Devi (11 page)

“So you expect all to be forgiven?”

“No. But I do expect you to stop running from me and meet me partway on this so we can work it out.”

“And the fact that I’m an Egyptian goddess?”

“I fell for you when I thought you were a paediatrician. You are still you, Devi… Renpet.”

“Devi,” she said, her voice much gentler this time.

He smiled. “Devi.”

“I’m sorry I didn’t tell you,” she whispered.

“One day I want to know why you didn’t. But not right now.”

“No?”

He reached out with one hand and freed her hair from its bun. The waves poured down over his hand like silk. “No. I still have some time left and we’re alone in a room with a bed.”

“You have all the time in the world,” she informed him.

A golden hourglass appeared in the air over her left shoulder. His breath hitched a bit. The sand in it poured slowly.

“What is that?”

“This is your life, Rhodes Liatos. What I am offering is the chance to be with me. Immortal. The sand will never run out.”

His smile was wide as he reached for her, only to stop when she stared at him with serious eyes.

“What?” he asked.

“Think carefully before you say yes. You will watch your sister and her children pass on from this life to the next. Friends. Family. They will age and die; you will remain as you are now, if you accept. This is not a decision to be taken lightly.”

Part of him realised why she had kept it to herself. How hard it must have been to see your friends die from one lifetime to the next. But, as he stared down at the petite woman who’d stolen his heart, he knew there was only one answer.

“I’ll be with you?”

“Every day.”

Massaging the back of her head, he nodded. “Then yes. I love you, Devi, and I never want to leave your side.”

The hourglass floated through the air to stop before him. It grew larger and larger until it was as big as he was, then it moved through him. He felt something lurch deep in his soul and he wobbled for a moment before straightening.

Then the hourglass was gone and Devi stood there watching him.

“What was that?”

“Theatrics,” she said with a smile.

She curled her hand around his wrist and turned his arm so he could see the inside of his forearm. Tattooed upon his skin was an hourglass similar to the one on her back. It had the same markings as hers.

He touched it and it flared gold and rippled along his skin. Glancing back at her, he saw her gaze warm upon him. Tugging her forwards, he laid his mouth along hers. She sighed and sank into him.

Their tongues duelled with one another and, when she nipped at his, he growled a warning. Her chuckle was decadent and full of trouble.

I love you, Rhodes Liatos.

Her voice was feather-light in his mind and brought him a sense of peace.

Devi?

He wasn’t sure how to do this.

Bed.

He didn’t need to be told again. Soon they were naked and he was rising over her to slip home between her thighs in a single stroke. Her tight, wet core gripped him.

Mine!

He shouted his claim in his mind as he powered into her, his lips devouring hers.

For eternity.

Her internal muscles clamped on him as she orgasmed and he unloaded inside her with a low roar. Easing up on the kiss, he peppered them along her jaw. “Do we have time?” he asked softly.

She wriggled beneath him, bringing him in closer. “Yes.”

“What if someone comes into the room?”

“No one will.”

“I love you, Devi,” he said with total honesty, as his hips began to move his shaft inside her again.

She laced their fingers and he put their joined hands by her ears. “I love you too, Rhodes.”

Words he’d never get tired of hearing from her. In and out, he thrust. The pace slow and leisurely. The burn beginning to spread up and out.

“More,” she panted, shifting beneath him, trying to tug her hands free.

“Slow,” he said.

“Not slow,” she complained.

Nose to nose he grinned wickedly at her. “Hard and fast?”

Her eyes glowed molten. “Yes.”

Shaking his head, he continued his uninterrupted back and forth motion. “I like slow. I get to feel how perfect you are around me. How tight. How wet you are for me.”

She grumbled something and he laughed, freeing one of her hands. He lifted her leg so that her knee was pressed to her chest.

