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But not before he’d practically climbed on Chrys’ back while she was still in a crouch on the floor.

“Hold it right there. One more and she joins the others.”

All eyes, except the ones of the unconscious rogues, focused on the glint of the wicked blade pressed just underneath Chrys’ jaw.

“Hold on now, brother,” Adel called softly. “It’s us. We are all here.”

Eden’s wild-eyed glare raked over his brothers.

“Why are you here, Adel?”

“We have come to help you.”

“Really? It seems more as if you were helping him.” Eden motioned his head toward Rahn, who managed to take a couple of steps his way while he’d been focused on his siblings. Just another step or two and Rahn could take him. Had to.

As if he’d read Rahn’s thoughts, he pulled Chrys tighter against his body and pressed the blade closer. Close enough to cause an almost imperceptible thin line of blood, almost as fine as a cat’s scratch, to appear.

Oh god, what could he do? What should he do? One wrong move and his woman would die before his eyes. Before he’d had a chance to say and do all the things he’d missed out on for the years they’d been parted.

No, this was simply unacceptable.

His fists flexed and his heart drummed in his ears. He’d pounded one of the rogues into a pulp in no time flat. He’d just have to find a way to do the same to Eden. With Mahpiya’s strength, he just might make it.

Shit. The odds simply weren’t good enough.

‘Mahpiya, I need your wisdom.’

*
Your mate has a plan
.*

‘Share it with me.’ In a flash, the details streaming through Chrys’ mind moved from her to Adonei to Mahpiya to Rahn. Rahn felt the color drain from his face.

‘No. Tell her no fucking way is she to try…’

Then Chrys moved, infused with Adonei’s essence.

One hand grabbed Eden’s wrist so fast and hard that the knife clattered to the stone floor. Before anyone could get within two strides of Chrys, she had the man knocked out, subdued facedown on the floor with her knee jammed into the back of his neck.

And she was shaking like a leaf.

He went to her then, gathered her up in his arms and held her tight. He felt the exact moment when shock and reality of what could have happened gripped her. With her face buried in his shirt, he spoke in hushed tones.

“Take deep, steady breaths, baby. It’s all right. It’s over now.”

“Rahn, he tried to take you away. And he, he killed all those women…”

“I know, love. But you stopped him. Stopped him cold.”

Her teeth were chattering now as the adrenaline crash let her down hard. Adonei and Mahpiya both retreated slowly, careful not to jar either of their charges.

God, he would never let her out of his sight again. Not even to take a pee. If he had his way, he’d just keep her chained to the bed with his head buried between her legs. He’d make her come so hard she couldn’t walk or talk, let alone leave by herself on a mission.

Shit, he’d never been so scared. Twice in his career he’d faced certain death, and he’d rather face it again than see Chrys in the hands of a criminal.

Adel bounced him out of his current train of thought.

“Quickly, go now. We will take care of cleaning up. You must clear the area before the police arrive. You cannot be found here.”

Rahn reached out and clasped hands with each man, from the eldest to the youngest. “I understand. Thank you for your help tonight. We are in your debt. We couldn’t have done this without you.”

“I’m not sure about that, friend,” Adel said with a grin. “You and your woman move like nothing I have ever seen. Perhaps when we meet again, you will teach me this, yes?”

With a smile and a slight bow, Rahn bundled up a shivering Chrys and disappeared into the darkness.

Epilogue

Now this was heaven.

No phones. No laptops. No work. Just Chrys moaning her pleasure around his cock as she flexed her jaw muscles while her mouth surrounded him.

Back arched into the moment, Rahn briefly—very briefly—thought on the events of the past three weeks.

After taking Eden down, Chrys had given all the details of the man’s bizarre killing spree to Rahn’s family and Eden’s brothers. Before the Egyptian secret police arrived in the City of the Dead, Chrys had been spirited away—wouldn’t do for an American agent to be caught “working” in Egypt without permission. Rahn and his Aunt Suman looked on with respect as Eden’s brothers turned him over to the police. To tie up any loose ends, Eden’s oldest brother walked into a holding cell and got the man to repeat, with chilling detail, every murder he’d committed. Some they hadn’t even known about. And with diplomats present from several of the countries where the crimes were committed, including Portugal, Spain, France, Italy and Greece, Eden hadn’t had a chance of fighting extradition. In the end, they’d all agreed he was beyond rehabilitation. Eden Pall was currently enjoying a full range of sedatives and anti-hallucinogenics in an undisclosed location.

And Rahn lay on a towel in the solarium on the top floor of his, now 
their
, London flat. The sun warmed every inch of his gloriously naked body, with the exception of the parts the future Mrs. Chrys’ torso cast shadows over. And those parts were warmed by her talented tongue and deep throat.

Damn, but the woman knew how to suck a cock. Went down on him like she’d never get enough. The perfect O of her lips encircled the tip the same way they did one of her favorite flavored cigars. And the woman knew her way around a good cigar.

Her tongue flicked over, teased and licked his lollypop before covering him completely. Over and over again, she sucked and laved until his balls practically crawled up his back.

“Damn, Chrys. God, that feels so good. Yeah, suck it, baby.”

Her hums and moans became frantic, sending a wicked vibration through his cock and sac. Rahn loved the way she got all hot and bothered from giving him head. He knew if he reached down and stroked her pussy, she’d be soaked and ready for him.

A strong hand slid over the ridges of his abs and up to tweak a stiff male nipple. The other followed her talented mouth up and down his stiff length. The woman’s whole body was into what she was doing, hips wriggling, back arched. She mumbled around him, her breath both cooling and warming his throbbing length.

“Mmm, you taste so good,” she panted. “All male and musky and…mine.”

