"The Summoning" - читать интересную книгу автора (Morgen Shelby)

Yes. She remembered. She had had this dream. “There were cats…”

“Indeed there were cats. Hundreds of them. The sacred cats had free reign in the temple of our goddess.”

“Bast.” She’d always loved the statues of Bast, the goddess with the body of a woman and the head of a cat. Bast was the protectress of the Royal House and of the Two Lands—upper and lower Egypt.

Bast was also the goddess of lovers.

So many times Marylin had told the story of Bast to her students. No wonder she’d always been able to make the temple come alive for them. Memories came flooding back. Bast was more than a story to her. Her name had been Nylanйfer. She had served the goddess. She had been Bast’s High Priestess.

The boy had worked his way up through the ranks, from kitchen servant to temple guard, and finally to her personal ‘hemu.’

She remembered standing before a silvered mirror just like this while the young man brushed her hair. She shouldn’t have allowed such intimate contact. He was her guard, not her personal attendant. But she had been too long without a lover. She bit her lip as he laid down the brush, moving her hair aside to kiss her shoulders and the curve of her neck.

She watched in fascination as his hands moved down her sides to circle her hips, stroking up now over the curve of her thighs to her belly, pausing there, framing her mons as if he could feel the coil of need his touch aroused. His bronzed skin made a dark contrast against the bleached linen of her wrap. He was so young. She was nearly twice his age. She’d meant to wait longer, give him time to grow into his full potential. But he was hers, a gift from the goddess herself, and she could do what she wanted with him, could she not? Surely the goddess would approve. The great Bast always blessed lovers.

She stared at his hands in fascination. “ I could have you killed for your impudence.”

“I live but to serve you.” His heat pressed into the curve of her ass, hard and hot and wanting, as his words whispered across her neck. “Do what you will with me, Lady. I would rather die than live without you. I have loved you since first I saw you.” He raised his head, practically shouting to the stone walls of the temple. “Hear me, oh great Bast, and accept my oath! Before thee, oh great goddess, I swear I shall love this woman till the end of time!”

Oh, goddess. He was so young! Did he not know the consequences of such an oath? “A boy’s promise,” she chided. “Rash and reckless and dangerous. What does a child know of love?”

“I am no child, Lady. If I am old enough to give my life to protect you, should such be my fate, I am old enough to love you.”

She closed her eyes, leaning back against the broad chest and hard cock that promised more than she could allow. “You cannot understand the implications of your promise…there will be consequences. Your rivals will not be pleased that I have chosen but a mere boy.”

He rubbed slowly against her, his hips pressing hard against hers, his cock jumping with every move. She hesitated, her hand on the knot that bound her wrap in place. What would he see in the mirror? He was but a child in a man’s body. He should be with someone his own age. One of the young priestesses. Not an old woman. Though she pampered herself, her body had seen too many years. Twenty and eight. If he turned away—if he turned away, she would have him killed for the insult.

With a single tug, she loosed the linen that fell to puddle around their feet.

“Goddess,” he whispered, his fingers moving to cup her breasts in the mirror. “You’re perfect.” His cock bucked against her naked ass with the firm strength of youth. One hand strayed back to her mons, sliding over the oiled skin of her plucked mound, his cock nuzzling her ass as his fingers slipped between her folds. He towered over her, a massive bear of a man-child, making her feel small and helpless as he ground her against his cock. What little he wore vanished quickly, falling to join her cherished linen, unheeded, on the stone floor. Her hands grasped the bowed bed frame for support as he prodded her ass with that hard, dripping cock. His fingers within her already had her panting, slick and wanting, but she froze as his cock pressed against her.

No. He couldn’t mean to…

“Shhh. Relax, my love. I will not hurt you. Would you risk conceiving my child?”

“I—no. But—”

“I will not hurt you. Trust me.”

His fingers came first, teasing, stretching, lubricating her with her own juices while she clung to the bed for support. Each move, each caress, made her want him more. She thrust against him now, giving him access, panting for breath as she writhed against his fingers.

One hand held her, gripping her tightly, still caressing her mons, while the fingers of the other slipped in and out of her ass. She screamed as the pleasure/pain became too much to bear, but she could not escape him. More. She wanted more. She wanted…

“Patience, my greedy lover. Patience. Your body must learn to know me. Trust me.”

To hell with patience. She wanted—oh great goddess. She screamed again as his fingers slipped out and he carefully guided his cock into the void he’d left behind. The world stopped turning as he held steady within her. One second. Two. She forced her tight muscles to relax.

Slowly, gently, he slid in further, until she could feel the head of his cock, almost brushing his fingers as they pressed against her from the front. And then his fingers began to move again. And she screamed again as lightning flashed before her eyes and thunder roared in her ears. Falling. She was falling. Down a void of longing and lust that knew no end. Then he was thrusting, pushing, rubbing, pinching, taking her with the strength and lust of a boy just become a man.