Incubus Dreams - Laurell K. Hamilton [361]
We broke from the kiss, laughing, breathless. I found my voice first, “Wow.”
He looked happier than I’d ever seen him, relaxed, more . . . more at home somehow, as if some great weight had gone from him. “You know,” he said, still breathing hard, “you’re not supposed to be able to do that, if one of you is human.”
“I didn’t know you were supposed to be able to do that at all,” I said.
“If you are both powerful, and a true mated pair, then it’s possible.”
“You say it, like it has a name.”
“Shiva and Pavarti, or simply Maithuna, it’s Sanskrit for union, or coupling.”
“Shiva, who would destroy the world with his energy if Pavarti didn’t constantly have sex with him and spill off the energy.”
He nodded. “World religion class from college again?”
I shook my head. “A few years back we found a naga, a real live one that had been a crime victim. It made me go look up Hindu religion. I mean, if you get one type of supernatural being, you might get others from the same place.”
“Did you?”
“Nope.” I thought about it. “Well, not yet.” I put my arms behind his head, and drew him down for a kiss. He didn’t fight, but he kept himself just above my face. “You fed the ardeur.”
“I still want a kiss.”
He kissed me, and it was gentle at first, then grew until we were feeding at each other’s mouths again. He drew back, laughing and breathless. “I thought we’d done this already.”
I wasn’t sure how to explain it. We’d had metaphysical sex, and like sometimes happens after regular sex I was pumped, energized. I could feel him still hard and thick pressed between our bodies. I wanted him inside me. I wanted him as close physically as I’d had him metaphysically.
I kept one hand behind his neck, but let the other trace down his body, until I could cup him in my hand. He closed his eyes and swallowed hard. I moved my hand up and wrapped my fingers around him. He was so hard, so thick, so solid in my hand that it made me close my eyes, made my breath shudder from my body.
I opened my eyes and knew that my focus was already soft. “I want this inside me.”
He tried for amusement, but his face was raw with the beginnings of that need. His voice was hoarse again when he said, “Even without the ardeur?”
I squeezed him tight enough to flutter his eyes back into his head. When he could see again, I said, “It’s not the ardeur that makes me want you, Micah.”
His voice was a harsh whisper, as if he were having trouble talking, “We’ll never top what we’ve already done tonight.”
I stroked my hand up the long, hard shaft of him. “It’s not about being better, just being as good.”
He shook his head. “It won’t be as good without the ardeur or our beasts, and this close to full moon, I don’t think we want to keep trying the beasts. It could get out of hand.”
It was my turn to shake my head. “Just us, Micah, just us.”
“From the moment we touched, it’s never been just us. There’s always someone, or something else, never just us.” He looked so serious.
I cupped one hand under the soft wetness of his testicles, and gently played with them, while I played my other hand over the head and shaft of him. “Then we’re past due, don’t you think?”
He swallowed hard, laughed, then gave a small nod. “You’re wetter after you feed the ardeur, but we ended up back in the water, so you won’t be wet enough or open enough for this,” he wrapped his hand around mine where I still held him, he squeezed our hands together until his head went back, eyes closed, and he shuddered hard enough to make the water slosh against the sides of the tub. He looked down at me and slipped his hand between my legs, searching, until he could slip a finger inside me. He managed two fingers inside me before my head went back, and my eyes fluttered shut. “To go in there,” he whispered.
When I could talk, I said, “Oh, darn, then you’ll have to make me wet, and open.”
He shoved the two fingers fast and hard inside me, stopped my voice along with my breath. “I can do that,” he said, and he had that look, that look that said he knew I wanted him, and that I wouldn’t