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Chapter 12

Tiri abruptly woke from a heavy sleep. A rush of air streamed out of her parted lips as she blinked her eyes awake. What a fevered dream she’d had. The kisses and the sliding of flesh had seemed so real…

A muscular arm promptly snaked around her waist, under her breasts, and a face nuzzled into the crook of her neck. A distinctly masculine face with trimmed facial hair.

Tiri’s eyes widened in dawning realization.

Oh.

It hadn’t been a fevered dream. Tiri was in the aftermath of her fevered reality.

She bit her lip as a way to quell a squeak of hysteria.

What the buggering hell had she been thinking?

She’d done…things…with the immortal leader of the twelve tribes of the Medjai.

Who had made it perfectly clear to her during dinner the night before that one mustn’t do said things with a Medjai warrior unless one was ready for commitment!

Why did her senses always leave her whenever she was around the dark warrior?

“Stop whatever it is you are thinking. It is making you tense,” Ardeth Bay said softly as he leisurely rained hot little open-mouthed kisses on her neck.

Oh – that’s why. The nervous squeak escaped her. She tried to nonchalantly wiggle out of his grasp but his hold on her would not budge. “Tiri,” he said warningly.

“I’ve got to use the lavatory,” she said hastily over her shoulder.

Ardeth Bay deftly flipped her onto her back so that she was almost nose to nose with him. He searched her eyes and a frown settled on his face. “You are wasting energy fighting this. Everything that has transpired between us has been preordained to happen.”

What did that even mean? “Er, ok. Where’s the lavatory?”

He sighed and let her go. “Follow me,” he said, muttering something containing ‘stubborn woman’ in Arabic. He rose from the bed. Naked.

Very, very naked.

Tiri had to rip her eyes away from his bronzed muscular form as he slowly stretched his arms over his head. She preoccupied herself by primly wrapping a linen sheet around herself.

When she finally got the courage to look up again he was pointedly staring at her with an inky black eyebrow arched to show his disapproval of her covering herself up. He was still very much naked. “This way,” he said as he led her along.

She tried her hardest not to stare at his tight bum as he led the way. ‘Tried’ being the key word here.

They exited out of the same archway which Ardeth Bay had gone down the night before to get the magical salve. They were in a stone corridor and he directed her to enter the first entranceway on the left. She was in an exquisitely furnished bathing room. The room was swathed in warm sand colored tile. A giant built-in bathtub, the likes of which fit into every hot blooded woman’s fantasies, was prominently on display. There were Egyptian hieroglyphs glazed onto the floor tiles of it. Tiri walked past what looked to be the Egyptian version of a fainting couch, towards a water-closet hidden behind a papyrus screen. Modern plumbing, she noted before she went into hyperventilating mode.

Well, it wasn’t exactly fooling around with the Pharaohs daughter – but fooling around with the Head Chieftain of the Medjai seemed like it entailed some serious consequences as well. Funny how she never was able to think that far ahead while she was in the heat of the moment.

Tiri was in way over her head. This place was so eerie. Even Ardeth’s washroom. Besides the whole magical vibe she was getting from this place, there was his and her’s everything. Why would an unmarried man have his and her sinks and feminine accents decorating his rooms? Tiri had a feeling she all ready knew the answer – just remembering the way his eyes seared into her gave her the none-too-subtle hint – but her brain was having trouble processing that.

‘He couldn’t possibly be entertaining fantasies that we could be together,’ she rationalized in her head. She was no Medjai warrior woman. She was a silly English girl who was only in Egypt because she was a pushover and was going to be doing a movie to make her parents happy. Hardly Medjai bride material.

Outside of the screen covered lavatory Tiri heard the splash of water hitting tile. Ardeth Bay was filling the bathtub. Tiri peeked out from around the screen. His darkly tanned form was bent over as he poured scented oil into the frothing water. She was enthralled by the play of muscles rippling in his back and the light floral fragrance drifting into the air. Lotus oil. She hid behind the screen again as he turned facing in her direction and stepped into the quickly filling bath. He sunk into the water, his head cradled by the curve of the edge of the tub. His eyes closed and his face transformed into a softened expression that made him look much younger than he was. ‘However old that is,’ Tiri mentally added with a frown. He slid his head under water for a brief moment, wetting his hair. He rose just enough for his head to be cradled again, his black hair now in shining wet tendrils.

“Are you going to just stand there staring at me or are you going to join me?” he asked nonchalantly, his eyes still closed.

Tiri felt her heart jump into her stomach. The man was so unnerving. She sheepishly stepped out from behind the papyrus screen. “I wasn’t staring I was…contemplating.”

