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“All right,” Indy said, exhaling and closing her eyes firmly, trying to ignore a strange tingling that seemed to be building from thatchakrabetween her legs—which, interestingly, had been the only energy center thathadn’tbeen emanating those throbbing waves of pain.
Though maybe it was starting to emanate some other kind of throbbing waves.
Indy gasped as Ice pressed his big palm gently down on the crown of her head again, sending those ripples of relief through her skull once more, chasing the headache away from the top of her brain. The sides of her head still pulsed with pain, and so Indy figured it was time to move to the nextchakra.
“Back of my head now,” she muttered, sensing Ice’s breathing go into a steady rhythm that felt synchronous to hers, like they were falling into sympathetic vibration,chakrabychakra. “Perfect. Oh, that feels good.”
It did feel good, and Indy almost moaned as Ice’s big palm cradled the back of her head, flooding her brain with warm waves of relief, chasing away the headache to where it had retreated from her crown to her temples.
But although the headache was gone, Indy suddenly felt a tightness in her throat. That was the nextchakra, she realized—around where the butterfly-shaped thyroid gland sat in the throat. It had been pulsing with that strange energetic pain before, but now it was throbbing like something dense and thick had been pushed down into it from those top twochakras.
It’s moving down through the chain, Indy thought as she tried to control the rising anxiety about what would happen if this dark energy released from those body-stored memories got more and more dense as it moved fromchakratochakra, gathering power as Ice’s touch moved it through the chain of energy centers, all the way down to that lastchakraat the point beneath her body and between her legs, around the perineum, the ultimate point of physical power, where all the creative energy of the spirit became concentrated in the flesh . . .
“Throat,” Indy managed to say, her voice constricted by that dark dense energy that Ice had chased away from her head but was now stuck in her throat, threatening to choke her if she let it stay there too long. “Front of my throat, Ice.”
She heard his breath catch like maybe he was going to protest again, but then he relaxed and exhaled and took his hand away from the back of her head and pressed his palm against the front of her throat.
Indy gasped at the contact. It felt like fire, like his palm was burning with crackling energy. Immediately that tightness released its hold on her throat, like some dark creature recoiling from Ice’s touch, scuttling away to its next hiding place along the energetic chain.
The heart.
Now Indy cried out, her body lurching forward as her heart suddenly skipped a beat and then began hammering with erratic urgency, racking her ribcage, shaking her skeleton. She thought she might be having another seizure, could feel Ice quickly pull his hand off her throat to hold her still again.
Then she realized it wasn’t a seizure.
It was a fucking heart attack.
“No!” Indy lurched forward again, shaking off Ice’s arms which were trying to wrap her up. Her eyes were still closed tight, her hammering heart convulsing her body as it screamed out its message that came not in words but sensations of desperate yearning for his hot touch on her skin, his heavy palm on her chest, his dominant masculine energy which she so fucking needed right now, needed to join with her feminine so together they could hunt down this dreadful packet of pulsing dark energy that was moving through her body like a living breathing frightful creature with its own consciousness.
And now Indy’s own consciousness was being pulled so far into her own body that she couldseeher heart within her chest, see its beautiful dark muscle straining with each pulsing painful beat, hear its yearning for his steadying touch, its need for his burning palm pressing against her bare skin, his dominant power chasing that creature away from her precious heart, sending it scurrying farther down, closer to where it could be forced out of her, ejected from her, expelled, expunged, eradicated, fuckingexterminated!
“Indy, what—” came his voice through her splintering consciousness as Indy flailed and thrashed and now pulled off her top and yanked off her bra and somehow grabbed his arm and dragged it to her chest until he relented and let her do it, let her guide his open palm to where it was needed, where it belonged. “Oh, hell, Indy.”
A shuddering sigh escaped Indy’s trembling lips as Ice’s scorching hot palm pressed down against her chest, just above her bare breasts, flat against her sternum, his long fingers splayed wide, one of them lengthwise down her cleavage, the core of his palm directly above her heart.
Her heart which had suddenly snapped back into steady rhythm, still hammering hard but not with that erratic urgency which Indy somehow knew would have killed her if not for this, if not for him.
And she knew Ice felt it too. He was silent and rigid behind her, his body pulsing from his own racing heart. There was no protest now, no eye-rolling sarcasm, no dismissive grunts, no chuckles, no snorts, no disbelief, no doubt.
No doubt at all.
They were playing this game for her fucking life here.
It sounded crazy, but Indy had seen it in that searingly vivid vision of her heart straining with every beat. Already she could feel that densely packed living creature of dark emotion that Ice had forced out of her heart just in time move down to its next hiding place, the next energy center, thechakranestled in that ganglion of nerves called the solar plexus.
And as she thought it Indy felt her upper abdomen seize up, her solar plexus tightening so hard she almost passed out. But Ice seemed to understand it even if he didn’t want to acknowledge it, maybe even didn’t want to believe it. His big palm moved quickly down the front of her body, sliding down along her bare breasts, passing over her pert nipples which were erect and hard, coming to rest directly over her solar plexus, pressing down with a firmness that made Indy think he was starting to believe, starting to accept, starting to acknowledge.
Starting to control.
“Oh, fuck, Ice,” she groaned as Ice pulled her against his body, sitting back on his legs so she was half-reclining against him, her bare breasts gleaming gold in the sparkling yellow light of their little cave in the clouds, her nipples almost black from the hot blood pushing them up into sharply pebbled peaks. “Lower now. My belly-button. That’s where it is now.”
Ice’s breath was heavy against the top of her head as he slid his palm down along her bare torso, along her smooth dark skin, holding her firmly against his rock-hard body. He pressed down with his moving palm, massaging her sweat-silked skin along the way, the base of his palm pushing that ball of dense psychic energy lower, farther, closer . . .
“Closer,” Indy gasped, and now in her LSD-laced mind’s eye she saw all that old emotion personified as some dark tentacled ugly creature, its primordial consciousness alive with angry viciousness, like it understood what was happening, saw that it was getting to the end of the line, that it was about to be forced out of her body, that it would have to make its last stand, fight to the death to keep its dark tentacles still attached to where it had lived for thirty years. “Please, Ice, closer, it’s all the way there now, I can feel it hiding all the way down, like it’s digging its claws in, oh, fuck, Ice, get it out, please, get it out of me.”
Ice’s fingertips were just past the edge of her waistband, but he didn’t push them farther down, kept them there as that dark packet of psychic poison escaped his clutches, scuttled off to where Indy could feel it preparing to make its final stand in that dark space at the lower apex of her delta.
The point of ultimate physical power.
