Touch of the Fire God [Scions of the Ankh 1] (Siren Publishing Classic) (18 page)

He heard her wanton moan as he entered her. The sensation of her velvet chasm wrapping so tightly around him so quickly knocked the air from his lungs.

His fingers dug into her buttocks, and he gritted his teeth in determination, for he was determined to give this wanton little lover exactly what she was asking for.

She contracted her legs until they were wound tightly around his waist, and with her arms around his neck, she lifted herself and slammed down again.

There they stood, in the middle of some farmer’s field in the early morning, eagerly finding their pleasure.

Ralabos lifted her slightly, then pushed into her. She seemed almost weightless as he held her and pummeled into her savagely, his desire so strong that he wanted to feel all parts of her as possible, as deeply as possible. She whimpered in pleasure, urging him on.

Feet planted firmly apart, his muscles bulged as he relentlessly entered her, sending pulses of heat through his cock directly into her.

She began to shake bodily from the approaching orgasm. Her mind almost shut down as the waves washed over her. Her muscles locked and pulsed around him as she came, sending him spiraling into his own orgasm.

Head thrown back, his long silken hair grazed her interlocked calves as he howled his moment of pleasure into the skies.

Ralabos let loose a torrent of seed as he plunged deeper into her. His legs threatened to give out, and he soon found himself on his knees, still holding her precious body to his.

“Look what you do to me,” he said heavily.

“No more than what you do to me,” she replied breathlessly, laughing.

“You are a witch.”

“You are a jerk.”

“I don’t know what a jerk is, but that does not sound like a compliment.”

“And ‘witch’ does?” she inquired, her legs loosening from around him, for she had no remaining strength. He cradled her to him.

“I love you, zenj’a, and I would like to go to our place now,” he said while inhaling the scent of her hair. “By the way, what do you wish to be called?”

“Well it seems my name was Rene Selkis before all of this started. It is a fitting name since I am now both, yet one. Please call me Rene, my love.”

“As you wish, Rene. Would you like to accompany me to our special place? I do believe there is a feline there who is most anxious to see our return.”

“I’m not going anywhere without you, and by the way, you have to carry me.” Rene smiled sleepily.

“Whatever you wish, zenj’a,” he murmured against her hair.

“You can always call me that too,” she replied dreamily.

Ralabos had no problem taking his wife to their special place. It had been a long wait, but well worth it. With those thoughts in order, they both disappeared.

* * * *

“Who could that be?” Hathor asked when the doorbell rang as she, Thoth, and Anubis enjoyed glasses of brandy.

Who cared if it was early in the morning? They were celebrating; Ralabos had sent word that he and Rene would be gone for quite a while.

“I will attend to it.” Anubis set his empty glass down and went to answer the door. He flung the door open, wanting to startle anyone who would come calling to a home so early in the morning.

What did it matter to him? He would seek his end very soon, and unlike Ralabos, he wouldn’t have anyone to stop him, and he would be successful.

What greeted him on the other side of the door was shocking to say the least. A woman stood there. A human woman, tall it would seem. She had huge light brown eyes and curly hair that went halfway down her back.

Her figure, though slim, was extremely curvaceous. But it was the long, sexy legs in the miniskirt that caused him the most excitement. Her luscious lips pursed slightly as she perused him as well.

“May I help you?” he drawled, surprised to find that his cock was more than interested in helping her.

“Yes, my name is Tessa Michaels. I’m a doctor, and I work with Dr. Selkis. She called me yesterday a little, er, well, drunk.

“Anyway, I was concerned and jumped on the first plane out. Even though she said she’d never come back to this house, she’s not checked into any local hotels, so this is the only address I have.”

She stopped, realizing she was rambling. This guy was gorgeous and unnerving at the same time.

“And?” Anubis asked, raising an eyebrow.

“Well is she here? I’m concerned.”

“And well you should be,” Anubis answered as he stared at her. Dr. Tessa Michaels more than interested him. She fascinated him. Perhaps he could seek his end another time…

TOUCH OF THE FIRE GOD
 

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