Ahmose, page 6
How easily she simplified his thoughts, throwing out his self-hatred at his choices. Her eyes still held the traces of sleep, her expression soft and inviting. She lifted her other hand and brushed it along his arm. The sensual slide called to the primitive nature within him, and he leaned forward taking the inviting lips that had so eagerly spoke for him.
Those soft, honey lips melted under his, easily parting as he delved deeper with his tongue to taste more of her. Her flavor one that couldn’t be described with words, had him taking steps closer, his hands moving to her waist, pulling at the cloth that dared to separate them.
Even this was a consolation, her body pressing against his in an unspoken need. How could she so easily fit against him, even her moans felt as if they came from within his own body. As he deepened the kiss, removing the shirt she wore easily. Baring her lovely brown skin, her lashes lowered brushing against his cheeks. Her weakness was his strength as a light touch brushed his forearms, her fingers lightly drawing across the tendons that popped out due to his restraint.
Her thoughts were a jumbled collection of begging for him to never stop, and others chiding her for accepting his attention. Through it all she never retreated instead she pulled him closer and Ahmose eagerly accepted the invitation feeling her strength, he slowly allowed himself to feed from her. She gasped as her body wilted in his arms, the feeding experience was often compared to a hundred stars bursting along the skin,
He groaned when she lifted her hands to his shoulders, retreating to gasp as she pressed her nails into his shoulders. He was half way on the bed, and while she looked at him her lips swollen from his heavy kiss.
“I shouldn’t do this,” she whispered, her lashes fluttering as her tongue slipped to taste him on her lips. “I don’t even know you.”
“You know me more than you know,” he said placing a hand over her pounding heart. “Here, this knows me but if you wish…I will stop.” It would kill him, but he would do so if she asked. “Do you wish it of me Amouri?”
“No,” She shook her head, her finger pressing into his skin. Kneading his shoulders in a needy manner, she bit her lip before she lowered her eyes away from him. “Don’t stop.”
He gave her a wolfish smile, “as you wish Amouri” He nearly growled as he nearly threw himself at her. Rachael nearly yelled but it was quickly changed to a cry of pleasure, as he removed her pants and underwear in a move she barely had time to take in. His hands pressed into her skin greedily, she felt her bottom lifted as he pressed himself against her but didn’t enter. His lips moving from her lips to her throat, his wet tongue following the line of her pulse as she let herself feeling along his muscled back, she could feel the slightly raised skin of the black tattoos that covered his body.
Her nipples hardened as he fingers tweaked them. She could feel him to her toes, every sigh and groan rippled through her body. When she couldn’t take it anymore she reached down to guide him within, but he stopped her, his bright eyes making her still her movements.
Something dangerous and barely reigned in laid there, he snarled his teeth flashing at her. “You will wait.” The hard command, didn’t deter from her arousal instead she felt her breathing slow as she slowly removed her hand as he slid down her body. His kisses brushing lightly over her hot skin.
When his larger fingers spread her open, Rachael grabbed hand a full of the sheets beneath her body, and when his cold breath blew over her she felt herself clench on reflex. Lifting her right leg, he continued blowing never touching. Trembling Rachael released the sheets trying to grab for him but he grabbed her wrist in an unbreakable hold.
“Shh, patience.”
Rachael would have gladly told him what to do with his patience, but then he dove, his black hair brushing her skin his long tongue apparently had its use. As lapped at her with it, biting down on her fist she felt as if she was being drained. Her heart felt like it would explode any minute as what felt like electricity brushed along her skin.
Pleasure from being served, and pleasure from serving.
These emotions ran through them, looping infinitely as Ahmose used her body he also pleasured her soul. Malleable and at his hand she melted, he wished to continue this ceaseless pleasure feeding from her delicious energy that smelled of honey and dandelions. Within this goddess like body she held the life that drew a wretch such as him in.
“Ah-Ahmose…Please, I need…I need you.”
