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need tonight ,
Devon thought in amusement as he watched his friend. Malik was a Chosen of the
Nubian War God, Apedemak, and he
was the Captain of the Nubian Temple Guard like Devon was Captain of the
Egyptian Temple Guard. They had been friends for over twenty years and were
like brothers. “I know,” Devon murmured in a cold voice and tried to push back
the dull pain created by Malik's words.
    Malik glanced back at him with an apologetic twist to his
lips. “Sorry, Devon. I didn't mean—”
    “It's okay.” Devon glanced at him. “My mother knew the price
she would pay when she married my mortal father.” Even though his mother, a
Chosen of Isis, was thirty years older than his father, she looked like a woman
in her prime while his father's fragile mortal body was showing the wear and
tear of his ninety-two years.
    Watching her suffer through his father's slow slide into
death had made Devon determined to take another Chosen as his mate. Too bad
only about two percent of the world's population had what it took to be a
Chosen, and of that two percent, only a fraction were actually picked by a god
or goddess as their personal hand on Earth. Oh, and he couldn’t be with another
war diety Chosen. That relationship would be doomed from the start, two people
determined to win. No, he needed someone belonging to a softer, gentler god or
goddess. And, he had to like them. He really didn’t like many people. That cut
down his odds of finding a Chosen who could soothe his need to dominate and
crave his rough brand of pleasure down to one-in-a-million odds.
    “Do you want to share her?” Devon asked in a voice too low
for the human to hear. She stopped three paces before them and knelt. Thighs
spread, head held high with her eyes lowered to the ground, she knew what she
was doing. Devon felt a slight twinge of disappointment. While he enjoyed the
pleasures of a well-trained slave, he preferred to do the training himself.
There was nothing like helping a woman discover the overwhelming satisfaction
of true submission for the first time.
    Standing with a long stretch, Malik grinned at Devon. “No,
you and I are both too close to the edge. Our territorial instincts would get
triggered, and we'd end up fighting and getting kicked out of the club.”
Unhooking the flogger from his belt, he twirled it in the air. “I'm going to
see what lovelies are offering themselves on the lower level. I’m in the mood
for a pain slut tonight.”
    The noise of the club faded into the background as Devon
slowly rose into the hyper-reality of his Top space. Every nuance, every detail
of the lovely sub before him became magnified. His world focused on the woman
before him and how far he could push her for their mutual pleasure.
    “Come,” he said and watched the beat of her pulse increase
beneath the pale skin of her neck.
    She crawled toward him and looked up for permission with her
lips hovering over his black motorcycle boot. Judging her need and desires, he
nodded and felt the flow of energy from her as she kissed his boot. Though the
soft press of her lips should not have registered through the heavy leather, in
his magically heightened state, he could feel the warm press of her human aura
against him. The favor of her god added a little extra zing to her energy but
nothing like the psychic punch of another Chosen. What he wouldn’t give to feel
that connection just once. He’d heard that when two Chosen had sex their auras
merged, and it was amazing.
    Closing his eyes, he forced his wandering mind to focus only
on the woman before him. She deserved his total attention, and he needed her
total submission. When she pulled away, a trail of her tangerine aura trailed
from her lips to his boot.
    As his attention narrowed, he scanned the club one more time
out of habit. With his focus narrowed entirely on the woman kneeling before him
the building could blow up, and it wouldn't have broken his concentration. It
was a dangerous state for both