Page 7 of Feline Good

They quieted, fear shadowing their eyes as they noticed her expression. Their gazes jumped to Kyril, the commander of their little army. What had he called them? An elite unit?

Elite, my ass.

“Well? What the hell happened?” Kyril growled his words, and Sekhmet hid the shiver tingling up her spine when he spoke. He was magnificent when angry.

His men shared fearful looks before the one with a bloody nose cleared his throat. “She activated the amulet, and the Keepers interrupted us.”

Sekhmet stood. “Is that where you got the bloody nose?”

He swallowed before bowing to her, as he should. “No, my Goddess. The woman was a bit more… prepared than we anticipated. Then the Keepers took us by surprise and…”

Kyril filled in his sentence for him. “They kicked your ass. Is that what you’re saying? A girl and a few pussies kept you from retrieving the amulet?”

Slow nods from the men answered his heated question.

Sekhmet turned her eyes heavenward, seeking patience. “You’re kidding me.” She snapped her fingers, and the one with the bloody nose exploded into a cloud of sand. The remaining two took a long step backwards before she halted them with her words.

“Don’t worry. Kyril will find a replacement for him.” She turned to Kyril and arched a brow, placing a hand on her hip expectantly. “Correct? Someone more capable.”

He nodded obediently. “As long as you create me someone capable.”

“Good. Find this amulet. Follow them if you must. They have to know where it is. And remember I can dust you just as easily as I created you.”

Her lover dismissed the men, ordering them to wait for further instruction before acting. Once they had gone, he moved close, planting his palms on the arms of her throne and leaning over her. As a Goddess, not many men made her feel weak, but this male left her absolutely trembling.

But she would never let him see that. Sekhmet arched a perfectly plucked brow. “Yes, dear?”

“You know I don’t like it when you dust my men.” His grumbling voice sent a heated flush through her whole body, and her stomach clenched with a lick of lust.

Heat sparked, but she lifted a manicured hand to study her golden nails. “Why, I’m not sure I understand what you mean.”

Playing this game with Kyril was Sekhmet’s greatest pleasure, one of the few she had, considering her banishment and all. She had to do her own nails, for goddess’ sake. Although they looked pretty damn excellent, if she did say so herself. All her spare time gave her plenty of practice hours, when she wasn’t busy spending it in other… positions.

“Sekhmet.” A warning growl was all she received as she lifted her dark eyes to his, daring him to take her. He did, jerking her from the throne and pulling her across the simple marble floor of the throne room to her opulent bedroom. His hand tightened around her arm, leaving marks she would fawn over later.

As he tossed her across the mattress, holding her face down while he jerked at her clothes, Sekhmet smothered a satisfied smirk.

This was a game they had perfected. Here her powers were limited, but she could end him with a snap of her fingers, if she so chose. However, she loved their games, craved his ruthless and demanding needs. Kyril was the only one strong enough to take her like this, and therefore he was special to her.

A keening cry tore from her throat as he jerked her skirts up, yanked her thong aside, and slid home in one brutal thrust.

His thick, rock hard cock filled her almost to the point of pain. He knew exactly what she liked, which is why he didn’t wait for her to adjust. The slight pain was perfect and chills erupted over her body. Her diamond hard nipples pressed against the silk top she wore, the fabric teasing them as she moved to and fro on the bed from his hard thrusts.

Gathering her hair into a fist, he cranked her head back and to the side until he could ravage her mouth, their tongues tangling in a rhythm tandem with the way he was fucking her. Hard, messy, and beautiful.

Kyril rammed his cock brutally between her slick folds, the wet sounds a harmony to the slap of flesh matching the frantic beat of her heart. Pausing, he pulled away, and Sekhmet whined in protest, at least until he shoved her face back into the mattress. No sound left his lips, but actions spoke louder than words when he pulled her hips up high off the mattress and spread her knees apart until he knelt between them. With a bruising grip on her thighs, he yanked her back to him, thrusting forward at the same time and spearing her again on his huge cock.

Sekhmet cried out, the orgasm hitting her like a strike of lightning as he continued to pound into her. He fucked her through the orgasm, his uneven breaths sweeter than any poetry he could recite. Men could lie with words, but Kyril couldn’t lie with his body.

His thrusts stuttered, a curse escaping his throat as he reached under her to play and pinch her clit until she teetered right on the edge again. Her moans and cries alike showed Kyril the effect he had on her, and she silently promised to be a bitch later to make up for it.

His pace faltered, and when he gave her clit a particularly rough flick, she shattered anew, and he broke apart with her. A hoarse yell exploded from his lips, and Sekhmet smiled at the knowledge he was just as addicted to her as she was him.

With one last brutal thrust, he held her hips to him in a deliciously painful grip as he emptied himself into her, the pulse of cum a hot burst inside her. Collapsing over her, he placed a single kiss between her shoulder blades before falling to the side. The bed bounced with his weight, and Sekhmet rolled into him.

Sweaty and sated, she grinned as a new plan sketched itself across her mind. Peering up at Kyril, she met his pale golden gaze. “I have a plan to get us out of here.”

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