The Pharaoh's Kiss (Reincarnation Romance Chronicles Book 3) by Dana Michelle Burnett Read Free Book Online

abandoned the city of Akhetaten.
    “I will not start my reign in the dust of my father’s failure,” Tutankhamun had said.
    How did I know that?
    I came into some other me, another version of me. I sat on the floor at the foot of the throne. I could see the carved legs of the golden lions that made up the chair all the way down to the clawed feet. I felt Tutankhamun’s hand on my hair. It was such a simple gesture, but I could feel the emotion behind it.
    A man, angry and gesturing wildly stood before us. His robes were simple, but fine, flaring out at he paced back and forth. He glared at the Tutankhamun and I with open hostility
    “You cannot change the gods of the dynasty,” he said. “The priests will not stand for it.”
    I rested my head on the Pharaoh’s leg, feeling the warmth of his body. I watched this man, knowing he was an advisor to my husband, as he had been to Akhenaten. My husband seemed to trust him as someone older and wiser, but I watched him as one would watch a snake.
    “You forget Ay,” Tutankhamun said calmly. “I am Pharaoh.”
    “Of course, my Pharaoh, but there will be unrest,” the man threatened.
    Tutankhamun stroked my cheek, his voice turning soft, “Ay, it is of no consequence to the people. It was my father that changed the gods, I am simply correcting his error.”
    “His error?”
    “Yes,” he said more forcefully. “I will hear no more of it. See that it is done.”
    “Yes, your majesty, if that is what you wish.”
    “It is,” Tutankhamun said. “Now leave us.”
    I watched Ay’s eyes fall on me, a flicker of lust in their darkness before he bowed and left us, ordering everyone near to follow him.
    Once he was gone, I crawled up into Tutankhamun’s lap. He took me into his arms and cradled me there so that I could rest my head on his shoulder.
    “I do not trust Ay,” I said, nuzzling his neck.
    “He is stubborn,” Tutankhamun said as he stroked my leg through my gown. “But he is wise. He will help us make Egypt powerful once more. Together, you and I will create a dynasty that will be known throughout the ages.”
    “Then why change the gods? If Ay thinks the change is a mistake, is it wise to go against him?”
    “I am Pharaoh,” Tutankhamun said as he kissed the base of my throat and brought his hand up to caress my breast, “I want nothing of my father’s reign to last after what he did to my mother and what he tried to do to you.”
    “But don’t you understand?” I said softly, throwing my head back as he freed one of my breasts from my gown. “None of that matters now.”
    “It does to me,” he said as he kissed my flesh. “We will make Egypt great again, you and I together and every deed of my father will be forgotten. That will be our victory over him.”
    He eased me off his lap and up into his arms. He stood, turned, and placed me down upon the throne. He knelt down before me, pushing my gown up to my hips, and pushing my legs apart.
    “Together, you and I will create the kingdom of Tutankhamun,” he said as he pulled me to the edge of the chair. “And our sons will rule for all eternity.”
    He kissed me then, running his tongue over mine. I moaned, feeling his excitement through his robes and my body responded. I wanted him. I needed him inside of me, giving me sons, and making his predictions come true.
    His hand came up to tangle in my hair and lean me back against the throne, the other sought out my moist folds. I griped the golden winged serpents that made the arms of the chair as he drew my wetness out.
    “Ankhesenamun...” He said as if whispering a prayer, “My Ankhesenamun...”
    I felt him between my legs, his manhood escaping from his robes. He was at my opening, straining to enter me, stretching me as he pushed inside.
    I arched my back as he took me, driving him deeper. Words fell from my lips with each thrust, but I was no longer aware of what they were.

Chapter Ten
     
    Suddenly, there was a loud clap and I was pulled