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My robes slip from my shoulders as I feel energy working its way into me. She ripples out, features shifting and eyes flashing as I dance. Low purring sounds rumble out when I see the others have disrobed and we’re all dancing sky clad now.

The circle comes to life with an electrical energy that I’ve never felt before.

Something ancient and powerful descends upon me. I feel Her reaching out, calling to Her mate with a primal howl. The howl increases in volume as Sari joins, followed by three loud wails as the Goddesses wait for their Gods.

The Beast And Bast Best The Cat

DELILAH

My senses are alive with the scents and tastes in the air.

As my limbs stretch towards the sky, my body undulates to the tune in my head. She is participating in this ceremony because she loves being primitive and uninhibited. The mating aspect is appealing—fight, flight, or fucking.

She’s always game for that.

Unfortunately, I didn’t consider how she might feel about another being inhabiting our body, even for a short time. She couldn’t exist without me, but she’s not me. I might be okay with the Dark Lady taking over for a bit, but who knows what’s going to happen if the beast’s not keen on it?

I officially suck at planning ahead.

Familiar scents enter our space and I assume the others’ mates have arrived, yet mine still has not. A momentary flash of irritation at Rafe’s lackadaisical attitude crosses my mind when an electric shock hits me. A gust of intense energy fills my body and my Goddess invades, filling me with a power so great that even she has to respect it.

The presence of another spirit gives her pause, but Bast embraces her. Their mutual passion, lust, and fierceness bondsthem instantly. Together, they reach out, roaring the call for our God to mate with us. Embodied with the goddess of fertility and vengeance, my Beast feeds off the sexual energy floating in the air. It creates a savage hunger deep inside, and a wicked smile curves our lips.

When our mate arrives, we’re going to rip into him like never before.

I chuckle at the thought, stopping as recognition prickles along my spine. “He’s almost here,” I whisper, my voice deep and husky with the Goddess’ influence.

A pair of arms encircle my waist and I snarl in happiness. “My Horus,” I purr, slithering around to face him. My eyes pop open in shock when I see a face that I did not expect.

Inside, the Goddess and the beast laugh darkly, as if they’ve known all along that this is who would show up.

His lips are curled into a wicked smirk as he looks down at me, his demon visage firmly in place. Golden eyes devour my naked form greedily. My arms curl around his neck of their own volition and I realize I’m along for the ride.

The Goddess and the beast are in full control and they are satisfied with the naked male I’m writhing against. The faint sound of a hawk rings in my ears as he hauls me against him, his snarl renting the air as the God slips into him. I sense the demon inside him struggling, and reach inside to touch his heart. The gesture reassures his primal sides so Horus can slip into him as Bast fills me.

“Minx,” he growls darkly, his hands sliding over my back and leaving trails of sparkling power lingering on my skin.

“My fiend,” I tease gently. My fully unsheathed claws scratch down his chest and he growls again. Emerald eyes roam his form, lighting with wicked glee as they note that he’s already naked. “Afraid I’ll mess the clothes, baby?”

“Bloody right,” he replies, gripping my ass tightly. “I can’t have you tearing up my silk to get your hot little hands on my hard body.”

My mouth is crushed to his, conversation finished as his body presses against mine temptingly. Running my hands down his chest, I stop at the feathery peacock, stroking and scratching it. The bird’s eyes blink at me like the little bugger’s going to nip at me like he had in the cage. I trail a finger down to where the tail has a gap for my missing feather as he makes rumbling noises in his chest. Smirking, I slide my fingers over more of the bird, magick arcing between us like tiny zephyrs as I move over his abs, sliding downward with intent.

I love his body and this is absolutely divine.

She growls impatiently and he yanks me up, tugging me forward to plunder my mouth roughly. Snarling, he pulls both of my legs around his waist, his fingers digging into my ass cheeks as our tongues thrust and parry. They scrape against our fangs, and we savor the taste of blood welling forth into the kiss. When I pull away, both of our lips are splashed with bright red, and the heady flavor fills my taste buds making Bast and the Beast greedy for more.

“My God? It is time,” I whisper, my voice dark as the charge of the Egyptian deity electrifies our embrace. I reach out to touch the God settled in him and beckon him forth.

His voice is a roaring rumble when he replies, “As you wish, my Goddess.”

The gentleness he uses in lowering us to the ground is in direct contrast to the tension I can feel bunched in his muscles. My back hits the ground, and he prowls over me, his golden eyes roaming my skin as he nibbles the matching feather. The tickling sensation of the feather under his breath makes me writhe and I rake my claws down his back, digging them in hard. His snarlcuts through the pounding bass in my head and he sinks his fangs into the eye of the feather, right over my heart.

Licking the drops as they flow downward, he trails over my torso, nibbling and nipping at each rib. His hands slide up over my breasts and I grab one, sucking on his fingers. He rims my belly button with his tongue, causing the skin to jump and quiver. Teeth sink in below my navel and I scrape a fang over the pad of his finger, sucking on the tiny bubble that wells forth.

The dance is going to kill us; I’m certain of that.

“Baby,” he growls in warning, running his tongue along the juncture of my leg and pelvis. His hands wrench free to hold my hips. Hot breath raises goose pimples on my skin as I bury my fingers in his short locks to hold on. His voice rings in my head, whispering in my mind as he always does when we’re intimate.

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