“I like that you are a smart girl, but in this case I feel you may be over thinking things. Now, come. Get in.”

Tiri huffed primly, crossing her arms over her chest. “But that would only confirm what I was thinking, so I don’t think I will.”

He cracked an eye open, looking seriously put-out. “This girl will be the death of me,” he mumbled in Arabic. Louder, in English, he asked in a droning voice, “And what is it that you were thinking?”

“First of all, you’re immortal, so I really doubt that I’ll be the death of you – since you can’t die and all,” she said waspishly, letting him know that if he was going to mumble that he should at least do it in a language she didn’t understand. Both of his eyes opened at this remark – and was he smirking at her? “And I was thinking that the only reason I’m here in Egypt is because I’m going to star in a film because it’s what so many others want for me – even though I’m not too keen on the idea myself. But I’m going to do it, like all of the modeling jobs I’ve ever done, because it makes my family happy. I give in to others,” she confessed with a resigned sigh.

He regarded her for a moment. “It is curious then,” he said pensively, sitting up to level her with his gaze, “That you have been so obstinate against me ever since we have met. There was a defiant fire in you when you refused to wear Nefertiri’s necklace, and last night when we were sparring, and even now as you refuse to bathe with me…” His eyes were fastened on her in such a way that it made goosebumps form on every pore of her body. He looked like the cat that had gotten the cream. “Perhaps Egypt agrees with you.”

Her eyes narrowed. “Or maybe you just really know how to rub me the wrong way.”

His eyes seared her with their heat. “Then, please, show me the right way to rub you.”

Tiri felt a fierce blush bloom on her cheeks. Oh if only the ground could open up and swallow her whole right this instant. “That’s not what I meant,” she muttered. Besides, there was nothing she could teach him in the…erm…pleasuring…department. He played her body like it was a well loved instrument that he’d had for years.

“Fine,” he said softly, his voice like roughened silk. He slid a square, masculine hand along his taut and glistening chest, lathering the soapy water onto his skin. “Then take a bath with me – but only because you want to.”

“I don’t, uhm-” she said, wavering. Her eyes followed the path of his hand. A bath did actually sound pretty good at the moment. Last night had been really…sweaty.

“Let me wash you,” he said. “Please.” His words were like a smoldering caress along her skin.

Tiri blinked her glazed-over eyes. She hadn’t been paying attention to the fact that he had stealthily been inching closer to her and was now directly in front of her in the bath. He stood up, water sloshing down his body. He held out his hand to her.

Her heart was beating as fast as a hummingbird’s wings as she eyed his hand. It was like an echo of last night when he had held the dagger out to her. Ever since she had met him she seemed to be unable to help herself. It was like she was magnetized to his touch. It felt so natural. She took his hand, letting the linen sheet fall to the floor.

She watched him take in a sharp inhale. A feminine thrill went through her as she saw him struggle to keep his gaze from lowering from her eyes. It was that open hunger he had for her that did her in every time. It ceased to amaze her that this fierce warrior who thrived in one of the harshest places on earth was so easily brought to his knees by her.

Her. Tiri O’Connell. Gangly, bookish English girl who had only one friend and no fighting skills whatsoever.

The unrestrained longing in his eyes, his voice, his touch were what both emboldened her and scared the hell out of her at the same time. She didn’t understand it. She didn’t understand why every time she was near him it seemed he was marking her as his with his eyes and actions. She didn’t understand why she felt like she could tell him anything and he would be there for her, with no agenda, just fierce loyalty and an honest need to help her through her darkest hours. She didn’t understand why she was starting to feel the same way about this secret-harboring desert man. But maybe not knowing why for now was ok. Maybe.

This time he led her gently to him. He embraced her into his arms, his body warm and moist from the bath. He brushed her hair away from her face and kissed her forehead, eyelids, and cheeks. He cupped the back of her head in his palm, the other caressing her back, as he brushed his lips lightly against hers. His touch was so light, that it made Tiri understand he was giving her the power. She was the one controlling their actions right now. She stepped into the bath, and he obligingly stepped back further into the bath to accommodate her. She pressed her hands against his chest, directing him to lie back in the reclining position he had been in earlier. He watched her standing over him, the admiration in his gaze tempered by a gentle smile. She slid down into the water to perch on his knees, weightless.

“Wash me,” she said lightly, a self-conscious tint to her words.

He gave her another light kiss and then pulled a folded cloth from its place beside the bathtub into the water, lathering it with soapy water. “But of course.”

The self-conscious ball in the pit of her stomach vanished at his words, replaced by a warm and thankful feeling at how gracious and comforting he was being.

“Will you turn around for me so that I can start at your back?” he asked softly.