“Ohh…umm…yes…”

Flames licked at him as he worked his cock deeper into her. He didn’t know how long he could last and, when she rolled her hips and took him even further, he lost it. With barely a pause, he withdrew, and flipped her over onto her hands and knees before slamming home in a single thrust. Her scream of release triggered his own and he powered into her a few more times before he coated her womb and collapsed onto the bed, almost on top of her.

“Devi,” he said when he’d caught his breath.

“Hmm?”

“Can we stay here?”

“No. There will be others who need this room and I have to get back to work.”

“What about us?”

She rolled so that they were face to face. “We’ll talk more when I’m done here. Wait for me at my place.”

He kissed her before getting to his feet and drawing her up after him. “What about our clothes and the state of this bed?”

Devi waved a hand and the room was immaculate, they were both dressed and there was no way to know that seconds before she’d been crying his name out to the heavens.

“I think I’m going to like this,” he said, dropping his head to plant another kiss on her full lips.

“I’ll see you tonight,” she stated, opening the door and walking out.

“Yes. Tonight.”

She stared at him and he swore he could feel her touch on his skin. “Bye, Rhodes.”

“Devi?”

She stopped before the corner and glanced back at him.

“I love you!” he called out, not caring about those walking by.

She gave him her killer smile.

I love you too, Rhodes.

After blowing him a kiss, she vanished from sight.

He stood there and sighed contentedly. Who knew what the future would hold for them? Where they would go, what they would do? All he knew was one thing. He had his woman and he’d never let Devi go.

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Seducing Damien

Aliyah Burke

Excerpt

Chapter One

That feeling was back…again. Barely containing the shiver—although not entirely unpleasant—that coursed through his body and made him weak in the knees, the man cleared his throat and swallowed before continuing with his lecture.

“Are you okay, Professor?” a student asked from the front row.

The man nodded his dark head and flashed the students in his class one of his winning smiles. The women longed to have that smile mean more than it ever would. His classes were always full. Both men and women wanted to take his class. He taught with vigour most people didn’t see anymore. He taught about ancient Egypt. Although, truth be told, Egyptian mythology was his true passion.

“I’m fine, thank you.” His voice was deep and soothing; the sort of voice that could offer comfort or bring immense pleasure, depending on how he wanted it to be heard. Blinking, he put his eyes back on his class. “Now, where was I?”

“Just about to tell us about the Valley of the Kings,” the same student spoke.

He grinned and responded, “So I was. Okay.” He swept his gaze across the smaller group study he was doing today. There were only about fifty in this class.
Damn, Damian, you have got it made.
Then he continued with his lecture. In spite of everything, his love of teaching and his love of the very subject, Damian Memphis Keith still felt that unknown presence.

As the students were filing out of the lecture hall, Damian began to tuck his own papers in his satchel. A warm breeze blew over him, causing him to look up in suspicion. On the air, the faint scent of lotus blossom lingered, tantalising his nose like no smell ever had, at least not while he was awake. The hair on his body seemed to stand on end as if filled with an electrical current.

What the hell? Damian shook his head and tried to focus on what he was doing. Instead his gaze was drawn to the far corner of the room. He could barely make out the image of a woman bathed in the sunlight from the large windows. At her side were two lionesses, at least he thought they were, for they were also hard to discern.

Dropping his papers, Damian rubbed his eyes because he knew there was no way what he was seeing was real. For one, he didn’t know anyone who carried themselves with such presence. And two, he positively didn’t know anyone who had big cats as pets.

“Professor?” A voice shattered through his haze.

Inhaling deeply, Damian opened his eyes to see Kathryn Harrison standing before him. She was one of his best students. The only downfall…she wanted much more than a professor-student relationship.

“Yes, Ms. Harrison? Something I can do for you?” Damian shoved the rest of his papers away.

“I was just checking to make sure you were okay,” she admitted. “You looked a bit dizzy earlier and just now you were staring off into the corner at something only you could see.”

