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  CONTENTS

  SEDUCING DAMIAN

  Dedication

  Prologue

  Chapter One

  Chapter Two

  Chapter Three

  Chapter Four

  Chapter Five

  Chapter Six

  Chapter Seven

  About the Author

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  Seducing Damian

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  ©Copyright Aliyah Burke 2008

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  SEDUCING DAMIAN

  Aliyah Burke

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  Dedication

  To my readers. Thanks for believing in me.

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  Prologue

  "What possible reason could you have for meddling in the affairs of mortals, Daughter?"

  "I am not meddling, Father. I am observing,” the female declared with an airy wave of one hand.

  "Humph. You are thinking about meddling. Why? What they do is of no concern to us.” The response was full of scorn.

  That captured the woman's awareness and she tore her eyes from the familiar view that had, as of late, imprisoned her attention. She stared at the male beside her, who stood tall and proud with strong arms crossed. His shoulder was occupied by his ever-present companion, a falcon. Her eyes narrowed as one full, lush lip lifted in a silent warning snarl.

  "How come when you are down there ... fornicating, it's okay? But the moment I watch them, they are classified to be ‘of no concern to us'?"

  One jet black eyebrow rose as he tossed his head, his thick hair flowing about him. The male rolled his massive shoulders; his bird rode the movement with calm ease before looking down at her with its intelligent gaze. Seconds later, the one she called Father put his eyes on her.

  Looking down at his child, the male took stock of what he saw. She stood haughty and confident, like the warrior she was. When the Amazon women had been discovered, men marvelled at them, but he knew his daughter put all of them to shame. Her skin was the colour of dark, rich maple sugar with a hint of sandalwood in it. Onyx black hair fell in waves down to her shoulders. She wore leather; black pants and a scarlet red vest that barely contained her full breasts. On many the outfit would be sluttish, but on her it was elegant and tantalising.

  At her side was a pair of lionesses with whom she was never without. One golden and one solid black, both completely at ease lying on the floor. Waiting with utmost patience for their mistress to decide it was time to move on.

  A muscle seized in his jaw, as it did whenever anyone questioned his authority. “What I do is not anyone's business except my own,” he admonished.

  "The same can be said of me, Father,” she retorted. “I am perfectly capable of tending my own affairs."

  Grumbling about the lack of respect he was getting, he nodded. “Right you are. Now, answer me this. Are you planning on interfering down there?"

  One shoulder lifted with a laconic motion. “Perhaps. I grow weary up here. I long for something different, something new."

  His eyes locked onto the goddess beside him. “Don't think I don't see the man you keep watching. Out of all the types to pick, why his kind? Why not a warrior, or someone strong?"

  "He intrigues me,” she answered as her eyes softened momentarily. He knew she meant each word she uttered.

  "Of course he would,” her father muttered. “And what will you do down there?"

  "I haven't said I was going yet."

  "And if I refuse this request?"

  A short bark of humourless laughter escaped her. “That is a moot point, for you won't. And it wasn't a request.” Her eyes met his and challenged his very being.

  "Don't think you can push me around, Daughter,” the male cautioned.

  "That warning goes both ways, Father.” The edge in her tone brought up both lionesses’ heads and they stared at the one with the bird almost as if reaise they would both make an extremely nice meal. A half-smile crossed the goddess’ face and she waved her companions up and they left the Pool of View.

  He sighed, knowing she had the right of it. “Tell me before you go.” That was all he said before he disappeared from the Pool of View. What good was it being the King of Gods if your own child wouldn't respect you?

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  Chapter One

  That feeling was back ... again. Barely containing the shiver—although not entirely unpleasant—that coursed through his body and made him weak in the knees, the man cleared his throat and swallowed before continuing with his lecture.

  "Are you okay, Professor?” a student asked from the front row.

  The man nodded his dark head and flashed the students in his class one of his winning smiles. The women longed to have that smile mean more than it ever would. His classes were always full. Both men and women wanted to take his class. He taught with vigour most people didn't see anymore. He taught about ancient Egypt. Although, truth be told, Egyptian mythology was his true passion.

  "I'm fine, thank you.” His voice was deep and soothing; the sort of voice that could offer comfort or bring immense pleasure, depending on how he wanted it to be heard. Blinking, he put his eyes back on his class. “Now, where was I?"

  "Just about to tell us about the Valley of the Kings,” the same student spoke.