She gave him a cheeky smile and turned her back to him, saying over her shoulder, “Yes. But only because you asked so nicely.”

A deep chuckle sounded from behind her. He spoke while starting to gently soap her back, “Yes, I am afraid being the leader of the Medjai has desensitized me to using proper manners. I find myself having to be commanding all the time, for the one in power must show no weakness. But you have reminded me that kindly asking does not lessen my ability to get the outcome that I desire. In fact, asking nicely seems to be even more rewarding in this situation as it has put a beautiful woman in my lap, telling me what to do.”

She laughed, biting her lip to try to control the dopey smile that was trying to form on her face. She couldn’t get control of it – but, no matter, as he couldn’t see her face. “It’s like the saying: ‘You can catch more flies with honey than with vinegar.’”

“Yes. That makes much sense,” he said. “Your eyes – they are the color of honey.” He gently directed her to face him again as he said this. “And your honey eyes have ensnared me.” A tingle went down her spine. They stared at each other as he lathered her shoulders. The peaks of her nipples were tightening into little pink buds of need. She knew that he had noticed her reaction to his words and caresses because his eyes were darkening with desire. He slid the cloth along her breast. He purposefully led his thumb to drag across the hardened peak of her nipple.

She moaned and pressed her sex more firmly against his rock-hard thigh, the bolt of lust going straight to her feminine core. The meaningful use of the word ‘ensnare’ was not lost on her. He had also used it last night to explain the devotion of a Medjai warrior to his chosen woman. In this moment it only heightened her need. Ardeth Bay caught his breath at her arousing reaction. He guided her to straddle his one thigh instead of his whole lap, and pressed up into her sex as she pressed down. He slid his hand down into the water to pleasure her clit with his finger as she rode his thigh.

“Oooooh,” she moaned at the added pleasure, throwing her head back. Her long hair dragged along the surface of the water and her nubile little breasts were thrust forward enticingly towards the dark warrior. He slid her closer to him and sucked voraciously on her little pleasure peaks while pressing his erection against her hip so that the aching head felt the friction as she rode his thigh.

“Want,” he said, the word coming out as a moan. “Want to be inside you, Tiri.” His finger slid down and just pressed within her entrance. “I want to fill you with my seed,” he breathed out.

Her orgasm took her by surprise at his sultry words. She keened in pleasure as her femininity pulsed around the tip of his finger.

“Yesss,” he said, urging her to ride out her orgasm on his finger, all the while being careful not to breach her maidenhead.

“Unnnh,” she moaned, her long orgasm reverberating through her core and tingling along all of the nerves of her body. Her face was flushed with her ecstasy. He rained kisses along her face and throat as she came back to herself.

Remembering that she was in charge, she slipped off of his thigh and laid back in the tub in the same reclining position as he and urged him to move and settle over her to cradle himself in between her thighs. “Take me,” she whispered into his ear.

He growled and pressed his heated sex against her. He cursed in Arabic. “Tiri, you have no idea how great my need is for you.” He curled her hips up in position to accept his hot and heavy manhood. He pressed the tip against her entrance. “Perhaps if I press just within…” he said raggedly, seeming to be talking to himself.

Tiri felt her entrance yielding to the thick tip of his length. “Please, Ardeth. Yesss.”

He cursed again in Arabic as her hot and silken femininity squeezed around the tip of his erection. “Oh Gods, no Tiri I can’t. I will take you.”

“I want you to,” she urged back in Arabic, feeling chills of pleasure licking at her as he thrust the tip a little more inside of her at her encouragement. So close…

With a distraught groan he suddenly pulled back, forcing himself and a small tidal wave of water to the other side of the bathtub. His flushed and needy erection bobbed against his stomach as he gasped for cleansing breaths, trying to regain his control.

Tiri gasped in surprise. “Why- why won’t you take me?” she asked in a small voice.

At the hurt look on her face he rushed back over to her, cupping her face. “When you come back, I will have you. Over and over and over again,” he said in Arabic with a promising grin. “But now is not the right time for me to take your innocence. But trust me, I will have you.”

A little confused, she nodded her head. When she came back to where? His village? Egypt?

He kissed the confused look off of her face. “You are mine,” he said, the lust back full-force. “Trust me,” he repeated.

It was wrong, but his words pleased and aroused her even further.

With a sudden burst of renewed enthusiasm, he led her out of the bathtub, dripping out of the chamber and slid her wet body back onto the bed. He slid into a straddled position on top of her, and squeezed his length, starting a pumping rhythm. The tip of his manhood was dangerously close to her breasts. “Will you allow me to mark you, Tiri?” he asked, a drawn out moan escaping his lips as he drank in the sight of her nude body beneath him while he stroked his length. “I want to spill my seed on you. I want to see you dripping in my desire.”