Between wet swirls of her tongue and equally wet draws on his flesh, the words spilled out and sent his heat level soaring.

“I’m so hot right now.” Suck. “My pussy is aching.” Slurp. “Oh god, I need it.”

How he loved it when she talked dirty. He loved it even more when she followed through. Chrys crawled up his body. The next instant, Rahn gasped with pleasure, balls-deep inside scalding-hot, wet, willing woman. And she rode him until the cream of her cunt frothed around the base of his rod.

“Oh yeah, Chrys. Give me that pussy, baby. Fuck me.”

“Yes. Rahn. Mmmm…” Each word rose in volume and intensity until she yelled her pleasure. He shattered into a million pieces as her juicy sex rippled and gripped, pulling his own orgasm from the base of his cock.

Holding her tight to his chest, Rahn kissed the wild riot of curls on top of her head. The Great Spirit had truly blessed him.

He had two African lions, strong and regal, for spirit guides. A job he loved. And the most special woman on earth, his equal professionally, spiritually and definitely in the bedroom. And he loved her to the depths of his soul. More than he could have ever imagined loving another human being.

And he’d found her in the most unlikely of places.

On an Egyptian voyage.

Born into a musically eclectic family, TJ’s first love is music. She sings, even outside of the shower. She also loves to read. You’ll find her with her head buried in a book every day of the week, whether it’s her own creation or something snagged at the bookstore.

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By TJ Michaels

Michael had never before seen Melaniece’s mouth fall open as her skin went pale. It would have been comical if it hadn’t been so important for her to be happy to see him. He strode into the living room in his socks. Though his steps were deliberately slow and easy, he was so eager to wrap the woman in his arms that it still felt like he was practically running.

“Michael? What the hell are you doing here?” Melaniece gasped, still sprawled on the floor in front of the fireplace. Damn she looked sexy. It was just like he’d imagined in his dreams—her lying in front of the fireplace waiting for him to ravish her lush, beautiful body.

Suddenly she sprang up from the floor with a wild-eyed expression like she’d been caught with her hand in the cookie jar. And she didn’t look happy to be caught, at least not by him. But that was just too bad. He’d come all this way only for her, and he’d be damned if he wasn’t going to have her.

“Hi, Mel,” he deliberately crooned, knowing how much she loved his “deep” voice. “Aren’t you glad to see me, babe?” he asked stretching out his arms to her. Arms that had become well acquainted with holding her during her last trip home. And there was nothing like cuddling with Melaniece Matthews. But this time, there was no need to leave it at cuddling. No need for her to assure him he was more than ordinary in spite of his crumbled marriage. Self-confidence restored, he was all man standing in her house with outstretched arms. Hell, screw a cuddle, she looked so deliciously surprised standing there in her skintight tee and comfy sweats, her hair all over her head, nervously nibbling on her bottom lip. He wanted to strip her bare with a smile, right here, right now.

Her tongue seemed stuck to the roof of her mouth. But Michael, being his old self once again, didn’t wait for her to acclimate. Instead he pulled her into his arms and wrapped them around her until his nostrils were full of the scent of delicious, mouthwatering woman. And it was absolutely decadent.

“Mmmm, it feels so good to hold you again, Mel. Merry Christmas, beautiful.”

By TJ Michaels

Chapter One

The big male swatted at the female’s head but missed. She’d eluded his huge paw, jumped to the side of the unconscious human lying face down on the ground, his blood mingling with the wet grass. The female crouched again, ready to spring and prepared to fight for the human. He didn’t doubt he could take her, but the set of her powerful shoulders and the gleam of the moonlight off her bared canines made him think twice. He’d seen this particular female before, often out in the jungle. None of the other males ever approached her. Perhaps she was a formidable foe?

But he wasn’t just another male. He was a prime of his species, a jaguar, a fully grown
panthera onca
who always got what he wanted. He decided he wanted her.

She thought he was after the body she guarded. Good, let her. He would back off for now, taking the opportunity she’d unknowingly given him to watch her closely and see just what kind of female he was dealing with. But he had no doubt that in the end, she would find herself underneath him while he thrust with powerful strokes into her body. Oh yes, she would yield. He would see to it. And perhaps afterward, he would keep her.

* * * * *

Uhhnnn, owww
. Aaron was sure someone had split his head open and used a metal baseball bat to work sand into the wound. And those voices! God, why wouldn’t they just shut up? The buzz overlaying the words of whoever needed to shut up drilled through his brain.

Each breath sucked into his lungs felt shallow, as if he couldn’t drag in enough air, and every breath out left behind a tight burning sensation. Why couldn’t he take a deep breath and hold it? Pain this intense could only mean one thing—he was dying.

The voices were louder now. Damn it. Ready to glare at the people talking when his head pounded like a drum at a rock concert, he was somewhat surprised at the gritty feel behind his lids as he forced them open. He blinked then blinked again, but the blurry images wouldn’t clear. They just moved back and forth in the dimly lit room. The sound of a million cawing birds filled his ears, and the sweet scent of wet grass floated on a cooling breeze across his skin. His
bare
skin. Did they have bare skin in the hereafter?

He blinked a few more times, wincing as the side of his head exploded with a new round of pain. And who was the bearded old man leaning close to his face? He wanted to lift his hand to smack the man and tell him to back up a bit. The garlic on his breath made Aaron’s stomach lurch but the pounding in his head was so fierce, just the thought of blowing chunks made him grit his teeth to hold back the bile while the vein in his forehead threatened to burst. The old man was speaking. What? Sounded something like mud, or blood, or…he just couldn’t make it out, his thoughts were too scrambled. Oblivion had been pretty sweet compared to this. Perhaps he could slip back into it?