  He grinned and responded, “So I was. Okay.” He swept his gaze across the smaller group study he was doing today. There were only about fifty in this class. Damn, Damian, you have got it made. Then he continued with his
lecture. In spite of everything, his love of teaching and his love of the very subject, Damian Memphis Keith still felt that unknown presence.

  As the students were filing out of the lecture hall, Damian began to tuck his own papers in his satchel. A warm breeze blew over him, causing him to look up in suspicion. On the air, the faint scent of lotus blossom lingered, tantalising his nose like no smell ever had, at least not while he was awake. The hair on his body seemed to stand on end as if filled with an electrical current.

  What the hell? Damian shook his head and tried to focus on what he was doing. Instead his gaze was drawn to the far corner of the room. He could barely make out the image of a woman bathed in the sunlight from the large windows. At her side were two lionesses, at least he thought they were, for they were also hard to discern.

  Dropping his papers, Damian rubbed his eyes because he knew there was no way what he was seeing was real. For one, he didn't know anyone who carried themselves with such presence. And two, he positively didn't know anyone who had big cats as pets.

  "Professor?” A voice shattered through his haze.

  Inhaling deeply, Damian opened his eyes to see Kathryn Harrison standing before him. She was one of his best students. The only downfall ... she wanted much more than a professor-student relationship.

  "Yes, Ms. Harrison? Something I can do for you?” Damian shoved the rest of his papers away.

  "I was just checking to make sure you were okay,” she admitted. “You looked a bit dizzy earlier and just now you were staring off into the corner at something only you could see."

  Risking another glance to the corner, all he saw was the sunlight filtering in the window. No woman, no cats, nothing. He frowned briefly before he turned his attention back to the woman before him. “I'm okay. Thanks for the concern. I guess I am coming down with something."

  Damian picked up his briefcase and tossed his leather jacket over his arm. “I will see you tomorrow, Ms. Harrison. Again, thanks for the concern.” Long strides took him up the steps in the lecture hall and through the door.

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  "Touch me,” she commanded. The voice was sultry and hypnotic. “Touch me, Damian."

  If he had half a mind to think of refusing that would have fled under the compulsion he heard in her tone. “Yes,” he murmured and reached through the dark.

  Skin softer than velvet lay beneath his hand. He groaned in pleasure. Sliding across the silk sheets, Damian pressed the length of his body against the one beside him as his fingers sank into the wet folds at the juncture of her thighs. His other hand delved into the thick hair that fell about her head.

  The scent of her sweat and arousal filled his nose and the room. Combined with the smell of his sweat, it added to his increasing pleasure. “Why can't I ever see you?” he asked as his grip on her body turned possessive in the lightless room.

  A smooth hand reached around his head, teased the hair at the base of his neck, her touch driving him crazy. She tugged his lips to her full ones, her tongue slipping into his mouth to mingle with his. “Why do you want to see me?” Her other hand ran over the expanse of his muscled back.

  "Why wouldn't I? You are beautiful.” He nuzzled her neck and traced his tongue along the beating pulse of her throat. The woman beside him remained mute and he felt her supple form shift, her strong thigh pressing against him as her other leg moved up across his hip, an act that brought his throbbing dick closer to her heated core.

  Damian couldn't wait another second and climbed on top of her, groaning as her fingers closed around his rampant cock and guided it into her wet heat. Immediately her muscles closed about him, cradling him, loving him, embracing him as a lover would. Biting back his groan, Damian allowed his eyes to close as he began to move within her.

  In the dark of the room, he learned her body by smell and taste. Her taste was unique, exotic and something he couldn't place. He laved along her collarbone, alternating with sharp bites of his teeth, only to lick the sting away. Her fingers dug into his back as he continued to pleasure her.

  It didn't take Damian long to reach the peak of his pleasure. As her muscles tightened around him, he knew she was near her release as well. His speed and depth increased with each pounding thrust. One final plunge and he erupted within her body, coating her womb with his semen as his yell filled the room.

  Exhausted, both emotionally and physically, Damian was careful as he withdrew from her body and spooned them together. His lips touched her temple as he kissed her tenderly. “Don't leave me this time,” he muttered as he sank into the plush mattress beside her, holding her as tightly as he could without hurting her.

  Beep. Beep. Beep.

  His fingers slammed on the alarm, shutting off the intrusive sound. “Damn it,” he swore as he opened his eyes. Alone. It had been nothing but a dream. Rolling into a damp spot on his bed, he realised it'd apparently been a very vivid dream. “What the hell is going on with me?"