Oh Gods, she thought, inexplicably turned on by his baser want. Her hands went up to rub her own nipples as she took in the sight of his hard and slick body. “Yes,” she breathed out.

“Mmmm,” he moaned, the hand on his length pumping faster as he watched her touch her breasts. She squeezed her thighs together as she watched his darkly tanned hand milk pearly precum from his straining member. The liquid spilled down along the curve of the belled head and then dripped down onto her breast. She rubbed the hot pearly liquid onto her nipple, enticing him with her action. He squeezed his length, milking more drops out onto her other breast, the pressure in his loins building as he looked at her beautiful face then her slick nipples and back again. His breathing was growing harsh and his pace, frenetic.

Tiri watched the bunching and releasing of his straining muscles as he pleasured himself over her body. She stopped touching her own body and slid her hands along his tensed thighs, rubbing up to that enticing groove where his thighs met his pubic bone. At her gentle touch, he arched over her and his whole body tensed as he moaned ‘Mine!’ and spilled his hot seed along her breasts. He pumped hot, long spurts, his desire splashing on her nipples and the curves of her breasts, marking her.

His face was a complex blend of agonized ecstasy as he reached his peak. His sacred marks made him look like a hedonistic tribal God taking his pleasure. It was animalistic, beautiful and compelling all at the same time. Tiri wanted him again.

He slumped down onto her body and kissed her, saying something to her in the language she assumed was ancient Egyptian. The words were like a litany of musical notes and he said them in a reverent tone that made it sound like a prayer. She wondered what the words meant and asked him.

His breathing slowed, and he lifted his head from her shoulder with an effort. His brows scrunched together as he thought hard. He finally answered, “They are sacred words. Words to be recited to your lover.”

Tiri didn’t know how to respond to that. All she knew was what he told her left her breathless and her heart aching sweetly. She wove her hands into the hair at the nape of his neck and initiated a slow kiss, letting it build with passion as they continued to learn each other.

Tiri was finally dressed. She was back in the gown she had worn briefly the night before. She was currently sitting on the edge of Ardeth Bay’s bed while using a borrowed ivory bone comb to brush through her hair with. There was a very becoming glow to her skin and a sparkle to her eyes. She was watching the dark warrior out of the corner of her eyes as he added the finishing touches to his Medjai uniform. He effortlessly sheathed two wickedly curved scimitar blades on either side of him.

He met her gaze and smiled. “We have missed breakfast. I will go down and get us something to share up here. What would you like?”

Tiri’s good mood was brought up short. “Missed breakfast? Did they wake my family up for breakfast? Do they know that I was out all night?”

“No,” he said with a shake of his head. “It is still early. We in the Medjai start our days out very early. Your family are guests and will not have been woken. They will have food set out for them when they are ready.”

Tiri gave a sigh of relief.

Ardeth Bay gave her an amused look and lent down to kiss her lightly on the lips. “I do not think that your family would mind as much as you think they would.” With that he rose up and walked across the room to the archway leading out of his rooms. He turned when he was halfway outside of his bedroom. “And to eat? What would you like?”

She thought for a moment. “Fruit. I really like berries, like strawberries and blueberries. Oh, and bread,” she added, suddenly realizing that she was indeed very hungry. Did sex do that? she wondered. “I really like the bread here.”

He smiled in approval and with a nod of his head he exited the room.

“Thank you!” she called out, remembering her manners. But Ardeth Bay was a swift man and was already gone.

Tiri let herself drop into the pillows while she waited. She stared at the pretty cloth decorating the ceiling.

This was insane. She was insane. Perhaps that was why she couldn’t stop smiling.

She thought back to the night of her birthday and how she had seen a shooting star and had made a wish on it. She had wished to live her life on her terms, doing things that excited her – living out her own adventures as her relatives had done in their own day and age. Tiri was sure she had gotten what she had wished for.

Suddenly a flutter of wings broke her from her musings. She sat up to see a majestic hawk settled on a perch near Ardeth Bay’s desk. Its head was cocked to the side and its dark eyes seemed to be staring at her inquisitively. Tiri remembered from her family’s stories that Ardeth had had a hawk named Horus in the 1930′s. It seems he had made a hawk familiar a tradition of his.