Her eyes were teary, her skin flushed slightly around her cheeks though it was barely there to be seen, a hint of strawberry on the cocoa colored skin. Her left hand reached towards him, the clear need in fierce hunger reflected his own emotions. “As you wish.”
Lowering her leg, he wasn’t prepared for her to lift up grabbing his shoulder, her eyes intent upon his. Slowly, she leaned forward taking his lips tasting herself on his tongue. Lifting her easily, he didn’t break the kiss while lowering her onto himself. Her sheath wrapped around him tightly as she moaned, her arms wrapping around him, as he seated himself fully inside her.
“I-I can’t,” she panted her brow pebbled with sweat.
“You already did it,” Ahmose chuckled brushing his lips across her cheek. His teeth gritted as he lifted her body, and lowered her, the ease of the movement contrasting the toe curling pleasure of the first deep stroke.
Rachael’s eyes closed as she bit her bottom lip, hard. Her body had never been so filled before, but the sensation didn’t only fill her body but her very spirit. It felt as if this man with his mysterious origins and his godlike body had taken her over. The iron will that ran through him, should have intimidated her. But instead she wanted to feel more of him, she wanted to learn everything she could about him.
As her eyes were closed Rachael didn’t see the golden light that slowly emanated from his skin. As they moved against each other, clasping each other as close to each other as possible. The noise from their coupling growing louder and louder as their moves caused the headboard of the bed to slam against the wall.
Soon they moved into the Missionary position, Ahmose one hand above gripping t the thick wood of the headboard. Rachael grasping at his hips, as she tried to catch her breathe even as she cried out for more.
Neither paid attention to the sound of cracking. They only had eyes and ears for each other, and Rachael couldn’t help feeling her own awe, as she watched Ahmose’s neck tendons pop as he strained holding tightly to his control. Lifting up she wrapped her legs around his waist, setting her lips against his ear she whispered.
“let go…gah!”
That was enough to throw them both over the knife ‘s edge, Rachael mildly wondered as her stomach tightened and head blanked as if consumed by light, why she hadn’t let him bang her earlier, but before she could answer she’d already joined the large male still rippling inside of her, in sleep.
Fuck…it didn’t matter anyway.
Chapter Twelve
“You haven’t found him yet!”
Georgette had believed Daniels urgings that nothing could go wrong, but the longer that, creature ran loose, their entire operation could soon be discovered. She had to get her hands back on that body, before she lost the trust of Brighton.
“I’m on my way, don’t do anything till I get there!” she barked out before slamming the phone down. Grabbing her coat, she rushed out of her office, only to stop short when she bumped into Daniel whose expression remained relaxed. Pausing to put on her coat she spoke, “Your little pet has not only caused a scene at the airport, but they couldn’t track him and have little to no idea where he’s went.”
Daniel eyed George, his eyes flicking to the wall where there was a clock. “Are you going to lead the trapping team?”
“Yes,” George said, her eyes narrowing on his face. “I can’t leave this to the others anymore. I don’t want to have to answer to Brighton, on why we lost one of his investments. Do you?”
“No,” Daniel said easily, returning his gaze to hers. Shoving his hands into his pocket he added, “I’ll give a call to Aset, he should be put to use after all this is why we have him.”
“Yeah, you do that.” George said, before she marched away. Daniel may not fear Brighton, but she did, and she also didn’t much like the idea of being caught out by those who had already made it clear they didn’t appreciate humans in their business. If they figured out what George and her colleagues were up to, they would face a far worse situation. Shuddering, she pressed the elevator button and quickly entered, pulling her cellphone out to book a flight.
~L.B.K~
Waking up from deep sleep, Rachael spread her arms out only to encounter the cool side of the bed. For a moment she was disheartened, awakening in Ahmose’s embrace would have been the cherry on top to what had been an enlightening night. Pushing up, she turned her head so that she could look over at the other side. A smile slowly formed when she saw a basket filled with different flowers of varying colors.