  Swinging his feet over to the floor, Damian ran a hand over his stubble-covered face before he stumbled, exhausted, into the shower. Many more nights like this and he was going to be absolutely useless.

  For the past two months, the dreams had been becoming more frequent and intense, making it hard for him to remember it was just a dream, and not real. This mysterious woman had become an obsession to him. He had no idea what she looked like, who she was or anything like that. All he knew was her smell, touch and voice. That alone was enough to turn him into a randy college student as opposed to the mature thirty-eight year old professor of the small yet respected college. As he stood under the spray of his showerhead, he wondered if maybe he was losing his grip on reality.

  "Maybe all I need to do is go out and get laid,” he spoke to the emptiness of his shower. Either way, he was doing way too many loads of laundry to keep his sheets clean. Still, the memory of his dream filled him and began to lengthen his cock. Without hesitation, he soaped his hand and began stroking himself. Longing for her touch, he allowed his mind to create the feel he had experienced with her. His hand moved faster and faster until he spurted his come all over the shower wall.

  Damian scrubbed his body until he was content there was no lingering sign of sex on him. Climbing out, he wrapped a towel around his waist and used another to dry his thick, black hair. He stripped his bed and remade it quickly. Well, I am learning how to make a bed in seconds, that's for sure.

  Moving through his apartment, Damian looked over the artefacts he had collected over the years. As his gaze touched each one, he noticed that a few of them seemed to be in better condition than he recalled.

  Draping the extra towel over one shoulder, he moved towards the statue that currently held his attention. Picking it up carefully, he knew something was different. When he had acquired the small sculpture, it had been missing the left hand and the Ankh—or Egyptian cross as it was also known, which had a loop at the top—it was rumoured to hold. The one he held now was complete. There was an Ankh in the left hand and the chipped-off black varnish that had covered the wood was refurbished and shone with an illustriousness that amazed him.

  Sekhmet was complete.

  Setting the figurine of the goddess down, Damian backed away with a mixture of disbelief and extreme hope it wasn't just his imagination and returned to his room to dress. “I'm seeing things. I know that now, because there is no way a statue from around 2600 BC could restore itself."

  Rushing, Damian got ready for his day and left his apartment without looking at the statue again. He climbed into his Jeep Wrangler and drove off to work.

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  "I'm going, Father,” she declared.

  Sighing, he turned his dark head to look at his child. While he had many children, this one was special to him. One of his favourites, perhaps the favourite. His own protector.

  Sitting on his throne accompanied by his falcon, he nodded. “Very well. I would ask but one thing of you before you go."

  Golden eyes narrowed suspiciously. “And tha
t would be?"

  "Allow me to mark your shoulder so you don't forget.” The black eyes were straightforward as they held hers.

  Without hesitation, she nodded. “Agreed."

  While he knew she was not going to let him stop her from going, he was aware she was immensely fond of him. They were close, considering how many siblings, and half-siblings, she had. There were times it seemed only she understood him.

  He rose and moved towards her. Halting in front of her, he reached out and touched her left shoulder with his hand. The entire hand resting against her smooth, dark skin. A flare of blinding light exploded from beneath his palm and when it had faded, he removed his hand.

  His gaze moved over the mark on her shoulder. “Very well, it is done."

  Eyes which had long been known to spew fire were gentle as they looked upon him “I will return. Especially if you have need of me.” Her words were soft but sincere.

  "I know. Just as I know I will be checking in with you. I am sending along a falcon with you.” An elegant flourish of his strong hand and another bird had appeared, this one landing on her own shoulder, the left one.

  "As you command.” She accepted his decision with a nod. Looking down at her clothes, she shrugged and waved her hand. Leathers vanished and she was redressed in blue jeans and a red three-quarter sleeve tee with black hiking boots on her feet. The thick black hair she possessed was captured into a high ponytail.

  "Goodbye, Daughter. Until we meet again,” he said.

  Smiling, the goddess inclined her head in a rare show of respect for the King of the Gods. A minuscule gesture brought her two lionesses to heel and she walked away with the falcon on her shoulder. Before they reached the wall, they disappeared, leaving the throne room empty except for Ra and his companion.

  Walking back to his throne, he took his seat and glanced up at his falcon. “Things are sure going to be different without her around.” Ra wondered exactly what was going to happen with his child, Sekhmet, back on Earth. Especially considering the last time she'd been there all of mankind had very nearly been wiped out of existence, courtesy of her vengeful nature.