“Well hello there,” she said softly, as not to startle the handsome feathered beast. “I hope you like strangers,” she said a little nervously. Tiri loved animals of all kinds, but because of living at school she had never had a pet of her own. Sometimes when she was out and about in London or Paris or Santa Monica alone, she would visit pet shops so she could play with puppies and kittens. She’d seen birds of prey on nature documentaries and in the zoo, but never had she seen a hawk as a pet, coming and going as it pleased. She slowly rose from the bed and walked over to stand a couple of yards away from the perch. The hawk eyed her and repositioned its talons on the bar of the perch. Tiri stopped suddenly, afraid that she might invoke an attack. It slowly settled, shaking its feathers so they fluffed out and then resettled. She smiled at her success.

She studied the bird, and it studied her. Maybe she was going mad but its sharp little eyes seemed to be staring at her knowingly. It swiftly turned its head from her, its attention directed to the Isis chest on Ardeth Bay’s desk.

Tiri took a step closer, curiously peaking inside even though she was sure the hawk had probably been startled by a gust of the blue smoke wafting out of the chest. She gasped when she saw a little octagonal shaped box inside.

Images of a forgotten dream rushed to her mind. “A key,” she murmured, clasping the octagonal box in her hands. Almost effortlessly she pressed the mechanism to make it into a star shape.

It had been a key such as this that had started Evelyn Carnahan’s adventures all of those years ago…

Suddenly the hawk flew off of the perch and down the corridor leading into Ardeth Bay’s other rooms. The motion had startled her, but her attention was soon back on the key that she held in her hands. She turned it over in her hands, studying the ancient Egyptian designs artfully embellished onto it.

In the distance she heard the violent flapping of wings and a pounding, as if the hawk was bashing itself against a wall, trapped. She quickly sprinted down the corridor, listening intently to hear where it had flown to. The noise was coming from the last archway on the right. She stepped into a large room that seemed to contain things Ardeth Bay wanted stored, like instruments and extra robes and tomes – lots and lots of tomes. It resembled a personal ancient library. The hawk was fluttering close to a stone door. Tiri almost dropped the key from her numb-less grip when she realized she was staring at an ancient Egyptian door. The same kind that was in Hamunaptra when she had woken up in that corridor. As soon as she walked up to the door the hawk stopped its wild flutterings and soared gracefully over to settle on a perch over in a cozy corner near the ancient books.

She frowned at the dark warrior’s familiar. “You just sent me on a wild goose chase didn’t you? Or, well, in this case, a wild hawk chase…” Her attention was drawn back to the door. She closed the remaining distance to it, her lashes fluttering as she looked from the key to the star-shaped engraving on the door where the key would fit perfectly. She decidedly placed the key into its rightful place. She copied the combination from her dream. There was a satisfying click and then the door swung open. As she leaned in to look into the dark space, torch after torch suddenly and magically burst into life, illuminating the space.

The cavernous space was filled with treasures far exceeding beyond her wildest imaginations. She stepped down the steep dark stone steps, pressing her hand along the stone wall to her right to keep her balance. She reached ground level. The room glittered with golden statues, ancient vases, furniture, jewelry, and paintings. She whirled around, drinking in the shimmering sights.

A wave of unease settled upon her when she realized that there was a theme in this room. Every single last object in here depicted one particular woman. Her gaze skittered to depiction after depiction of Princess Nefertiri. She tripped over a vase. She braced her hands trying to regain her balance and she almost pitched into a canvas. She shrieked when she realized that she was staring at a painting of an ancient woman who looked exactly like her!

In the painting, Princess Nefertiri was reclining on a spectacular chase lounge. Her blunt black Nubian wig was decorated with precious metal ornamentation and she was wearing a gorgeous dark blue dress that was so fine it was see-through at her breasts. The life-like detail was that of the Italian Renaissance… With a lurch to her stomach, she realized that this painting had been done post-humus by an artist who must have been directed by someone with vast knowledge on what she had looked like.

Tiri stared at the princess who had her face, backing away. She painfully bumped into a blunt edge of something. She turned and, to her horror, her sights were met with a brilliant marble sarcophagus. The serious gaze of a gold and precious stone carved relief of Princess Nefertiri seemed to be staring at Tiri from the lid of the sarcophagus. It was like seeing her own face from the grave.

She didn’t have to look to know what – or, more aptly – who, was inside there.

Ardeth Bay was keeping Princess Nefertiri’s mummy in his private quarters.

It all clicked into place. And it was far, far worse than her assumption that he had been in love with Evelyn Carnahan.

He was in love with Princess Nefertiri, and he was so attracted to Tiri because of her striking resemblance to the ancient woman.

The remark he had made about “when she came back” suddenly made sense. He was going to bring Princess Nefertiri back to life – and she was going to be his human sacrifice.

Tiri dropped the key and ran from the room, not stopping until she finally found the guest quarters where her family resided.

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