Chapter 4
Chloe Landry
Sebastian St Vincent. What a name!
I have so many questions, but I get the vibe that now isn’t the time for them. Especially with the determined scowl on his face that’s been present since the bracelet fell off and the whole collapsing tunnel.
I bite my lip, but carry on when his warm hand loops through mine. He brings my hand to his lips to kiss, and I melt some more. If he keeps this up, I’ll be a puddle by the time we leave.
“Isn’t the exit that way?”
Sebastian looks down an intersecting corridor and turns. “No. This way, we have to hurry,” he says.
I wince as a throbbing pain register in my skull, heralding the headache currently forming behind my eyes with each step towards wherever my new mate is taking us.
The walls are getting narrower, crowding us in the further we venture, and the torches are fewer and farther between, creating more shadows than I would like.
I cling to Sebastian, wrapping my arms around his forearm while we hold hands, and I enjoy the way his biceps bulge as we walk.
I don’t want to go any amount of time without touching him, thankful I’ve finally found him.
I can’t help but smile like an idiot with the obvious knowledge that there’s lots of affection in my future, and I’m not mad about it at all.
He squeezes me to his side and offers me a reassuring smile, even when his feet quicken. “We’re almost there.”
My brow furrows when Sebastian comes to a stop in front of a large stone wall. Even though I can’t cast magic, I can feel it seeping from beyond the wall —dark, omnipotent, powerful, and unlike anything I’ve ever felt.
Fear and trepidation roil in my stomach when he tugs his hand free of mine and places it on the smooth stone.
“What’s in there?” I ask, because why would he want to go in there?
Blue ring markings light up across not only the walls, but his skin too, making his hands glow the same color as the cuff that was on my arm. My jaw drops, and the stone slides open from his touch like a trap door.
How? I could’ve sworn he was human.
“Come on, we’ve got to hurry,” he says, rushing inside.
I step into an antechamber and glance around at the huge ceilings in awe. Large pillars are dotted throughout the massive room. Sconces, like those in the tunnel, light up across the walls, and my brow furrows at how the glow shimmers on the pillars around the room.
Curious, I make my way to one and reach out to touch it.
“It's gold,” I whisper, reaching out to touch the cold, smooth metal, admiring the runes and hieroglyphs covering the pillar.
Magic, heavy and dense, stretches around us, making my stomach flip over with dread at just how much of it there is.
It’s also a witch’s wet dream. I can feel the ancient magic in the chamber, and the unearthed knowledge could unlock so many spells.
My whole family would kill for a chance to step inside here.
“I do need you to stay with me,” he calls out, his voice echoing.
I head towards him, my stomach dipping with uneasiness as I make my way around one large pillar and spot Sebastian near a large throne in the center of the room.
My gaze widens. The throne is gold too, and all around the edges of the large chair are glowing blue runes in different shapes that seem to shine brighter the closer we get. Only then do I notice the individual sitting on the throne, his mummified hands atop the armrests.
“What the bloody hell is he?” I ask, unable to look away from the mummy man.
“Chloe, I need you to trust me now, alright?” he says, his hands wrapping around my shoulders and squeezing.
I blink, and suddenly, my overworked brain puts things together. I point one finger towards the throne, and the mummy on it. “Was he a pharaoh?”
Sebastian’s expression grows grim, and he holds one of my hands. “Sort of. Now pay attention, please, my darling. I need you to put the bracelet on his arm. Can you do that for me?”
He holds the bracelet out to me, and somehow, it’s now easily bigger than my calf.
I shake my head and snatch my hand away, not wanting that thing anywhere near me. “I don’t want to touch it.”
“It won’t hurt you again, I promise. It never should have done so to begin with, but I needed your help.” Sebastian says, rubbing my arms in soothing motions as I hold the bracelet away from me.
I shake my head again, this time to clear it. The magic emanating from the pharaoh is thick and potent, making it hard to form a cohesive thought as Sebastian pushes the bracelet into my hands.
I nod dumbly and turn towards the throne. Gingerly holding the golden link away from me and pinching it with my thumb and forefinger, I tip toe my way towards the bandaged mummy.
The bracelet seems to buzz and electrify, and I hurry up the gilded steps, not wanting to touch it more than necessary.
A low moan breaks from my lips as a strong pulse of magic crashes through me like waves on a tide.
Whatever the mummy is, his magic is overwhelming in its intensity the closer I get, making me somewhat dizzy.
“He’s your mate,” Sebastian says.
“He’s my mate too?” I shriek.
“I know this is a lot to take in,” he says, wincing nervously. “I can explain as soon as we’re free of this place, but right now I just need you to put the bracelet on him.”
My heart and tummy flutter. I can sense Sebastian is scared for him, of maybe losing him, and I melt because I get it. I would have done the same thing. It’s not unknown for a witch to have more than one mate, although this is super rare.
