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Another one, seeing her crouched, turned from the group to head toward her. She dropped the gun and rose to her full height— which, fine, wasn’t really that tall— but she had skill and now extra strength to back her up. It was with that she sprinted forward to meet him, using her own momentum to jump up and tackle him to the ground. His breath wooshed out when they landed, and she wasted no time in cranking a fist back and smashing it into his face, the smack of flesh loud and brutal amongst the other fighting. His head jerked to the left with the force of her hit, and he went limp. Another approached her and reached a hand out, probably to fist it in her hair, but he never made it that far. Still crouched over the first attacker, she grabbed the second’s wrist and pulled with all her might, throwing him off balance and to the floor beside her. She jumped up and lifted her leg, bringing her Doc Marten down on his face.

She would’ve taken the reprieve to check on her men, but this one didn’t knock out so easily, as he grabbed her ankle and rolled, jerking her to the floor. He landed over her, caging her in as he pulled back a fist. Maya pushed against his chest, and with her new strength she created enough space between them for her to gain leverage to kick her foot into his groin. He grunted and rolled out of her way to cup his package. When she hopped to her feet, she threw more force into her leg when she kicked her foot into his face, successful in knocking him out that time.

Suddenly, arms wrapped around her from behind and lifted her off her feet. She grunted at the strength they used to constrict her lungs and kicked her feet in the air.

“Fucker!” With a cry, she headbutted them, cursing at the throbbing in her own head, but she heard their nose crunch over the sounds of battle.

The hold on her slackened enough for her to slip down a little, and she planted her boots on the floor with a thud, gaining her balance before throwing an elbow into their gut.

As she finished him off with a few punches, she glanced to see how Amir and Asher fared. Even more assailants had appeared from gods knew where, and Maya winced when Asher took a hit to his face. He staggered back, and Maya rushed forward to help him when something jolted into her back, and she cursed only a split second before the electricity zapped through her body. She went down, hard, and discovered just how much being tased sucked. It was like her entire body had one of those infamous charlie-horse cramps. As she flopped around on the bar floor like a fucking fish, a guy moved closer until she felt hands feeling up her ass, searching her pockets. He rolled her over while dodging her flailing limbs, and grabbed the amulet from her front left pocket.

“Got it!” He announced to the room. A flurry of motion told her they were probably all retreating.

Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck! Frantic mumbling filled her mind before the guy reared back a fist, and knocked her the fuck out.

Chapter Eleven

Sekhmet was unashamedly lounging on Kyril’s lap when her creations returned… well, some of them. Her heart lurched when she saw a gold chain dangling from one’s fist, and slowly she sat up.

“That better be what I think it is.”

When the man stretched his arm out flat and opened his hand, there lay the precious amethyst jewel, the object of her extensive search. She stood, a thrill of excitement taking root; now, in her grasp, the fruits of all her plotting and hard work, successful at long last. Grabbing the stone from his palm, she caressed its smooth surface, traced the golden curls that framed its face, and sighed in… disappointment. Sekhmet frowned.

“You’re dismissed, for now.” With a wave of her hand, she dusted the men she’d created for this sole purpose in an explosion of sand, expanding her power to those that remained in the Earth realm. The granules pebbled the floor as she watched. With her power, they no longer existed. A sharp intake of breath pulled her eyes to Kyril, who stared at the spot where his men once stood. His hands gripped the edges of her throne, tightening further when she approached.

“Kyril. We have the amulet.” Surprisingly, she needed to feign the excitement in her voice, as if faking it would conjure the emotion itself.

Although she had no idea why she had to fake it: Sekhmet could finally set her plan in motion! Turning back time, fixing her mistake... The particular mistake that ruined her life and would never have occurred, had that bastard Ra not baited her. It all seemed… empty, now that it was finally within her grasp. Maybe she would find a way to pay him back… eventually.

She shook the thoughts from her head. For now, she just wanted out of this gods-forsaken solitude. Vengeance could wait.

Her gaze trailed over the man seated on her throne, the only one she would ever allow there. His nostrils flared, and his eyes dilated when they travelled to the stone in her hand. The intensity bothered her, and she clasped it around her neck with a frown.

His voice sounded rough when he spoke. “Now what, my goddess? I thought you needed the men to alter time.”

He was correct. The Keepers controlled time, but now, she controlled them. Sekhmet owned them, for all intents and purposes.

Maybe that’s why he was upset. She suddenly wondered, could her lover be jealous?

Her bare feet soundless against the marble floor, she stepped forward until she straddled Kyril in her throne.

“Yes. They will come to me, but I only need them for one purpose. You, however, my love.” Sekhmet trailed a polished fingernail down the side of his face, his blue eyes boring into her. “You and I will be together forever. When I change time, when I stop myself from falling into Ra’s trap, we can rule together. Would you like that?” Caught up in the moment, she ground into his lap, felt him harden beneath her. Her emotions got the best of her, and she admitted, “You mean something to me. I want you beside me.”

A frown curved his pretty lips, and he arched a brow at her. “Like they meant something to you?” His words were paired with a gesture to the piles of sand behind them.

Sekhmet could have laughed. “No, silly. They were just servants. You, though…” Sliding her palms down his chest and his ripped abs, she landed on the now rock-hard cock, cupping him through his pants. “You are all mine.” A teasing growl erupted from her as she leaned forward to kiss him.

He responded, his palms lifting from the arms of the chair to grip her around the waist. “So you’ve said before.” His hands pulled and yanked at the swaths of her crimson dress, baring her flesh at the same time she freed his erection. A cry poured from her throat when he lined her up and slid home in one thrust. “But really, who...” He punctuated his words with a slamming thrust. “Belongs...” A hand wrapped in her hair, jerking her head to the side as she moaned. “To whom?” He stood and stalked them to the nearest wall, wanting his own leverage. Her back ached where he slammed her into the unforgiving marble, his thrusts wild and hard as he took her without restraint.

Sekhmet’s screams rang out as he conjured her orgasm, pulling it from her very heart, mind, and soul as he sank deep, over and over again.

Twisting her head to the side with a cruel fist in her hair, Kyril sank his teeth deep into her neck, pulling another moan from Sekhmet. His brutal actions sent her spiraling into another orgasm, following the one that hadn’t yet subsided. Thighs trembling around his waist, pussy fluttering around his big cock, she let go and held on with claws in his shoulders as he came with a roar, spilling inside one burst at a time.

Hours later they finally relaxed in her bed. Kyril lay on his back, his chest a pillow for Sekhmet’s head as she sighed. The amulet lay beside her, and she traced the curlicues with a fingertip. Sekhmet thought about the years she’d spent there, locked away in one of Ra’s pockets of time... with no one. How Kyril had been her saving grace, rescuing her from a lonesome, pathetic existence. Never in her life could she imagine making someone as perfect twice.

No, Kyril was her most perfect creation. Just for her.

Mine.