Her heart felt weird as she came to a sitting position and scooted over to the basket. Reaching out she pulled the basket towards her. Pulling a sunflower out she sniffed it and laughed as there wasn’t any scent.
Spotting something underneath the flowers she set the sunflower aside and reaching pulled out the rest gently setting them near her. Her hands grew wet from the morning dew that still remained on the plants.
“Okay, I see you Ahmose,” she said as gleefully dug through the clothing that rested inside, along with shoes and items for washing and doing her hair. Spotting something in particular she nearly moaned, it was shea hair butter. She could feel her eyes welling with the tears, and truly felt sad that at some point she and Ahmose would be parting. Tossing the jar back into the basket, she grabbed it up while standing. And jumping down from the bed she raced for the bathroom eager to finally feel completely human.
~L.B.K~
Ahmose felt himself smiling as he felt the pure joy emanating from his Emorisa. He’d been more than shocked that he and Rachael fit so well, he also felt blessed that in this time he’d be able to find his Emorisa, she was no longer just his Amouri.
The change would be slow, but soon she would exhibit some Kehmetian attributes. Usually a male would require verbal acceptance, but they had become so matched instinctually, she and his souls intertwining without a word. Even now he could feel her skin as it was pelted with warm water.
A cold laughter followed by a masculine scream interrupted his Emorisa’s enjoyment.
Deciding he had no interest in allowing Rachael to hear the screams he blocked her off and returned his attention to what was happening before him.
His grandson had the man known as Pucci, lifted by his ankles and his arms tied behind his back. The man’s body was already soaked, as they had dumped him three time into the barrel of dirty lake water. He wriggled like an overly large fish in his bounds.
Ahmose hadn’t yet revealed himself to the people in the abandoned warehouse as he wished to see how Hawcrian handled those who betrayed him.
“So, I was visited while in Germany,” Hawcrian spoke from the chair he sat in. His young brother, cold faced stood to his right. He obviously wore authority well, as well as the charcoal suit, and clean button down shirt that was loosened at the throat. “By an interesting person who claimed that not only was heb my grandfather, but,” he laughed here, “That I should question you about some missing items from my parents Villa.”
He had the habit of speaking with his hands, but he clasped them together as he changed how he was sitting to place both feet flat on the ground and leaned forward, his forearms braced on top of his knees. “So…I looked into it.” His brows drew together, “And what do I find out? I find out that you’ve been fucking stealing from me from the beginning.” He glared at the sputtering older male. “All these fucking years…” Rising suddenly, he scrubbed a hand across the five-o’clock shadow of his jaw. “So, this fucking loon turns out to be speaking the truth.”
He grabbed the chair and threw it, not caring that it slammed into the man’s chest causing him to cry out in pain. Swiftly followed by weeping, and pleading. “Please, please… I-I didn’t mean to-,” “To what?! Steal from me!”
Pucci weakly shook his head, as his mouth worked but Ahmose could see the man was having a hard time speaking.
Hawcrian moved towards him, his eyes raked the male before he finally asked. “…What was in the Cellar?”
Pucci entire demeanor changed eyes widening, his mouth opened and closed like a fish. “N,n,nothing! Nothing-gah!”
Tightening his hand on Pucci’s jaw, Hawcrian leaned closer not blinking. He breathed in, before he spoke, “…You stink. You’re lying to me Pucci, what did I tell you about LYING!”
Jerking the man down, he forced his head into the large dumpster filled with water. Water sloshed as the older man struggled his panic clear. After a few seconds Hawcrian drew him out, “What was in the Cellar?!” He demanded once more.
Pucci hacked and coughed, shaking his head weakly. “I-I can’t… no, no please don’t-!” His cry was cut off as he was dipped once more in the water. This time Hawcrian held him there longer, the cruel line to his smile was interesting to see for Ahmose.
Stepping from the shadows he felt the minute the men who’d been standing along the wall spotted them. Cursing they lifted their guns towards him, bracing to shoot him. Ahmose not feeling the least threatened continued walking towards Hawcrian. “He took the bodies and wealth that rested there.”
