Dark Fates (A Paranormal Anthology)(32)

“What things?”

You, me, naked on a bed of pillows. One of her favorites. She cleared her throat and told him of what she might have seen last night. “And sometimes I’ve seen stuff from history. A lot of pyramids, sand, people with animal heads. Heck, even centaurs—and I know what those are because I’ve watched some killer fantasy movies lately. Elves, kid wizards, stuff like that. But Set, your crocodile guy, I don’t remember meeting him until last night.” She continued to watch him watching her and lost her train of thought. Absently, she said, “So I have to know.”

“Yes?” The hand holding her started rubbing her arm. His fingers drew closer to her shoulder then her neck. He teased her sensitive skin but didn’t threaten.

Her entire body tingled. She couldn’t explain why she felt safe with him, but she did. “How tall are you?”

He stared at her before a slow smile worked its way over his sensual lips. “Tall enough.”

“For what?” she asked, breathless and still so confused.

“To remind you of who I am.” He leaned forward and kissed her.

And she was lost. Again. And wet. Again. What was the point of panties if they didn’t protect her from men like this?



Tariq couldn’t help it. He’d been trying to answer her questions, to make her feel safe enough to trust him with her secrets. But though he’d tried, she stared at him as though he were touched in the head.

By Sekhmet’s Mound, he couldn’t stop smelling Eden. Attuned to all his senses, he smelled her need growing as they talked. Could see the tight beads of her nipples pushing against the thin cotton she wore. Despite knowing she was trouble, that Set wanted her, and that the god would come looking for her sooner rather than later, Tariq had to have her. Just a small taste to sate his curiosity, at least.

But the moment their lips met, he lost himself in her scent. Jasmine, vanilla, and Eden. A unique blend of innocence and desire. When he cupped her breast, she moaned, and he took advantage. Swiping his tongue along the seam of her lips, he penetrated with a sharp thrust and entered the sweet recess of her mouth.

How could she taste like his favorite honeyed candy? He licked and sucked, teething her tongue when it met his.

She clutched his shoulders, somehow on his lap though he didn’t recall putting her there. But so close, he couldn’t not touch her.

Not waiting a moment more, he let himself just feel. Slipping his hands under her shirt, he moved over smooth, taut skin and nearly came in his jeans. He stroked her belly then felt the full mounds of her breasts. Cupping and molding them, he slipped over her firm nipples and knew he had to taste her.

He pulled her shirt over her head and let her take his off as well. Seeing her all but naked, he could no longer wait. He latched onto her breast and sucked.

She cried out and gripped his head, rocking over his thick shaft trapped in horrible denim.

Needing to feed that part of him hungry for her, he kept one hand on her breast while the other slipped down her belly and between her legs, under the silk protecting her smooth mound.

“Yes.” She ground against his hand.

He slid one finger into her slick heat, amazed at how tightly she gripped him with her body. She would fit so snugly around his cock. He had to feel her.

He thrust another finger inside her and ground the heel of his palm against her clit. She cried out against his mouth as moisture flooded his hand.

Unable to stop himself, he lifted her up, freed himself from his trousers, and poised her over him.

“Tariq.” She kissed him again, yanking her thong aside so she could take him.

It was a tight fit, made even more glorious by her breathy whimpers and pleading for more.

He finally managed to push all of himself inside her. As he did, visions, heat, and ecstasy flooded him. He knew her, this special woman who held his Ib. His heart bloomed inside her while he thrust in and out until he couldn’t take any more.

“I must release,” he warned, barely holding on. “Yes, habibti. Now.” Sweetheart. Beloved. The burn of pleasure consumed him.

“Come in me. Yeah, all of you,” she moaned and kissed him.

Her breasts bounced as she rocked over him, and he wanted to suckle from her tits, to swallow the sweet cream from between her legs while she came over his mouth, to possess the tight ass grinding against his thighs. But he couldn’t do more than release, jetting inside her on a roar, undone by the ecstasy flooding his body.

The sweet bliss echoed between them. He could feel her pleasure as if his own and projected his joy into her, though how he did it he had no idea.

“Yes,” she whispered. “More.”

Far from finished, Tariq ground her over him to milk the rest of his present seed. Spent, but not yet done, he lifted her off him. He removed her thong while she stood in a daze, took off his uncomfortable jeans as well, then tugged her with him into the bathing chamber.

The large marble chamber had a bank of showerheads and a large pool, as well as the modern convenience of toilets hidden behind a wall for privacy. The men fought together, played together, and bathed together. Asim was showering but didn’t look startled at the sight of the naked couple obviously joining him in the chamber.

Eden saw Asim and came out of her quiet with a yelp, trying to cover herself.

Tariq wouldn’t let her. “No. Let him see what is mine.” He felt possessive and was glad of it. An animalistic growl filled him with both joy and shock. His jackal wanted more of the delightful female, to fill her with seed and claim her. The first time since he’d been made Anubis’s guard that the jackal had risen for a female.