Risking another glance to the corner, all he saw was the sunlight filtering in the window. No woman, no cats, nothing. He frowned briefly before he turned his attention back to the woman before him. “I’m okay. Thanks for the concern. I guess I am coming down with something.”

Damian picked up his briefcase and tossed his leather jacket over his arm. “I will see you tomorrow, Ms. Harrison. Again, thanks for the concern.” Long strides took him up the steps in the lecture hall and through the door.

* * * *

“Touch me,” she commanded. The voice was sultry and hypnotic. “Touch me, Damian.”

If he had half a mind to think of refusing that would have fled under the compulsion he heard in her tone. “Yes,” he murmured and reached through the dark.

Skin softer than velvet lay beneath his hand. He groaned in pleasure. Sliding across the silk sheets, Damian pressed the length of his body against the one beside him as his fingers sank into the wet folds at the juncture of her thighs. His other hand delved into the thick hair that fell about her head.

The scent of her sweat and arousal filled his nose and the room. Combined with the smell of his sweat, it added to his increasing pleasure. “Why can’t I ever see you?” he asked as his grip on her body turned possessive in the lightless room.

A smooth hand reached around his head, teased the hair at the base of his neck, her touch driving him crazy. She tugged his lips to her full ones, her tongue slipping into his mouth to mingle with his. “Why do you want to see me?” Her other hand ran over the expanse of his muscled back.

“Why wouldn’t I? You are beautiful.” He nuzzled her neck and traced his tongue along the beating pulse of her throat. The woman beside him remained mute and he felt her supple form shift, her strong thigh pressing against him as her other leg moved up across his hip, an act that brought his throbbing dick closer to her heated core.

Damian couldn’t wait another second and climbed on top of her, groaning as her fingers closed around his rampant cock and guided it into her wet heat. Immediately her muscles closed about him, cradling him, loving him, embracing him as a lover would. Biting back his groan, Damian allowed his eyes to close as he began to move within her.

In the dark of the room, he learned her body by smell and taste. Her taste was unique, exotic and something he couldn’t place. He laved along her collarbone, alternating with sharp bites of his teeth, only to lick the sting away. Her fingers dug into his back as he continued to pleasure her.

It didn’t take Damian long to reach the peak of his pleasure. As her muscles tightened around him, he knew she was near her release as well. His speed and depth increased with each pounding thrust. One final plunge and he erupted within her body, coating her womb with his semen as his yell filled the room.

Exhausted, both emotionally and physically, Damian was careful as he withdrew from her body and spooned them together. His lips touched her temple as he kissed her tenderly. “Don’t leave me this time,” he muttered as he sank into the plush mattress beside her, holding her as tightly as he could without hurting her.

Beep. Beep. Beep
.

His fingers slammed on the alarm, shutting off the intrusive sound. “Damn it,” he swore as he opened his eyes. Alone. It had been nothing but a dream. Rolling into a damp spot on his bed, he realised it’d apparently been a very vivid dream. “What the hell is going on with me?”

Swinging his feet over to the floor, Damian ran a hand over his stubble-covered face before he stumbled, exhausted, into the shower. Many more nights like this and he was going to be absolutely useless.

For the past two months, the dreams had been becoming more frequent and intense, making it hard for him to remember it was just a dream, and not real. This mysterious woman had become an obsession to him. He had no idea what she looked like, who she was or anything like that. All he knew was her smell, touch and voice. That alone was enough to turn him into a randy college student as opposed to the mature thirty-eight year old professor of the small yet respected college. As he stood under the spray of his showerhead, he wondered if maybe he was losing his grip on reality.

“Maybe all I need to do is go out and get laid,” he spoke to the emptiness of his shower. Either way, he was doing way too many loads of laundry to keep his sheets clean. Still, the memory of his dream filled him and began to lengthen his cock. Without hesitation, he soaped his hand and began stroking himself. Longing for her touch, he allowed his mind to create the feel he had experienced with her. His hand moved faster and faster until he spurted his come all over the shower wall.