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West shot him a narrow look then nodded. “Fine, but she doesn’t leave your side. And check in on the hour.”
“Sure, boss,” Zayn answered, and he pulled me through the kitchen towards the French doors, leaving West standing by himself.
Just around the corner outside of the house, I saw he’d already left a couple of large black cases. He released me and set the water bottles down on the patio table.
I eyed the black cases. “So what are we doing?” I asked.
Zayn smiled at me and pulled his own dark sweatshirt over his head. I caught a glimpse of dark brown washboard abs for a split second before his white shirt dropped back into place.
“I thought a quick run to warm up, then some stretches, and then I’ll show you some moves with the khopesh.”
My eyes widened at the mention of the deadly weapon he’d wielded in the caves. “I thought you lost it?”
Zayn laughed and walked over to one of the cases. Flipping open the catches, he opened the lid and stepped back to let me look. Two gleaming steel weapons lay cushioned inside. He smiled before lowering the lid.
“I have a few, all copies of my original weapon I had back in the temple. That is stashed somewhere very safe though.”
“Is it more powerful?” I asked.
“No, the opposite actually. It’s made from bronze, so it’s not as strong as the steel ones. I guess it’s just... sentimental.”
“Why? Because you had it in your first life?”
“No, my queen. Because you presented it to me after I saved your life, and that was when you asked me to become one of your priests.”
“You saved my life?”
He nodded. “There was an assassination attempt. I found out about it and was able to help West prevent it from taking place. As a reward, you gifted me the khopesh and then asked me to swear my loyalty to you.” He reached out, tucking a strand of hair behind my ear, and cupped my face in his hand. “And how could I refuse?”
I smiled. “I’m glad you didn’t.”
He leaned down and brushed his lips over mine. It was a soft, chaste kiss and so different from our heated exchange on the plane, but still thrilling. Electricity shot through my body, and I was sure he felt it too. He smiled down at me. “So am I.”
He kissed me again, sliding his hand into my hair to pull me close. I went willingly. The attraction between us was undeniable, but underneath it, I knew my body was craving blood. As I pressed myself against him, the fire began to burn deep inside my belly, rush through my veins, and clamour for blood and sex. I felt out of control within seconds. My arms slipped around his waist, pulling him against me, and I felt his hard cock against my stomach. He groaned as I rubbed my body against his. He tried to pull back, but I reached up and pulled his mouth back down to mine. My hand slipped into his grey sweatpants and closed around his shaft. A growl rumbled deep in his throat, and he pulled away.
“Tory, we shouldn’t...”
I ignored him, dropping to my knees and taking the head of his cock into my mouth.
“Fuck, Tory.” His hand tightened in my hair, trying to pull me away, but I slid my mouth down lower, flicking my tongue over his shaft.
“Tory, fucking hell, the guys on patrol could walk past!”
I was beyond caring, and he didn’t seem that committed to me stopping. I mean, he could have easily pulled me away or stepped back, but he didn’t. I slid lower. I couldn’t quite take him all, and I felt him hit the back of my throat. I fought the instinctual urge to gag and pulled back a little, then dropped down again. Back and forth I went, vaguely aware of his hands in my hair. His hips began to move as he thrust himself gently into my mouth. I slid my hands up his shirt, running them over the sculpted abs I’d seen before and then scraping my nails down his hips. He groaned, moving faster, one hand on my head to keep me steady. I scraped my teeth over his shaft, and he swore again. This time he wrenched me away, one hand dragging me up by my arm while the other tucked his raging hard-on back into his joggers.
“What’s wrong?” I asked. “I thought...”
Zayn groaned, leaning his forehead against mine. His breathing was shaky, and I could feel his heart racing as I laid my hand on his chest.
“West. He’s given orders to all the priests not to... He said we can’t... do that.”
“What the fuck?” I demanded. “He’s given orders that you can’t fuck me?”
“Well, not exactly. It’s more that he wants us focused on the job until this stalker person is caught. We’re allowed to feed you but nothing else. He’s encouraged us to... errr... relieve our own desires for the time being.”
Human form or not, I could feel a roar forming in the back of my throat. “Relieve your own desires, huh?”
The anger burned brightly, then simmered down to a cold fury. I turned away from Zayn and strode back across the lawn to the house. I swung open the French doors to the kitchen, but West was gone. Undeterred, I stalked through the house, shouting his name. Within a minute, he appeared out of the security room where the security camera monitors were kept.