His voice caused Hawcrian to jerk around pulling Pucci from the water. Those cold eyes clashed with his golden ones. “You!”
Ahmose nodded, clasping his hands together behind his back he stared at Pucci who was too busy catching his breath to notice him. Which made it easier for him to reach into his mind and draw out the memories he needed. “He took the jewels there and pawned them, and the bodies there he either tossed or sold,” anger leaked into his voice as he continued speaking. “You and your brothers were still too young to have heard the story of the Frist Criminisi.”
Turning his eyes to Hawcrian who now had his young brother flanking him. “Babes, easy to deceive and steal from,” he continued moving forward till he stood right in front of the weeping Pucci. “Ahmose Criminisi vuole la sua libbra di carne.” At those words Pucci ceased weeping his eyes popping open, but just as those terrified orbs stalled on Ahmose his head was sliced from his shoulders by flash of light.
“Fuck!” Hawcrian staggered back.
“What the fuck are you?!” Mino demanded angrily, his eyes going from Pucci’s headless body to the male who stared at the headless body that was bleeding out. He hadn’t believed his brothers story and had thought it was an elaborate prank that’d brought him to Germany. Now he was feeling that his brother’s story hadn’t been so far-fetched. “Shit, I mean who are you?!”
Not bothering to face them he answered, “Your grandfather…of course I not your present grandfather, but nonetheless,” he turned tilting his chin up. “It seems that it is time I take responsibility for my leaving too soon.” He smiled, “Now, would you be willing to listen to your grandfather’s story?”
~L.B.K~
She was bored.
Rachael hadn’t counted on being left alone for longer than an hour. It was almost insulting considering she had a very, very good night. Looking over the hotel room she decided it was time she looked around the volcanic city she’d been brought to.
She wasn’t going to sit around waiting for Ahmose to show up, especially when she basically had a free transportation to a place she’d never been.
Slipping on the sandals that had been at the bottom of the basket. She gave her blue summer dress a quick once over and patted her curls. Shea butter was another word for miracle, with that simple check, she grabbed the hotel key from the table and left the room.
Exiting the Hotel, she couldn’t help inhaling deeply the smell of air and the delicious dishes from the restaurant across from the entrance of the hotel drew her eyes. But as she wasn’t hungry, she only glanced at them before she continued on her way. Touring the stone paved streets, she avoided a few bikers who whistled as they past calling out to her.
Chuckling she continued, enjoying the window shopping. Intricately hand-blown statues made of glass caught her eyes, as light bounced off them.
She’d just stopped at a vendors table to look over some rings, when she felt heat from her side. Glancing up she met a familiar gaze that brought fear immediately. She turned to run, but her arm was grabbed.
“Now, now, no running,” the hand jerked her closer. Racheal released a curse, jabbing the hard body behind her with her elbow.
“Let go!” Glancing down, she didn’t hesitate in kicking the man in the ankle. He released a curse loosening his hold of her. She took off, blindly running back to the hotel. Glancing over her shoulder to see if she was being followed.
Turning a corner, she cried out as she was grabbed, and her eyes jerked up. She pulled back but the hands holding her didn’t release her, “Gotcha!” the male grinned, “Now be good Amouri and guide your Kehmet to us.” He released one arm and waved it over her face Before she could scream she went limp her eyes rolling back.
“Alton!” Grant and Eli entered the Alley, both looking from the knocked out Amouri to Alton.
Lifting her gently, Alton nodded, “Let’s hurry back to base, otherwise we’ll have to fight the Elder here.” He turned, disappearing into the alley way, the other two followed him melting from view.
Chapter Thirteen
“OW!”
The yell of pain came from Grant, who had a metal trey throne at his head. The woman, Rachael wasn’t an easy hostage. In fact, the woman had not only cussed them out with every American curse word known to men, but she’d bit, scratched and punched every part of their body she could reach.
