Touch of the Fire God [Scions of the Ankh 1] (Siren Publishing Classic) Read Online Free Page A

and goose bumps in their wake.
    He frowned, though it did not take from his masculine beauty whatsoever.
    “Where is my gift to you, zenj’a?" Rene’s brain scrambled, tried to answer his question, but was lost in the sensual proximity. Her fight-or-flight response was sorely lacking.
    Her necklace appeared in his hand, and his eyes burned through her as he began to clasp the necklace around her neck. Rene stood there, totally immobile. She wasn't quite sure of what to do or say.
    Everything about him screamed a dual reaction. To give him whatever he wanted, to run like hell, and get as far away from him as possible if she ever wanted normalcy in her life. His very touch ignited an interest her body had never felt before. Rene thought sarcastically that this was a fine time to discover she was a normal, healthy, sexual adult.
    Truth be told, she was wet as hell between her legs. Hot liquid began to make its way down her inner thigh.
    His nostrils flared slightly, as if he could smell how aroused she was. She would have felt ashamed if she wasn’t so turned on by this man.
    Instead, she found herself tentatively touching his pecs, letting her fingernails graze the muscles that now responded to her caress. She joined her hands with his, reveling in the feel of him.
    Never before had she been so bold in her dreams with this man. But this was her dream, and she had a right to sample anything she wanted. Rene, however, had the sneaky feeling that something was off-key. That now something was different, stronger—real. She could feel his heartbeat in sync with hers, rapidly beating.
    For a brief second, she was afraid of this virile man and wondered if she could handle him when he was full throttle.
    “Don’t be afraid. I would never hurt you,” he said softly, as if sensing her thoughts. “You have no idea what it means to know you are untouched, that the first and only man you will have will be me,” he said arrogantly.
    Her touch became a shove, and she dropped her hands from his chest, instantly pissed.
    “I don’t recall giving you that notion.” Her dark eyes grew hard with anger at his presumption, but there was no doubt. She still wanted him, and he knew it. Her anger toward him seemed to only add fuel to the fire already burning in her for this man. It was probably the reason why he threw his head back and laughed.
    “You are as willful as ever. How I have missed you.” His stormy eyes twinkled at her, the sexual hunger momentarily diminished by his humor—but not for long.
    “I don’t know you,” she barked rudely, removing herself from between the wall of muscle and the pillar of marble, not really sure which was more immovable, but glad that at least she was able to do something other than stand there at his mercy.
    “You do, zenj’a, and we will have many nights to reacquaint ourselves.” He turned, slowly tracking her movements, amused to think she believed herself capable of escaping him.
    “You are but a dream.” She squinted at him. Now that she had some distance from him, she could be a little bolder. “Dreams can be forgotten.”
    “That is true,” he agreed, casually leaning against the marble pillar while he studied her with hot sexual intent residing in his stormy eyes. “But I am no more dream than you.”
    She stilled then, his words making an impact. Did dream men always sound so rational? So truthful? So sure? She studied him; metal armbands adorned each bicep. One featured the symbol of the hawk, the other the scorpion. He wore a short, white Egyptian kilt that only enhanced the beauty of his long, muscled legs.
    Rene felt the atmosphere begin to shift, as if she was being pulled away. She felt a deep disappointment, that she cared not ponder, at being pulled away from him.
    “Who are you?” she asked, desperately trying to get a handle on this man who haunted her dreams. But the very atmosphere around her began to tear. She looked frantically around, full of fright, at the