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“Fine. Let’s get to studying, shall we?”

Chapter Four

Sekhmet sighed happily as Kyril tended to her. She lie prone on the bed while he brushed her long dark locks after their shared shower.

The careful strokes of the bristles through her hair were so relaxing, the lull of sleep called to her.

As he should be. Helping her relax, that is. Kyril’s men had still not found the amulet, even with her new plan, but were keeping a close eye on the woman and her pussy cats.

All these years, and Sekhmet still couldn’t get past Bastet’s irony. Black cat shifters.

The entire situation fucking infuriated her. Sekhmet’s only intention was to look out for her fellow Gods and Goddesses, per Ra’s own request. There was no need to banish her like some unwanted stepchild. But that was Ra. Always playing favorites. The whole thing had been his idea, and yet she was the one punished.

Grumbling another sigh, Sekhmet tilted her head back when Kyril stopped. He arched a brow at her, brush poised in his hand. “Is something wrong?”

“No. I’m just thinking about the past.”

“Ah. I see. The red beer again, hmm?”

Rolling back over, she huffed and motioned for him to continue the calming ministrations. “Yes, dammit. I was just trying to help.”

“By… murdering thousands of people and drinking their blood?”

“They were being disrespectful!”

When he hesitated, Sekhmet knew she wasn’t going to like his response.

“You don’t think you went just a little overboard?”

No. He. Didn’t.

Sudden fury lit her veins, and Sekhmet gripped the dagger under her pillow. In a smooth, effortless movement, she whirled, rolling over and knocking Kyril to his back before straddling him. One moment she’d been on her stomach, and the next, Kyril lay at her mercy with a thin, red bead of blood welling where her dagger pressed against his throat.

“Are you asking me if I overreacted? Is that really what you want to know?” Teeth gritted, her voice came out through lips thinned in anger.

Dressed only in a sheer crimson chiffon gown, Sekhmet knew the second Kyril got hard. His thick length pressed against her through his sweatpants, hardly a barrier since she was seated across him. A tendril of heat flitted through her, converging in her core. Kyril’s disregard for the power she held was something Sekhmet would tolerate from him, and him alone. Hiding a smirk, she lifted an eyebrow at him, peering down with false disdain. “Well?”

A fearless grin covered his face. “You know it is. You totally overreacted.” He shifted underneath her, balancing her right against his cock so the rigid length pressed against her clit.

Heat swept over her skin, lighting up her senses, but she held strong, and pressed the knife deeper into his skin. “Is that so? The humans were being disrespectful. I truly was doing all the Gods a favor.”

“By destroying the few followers they still had?”

“Oh, shut it. You know if it wasn’t for Ra and that Bastet bitch, I would be at the top of the pantheon as we speak. That’s why we need the amulet, remember? So, tell me again, how close are your men to finding it?”

A scowl tightened his features, and she smirked. He might have a smart mouth, but Sekhmet knew how to keep him quiet. She also knew how to get rid of that little pout on his face.

Easing her pressure on the dagger, she leaned over him to kiss his pouty lips and grin wickedly. The red bead called to her, so Sekhmet leaned down and licked the damage away. The salty metallic tang zinged through her, and she wanted more.

So, she took it.

Slowly, she trailed the dagger down his body, a thin white line appearing before it welled with red. Kyril groaned as she lapped up the first few drops, and a smirk curled her lips. When she reached his abs, her wrist moved up and down over the valleys and hills of his muscles, before she threw the dagger aside as she reached his waistband.

Leaning back up, she began with the top of the cuts, sucking every precious crimson drop from his skin as she made her way down his body. With each droplet she swallowed, her arousal burned hotter, until she was sure he would find her soaked and dripping. By the time she reached his waistband, she had no patience, so she freed his erection, ridding him of the pesky modern material, and tugged the pants down his legs.

His hands reached down to grasp her hair into a ponytail, tugging sharply, just the way she liked it. Sekhmet gasped as he pushed her down on his cock, and she wrapped her palm around his hard length before sucking him inside.

Kyril’s groan reached the deepest part of her black soul, and if her mouth hadn’t been full of his big cock, she would have grinned in satisfaction. Squeezing the base of him, she moved her hand in time with her head, bobbing up and down. When she paused to swirl her tongue around the crown and then ran it up the underside of his cock, he pulled her hair hard in appreciation. So she did it again, before sucking him deep inside. He reached the back of her throat, and she swallowed around him before humming in the same breath.