, open, raw, nothing hidden.

We will see our blessings received, the
man said.
Show us how you receive our blessings.

Come for them,
Josh whispered into her soul.
Come for all of them, and welcome their blessings into your spirit.

His words alone nearly sent her over the edge. With the help of one tight circle over her clit, she came, every muscle in her body pulsing in orgasm.

The people cheered and sang, and Josh kissed her.
You are now my wife and their queen. Welcome to your new kingdom.

As the final twitches of her climax settled, she opened her eyes and saw what she hadn’t seen before, a city of crystal, sparkling as the light of the distant sun shot through the deep waters and struck the cut facets.

Come and see your new home.
Josh breathed into her mouth, took her hand, and she followed him into the glittering new world before her.

She glanced back and met the welcoming gazes of the people, the warm smiles and reverent bows.

Our queen.

She was a queen? Plain Jane. The woman who’d let fear run her life for years?

How could it be so? Yet, as she stood at the bottom of the sea, she stared at the city of crystal that was as real as anything she’d ever seen before.

Somehow, this was her new life. A life full of wonder and beauty, with the man she loved. That alone was enough for her.

She was in heaven.

Chapter 18

Irony makes life interesting.

“You look like death warmed over,” Diana proclaimed the minute she stepped into Jane’s hospital room, surgical mask in one hand, latex gloves in the other. “In fact, I came here ready to throttle you. You’d better be damn grateful you’re so sick.” She hooked the mask over her face, slipped on the gloves and shook her head. “Look at you!”

Diana, it’s good to see you too. Glad to hear you haven’t worried about me too bad the past twelve months.
Jane forced a smile. “Thank you for pointing out the bright side to getting a bone marrow transplant. Stupid me, I thought it was plain misery.”

“So, when are you going to tell me what happened to you? One minute we were getting ready for a girls’ night out and the next, you’re gone. And nothing, no calls, no letters. For twelve months!”

“Sorry.”

She plopped onto the mattress, resting her rear end next to Jane’s knees. “The least you could have done was call me, you little bitch! I hate you for making me worry for a whole year!”

“I didn’t have access to a phone.”

“Bullshit! You could have found a phone. I won’t hear any excuses.”

“Fine. I should have found a phone.”
Why did I call her? I feel like death. I don’t need a lecture.
Jane let her eyelids fall closed and wished she could undo what she’d done by calling Diana several days ago. She glanced at the clock. Good God, it had only been three minutes since Diana had arrived! How long were visiting hours?

“The police will be happy to hear they can close the missing person’s case.”

“See? A bright side. Now, will you quit punishing me? I just had a bone marrow transplant, for God’s sake. I’m miserable enough.”

Diana sighed. “I suppose I could lighten up a bit. So, I’m assuming you married Josh?”

“Yes.”

She clucked her tongue and pulling the mask down, scowled like only Diana could do. “You didn’t even invite me to your wedding!”

“It was a spur of the moment decision.”

“No excuse. You know I would have died before I’d miss your wedding.”

You would have died if you’d tried to attend.
“I’m sorry. Will you please forgive me? It was selfish for me to run off and get married the way I did.”

“That’s better.” Diana’s gaze visibly traveled over Jane’s face. “And now you’re sick? Is it cancer?”

“No.”

“No? Well what other reason would you have to get a bone marrow transplant?”

“It’s hard to explain. It’s a medical condition. My blood doesn’t have a protein it needs—”

Diana waved her hand, cutting off Jane’s explanation, not that she cared. The less she tried to explain the better.

“I’ve never understood medical jargon,” Diana said, toying with Jane’s IV line. “I’ll take your word for it. So, when will you be out of here? And why did you come all the way up here to a Canadian hospital?”

“This hospital has a doctor who specializes in my condition. And he says I’ll be able to leave as soon as my blood count rises to a safe level, maybe a week or two.”

“That’s great! Will you be coming home?”

“Not the home you’re thinking of.”

“Will you at least give me your phone number and address so I can stay in touch with you?”

“I can’t.”

Diana crossed her arms over her chest. “Why the hell not?”

“I don’t have one.”

“Everyone has an address, even the Eskimos living on the North Pole. Why did you call and make me drive all the way up here if you don’t want to be friends any longer? What the hell is going on?”

“Diana, I don’t know how to explain.”

“Well, you’d better start trying something, because I’m going to cry if you don’t.”

Oh God. Not that
! “Okay. Um… “
Shit! She’s going to think I need more than a bone marrow transplant if I tell her the truth.
“Josh belongs to a very unique breed—”

“Breed? As in dog?”

“No.”
And I thought this was going to be hard? It’s going to be impossible!
“That was the wrong expression. Unique community of people. They live in a very remote place, without electricity and phones and microwave ovens…”

“Like the Amish?”

“Not really.”

“It sounds like hell.”

Jane felt a smile pulling at her lips. “Actually, it’s wonderful, but I don’t expect you to think so.”

“No electricity? Well, all I can say is don’t expect me to visit very often.”

“Fair enough.” Jane drew in her first deep breath in ages. Had she succeeded in easing Diana’s curiosity? “So, you know I’m okay. I’m alive and kicking, and we can meet once a year here in Canada if you like.”

“This town isn’t so bad. It’s kind of pretty, actually.”

“You can tell me what’s going on in your life. Anything to report?”

“Not like what you have. I met a nice guy at that bar we tried to get into. Remember that place? We finally got in there. He owns the place. His name is Max.”

“Max?” She knew that name!
Oh, boy, are you in for the ride of your life! Hold on, baby!
“That sounds like a very nice name. Tell me more. Is it serious?”

“No. Not yet, but he sure knows how to fuck. And he eats like there’s no tomorrow. Oh, and he does this crazy, kinky thing with electricity… Hey, didn’t you tell me that Josh did that too?”

“I may have.” Jane felt herself growing sleepy. “I’m sure you’ll be very happy together.”

“I hope you’re right. He’s filthy rich. You should see his house!” Diana dropped her feet to the floor and headed toward the door. “Well, see you next year. I’m glad you called.”

“Yes. Me too. I’ll see you next year. If not sooner,” Jane said with a smile.
I can just imagine your reaction when Max transforms in front of you.

No sooner was Diana gone, than Jane drifted off into a deep, healing sleep.

Her condition continued to improve every day, with only a few minor setbacks, and she was released exactly one week later, the day of the Festival of the Moon.

At eleven on the dot, Josh arrived at the hospital, with their beautiful three-month son in tow, a bright smile on his handsome face, and a bouquet of flowers in his fist. “How are you feeling?” He looked worried, his brows hovering a little lower than normal.