Flesh and Spirit
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Copyright ©2013 Amanda Steiger
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Rose waded into the Divine Pool and shivered as the cool water lapped against her naked thighs. Torches burned in ornately carved sconces on the walls of the cave. Her heart hammered as she glanced down at herself and self-consciously crossed her arms over her exposed breasts.
Gabe smiled with one corner of his mouth. "Nervous?" His voice was deep and rich, like dark chocolate. Just the sound of it sent a tiny, hot dart of pleasure to her clit.
She licked her lips, her gaze moving back and forth between the two men in the pool with her -- Gabe and Rafe. Her Initiators.
"I'm not nervous," she lied. She couldn't look directly at either of them. This was the first time she'd seen them naked -- well, outside of her dreams, anyway. The men were a study in contrasts. Gabe was all moon-pale skin, lean, whipcord muscles, and pale blond hair that fell to almost the middle of his back. He stood there, staring at her through frost-blue eyes ringed by long, dark lashes. Rafe's skin was golden tan, his dark hair tumbling in loose curls around his face, his jaw roughened with stubble. They were both looking straight at her, without even a hint of shyness.
Rose brushed a loose wisp of hair from her eyes and studied the wall. "Well," she muttered. "Maybe a little."
Rafe's brown eyes twinkled at her. "It's all right, you know." He waded toward her through the pool. The water swirled around him, faintly luminous with spiritual energy, concealing everything below his waist. "This is an important day. You'd have to be made of stone not to be nervous." He splashed some against her stomach, startling a small laugh from her.
"The water will help, if you let it," Gabe added. "Soak in here awhile, and it calms you. Loosens your inhibitions."
"I know that," she replied, arching an eyebrow. "I'm nearly a priestess, remember?"
The corner of Gabe's mouth lifted in a cool smile. "Of course. My apologies." Somehow, he managed to make even that sound arrogant.
Rafe moved closer, until she could feel the heat radiating off his skin and his broad, muscled chest nearly touched hers. Warm hands settled on her shoulders, and her breath hitched. The water was pleasantly cool against her bare, aroused pussy. Rafe leaned down, until his lips brushed against her ear, and murmured, "Rose... are you ready for this? If you want to wait..."
She drew in a slow breath, then let it out.
Every priest and priestess went through Initiation. Gabe and Rafe had already completed theirs. To become a true servant of the goddess Kalia, she had to surrender herself fully to pleasure, to cast aside her ego, and enter a trance of spiritual and sexual ecstasy. Once her mind was fully open, Kalia would enter and bestow her with healing powers. On the surface, the Initiation sounded simple enough, but not everyone succeeded. To abandon all control, to strip oneself of barriers, was not an easy thing.
Tonight she would become one of the Chosen or lose her chance forever.
"I'm ready," she said firmly.
Heat flared in Gabe's pale blue eyes. He stared at her intently, and a shiver ran through her. His lips parted in a smile, and she saw the glint of sharp silver teeth. Most of the Chosen modified their bodies in some way, as a symbol of their devotion -- tattoos, scars, piercings. Rafe had a pair of modest silver studs in one ear. Gabe had given himself fangs and pierced his left nipple with a blue-jeweled silver ring. It glinted in the torchlight, and she found herself staring at it, wondering if it had hurt when they put it in. Absently, she touched her own nipple, massaged it in small circles. She imagined sharp metal sliding through flesh, and the nipple hardened under her fingertips.
She realized Gabe was still watching her, and she flushed hotly.
He reached out and slid one warm fingertip along the curve of her neck, sending fresh shivers rippling through her. Under the water, her labia swelled and pulsed. Gabe leaned in and brushed his lips against her. "Let's go..."