“This is insane. Okay, okay, it’s on,” I mutter, staring down at the bandage-wrapped dude, shaking and trembling from the force of the magic still emanating from him.
“Good. Now just give me a moment, and no matter what you hear, Chloe. It may seem crazy, just bear with me,” he states, bending down in front of the throne.
Don’t look?
My brow furrows as I try and fail to figure out what we’re doing here in a mummy’s throne room, and why we couldn’t just leave through the door I came in through.
Sebastian lets out a curse, and my curiosity gets the better of me. Holding the bracelet firmly to the mummy’s arm so it doesn’t fall, I peer over the dead guy, trying to see what Sebastian is doing. My jaw drops to the floor.
On the throne dais, the mummy sits… getting his wrapped dick sucked by Sebastian.
My new mate has a mummy's mummified penis in his mouth.
“What the hell are you doing?!” I shriek, the pitch of my voice rising with each word.
This is the strangest day of my life, I think, as I stare, transfixed, while the penis in Sebastian’s hand begins to turn from a gray to a deep purple.
Magic curls around me, settling across my limbs like a thick, heavy cloak, constricting the airflow in my lungs and making it hard to breathe. “This magic, is that him?”
“Yes, that’s him. His magic is failing. If we don't get him awake soon, the whole tomb is going to cave in. Just tell me when the bracelet starts to glow,” Sebastian says, dipping his head again.
The ground rumbles, and I watch in horror as tiny cracks form in the edges of the ceiling, creeping like a splintering web. It seems like now he’s started, things are speeding up.
“Sebastian, the walls are cracking,” I murmur, watching as the walls turn to mosaic tile in front of my eyes.
“Come on you, asshole, wake up!” Sebastian shouts, his tone desperate. He rises on his knees in front of the gold throne, sucking and jerking on the mummy’s purple cock faster and harder.
A blush heats my cheeks as I watch him, and my gaze widens when I notice the bracelet glimmering on the mummy’s arm, finally able to let go.
“It’s glowing!” I shout, excitement filling me.
Panting fills the chamber while the ground rumbles beneath us, and my heart pounds as the stone walls crack further.
No longer grossed out, and more curious than I want to admit, I watch with fascination as Sebastian hollows his mouth to give the mummy a pyramid-saving blowjob while using both of his hands to jerk him off.
This is just like something out of my favorite romance books. The thought comes right as Sebastian removes his mouth from the mummy, his mouth dripping drool as he looks up and meets my gaze.
“Good, now go kiss him.”
My mouth gapes. “What?!”
“We don’t have all day!” Sebastian bites out.
As if to accentuate his point, another crack tears through the top of the ceiling, and large chunks of stone fall to the floor. I scream and grab the throne for balance, tossing an arm over my head in case more falls.
“Please, Chloe,” Sebastian pleads, reminding me of the task at hand. “Just trust us.”
Kiss a mummy, no big deal. Except it is a big deal.
Nausea emanates throughout me as I try to withstand the pull of the mummy's magic and do as Sebastian says. “Matehood is not supposed to be like this,” I gripe.
I slam my eyes shut and dip my head, pushing my lips awkwardly at the wrappings.
I don't have to ask as if it’s working, because in the next second, a strong mouth moves beneath mine.
I feel skin firm beneath my hands where I touch the mummy’s bandages, and my eyes fly open.
The wrappings begin to fade away, and his eyes swirl milky white before brightening to a startling shade of blue.
I try to pull my face away, but the mummy grabs me, holding me to him as our gazes’ clash and he makes our mouths meet forcefully.
“Finally, you’re awake,” Sebastian says, his tone like he’s remarking on the fucking weather, while my face is plastered to a mummy’s.
A satisfied moan falls from the mummy as he finally pulls away from kissing me and reclines in the golden throne. My heart is beating like a hummingbird, and the mummy reaches out to touch my face almost reverently.
“Mate,” the mummy says, his voice deep and multilayered as he stares at me. His hands tighten down on my arm as if to pull me closer.
He’s beautiful, with black-colored brows, a strong chiseled jawline, and an aquiline nose. His skin is a deep purple hue that’s ethereal but alien, and unlike anything I’ve ever seen.
He exudes power, but his touch is gentle where he caresses me, and I can’t help arching into him.
Delores can suck it; my mates, plural, are way better than hers.
“Are you going to get us out of here, or are you going to just sit there playing with our new mate?” Sebastian asks, looking handsomely disgruntled with his hands on his hips.
I smile at my new mummy man, liking the feel of his skin on mine as he rubs his face into my neck.
“Need I remind you that one of us is still human? If this blasted cave tumbles, we’re trapped in here for-fucking-ever,” Sebastian snarks, his attention on the ceiling.
The mummy’s eyes turn molten blue, and I can sense the flow of magic as it pulls seemingly from everywhere at once. His power is unfathomable. He keeps surging magic towards us, and I get lightheaded from the amount he’s amassing.
“Blow me to Bermuda,” the mummy intones.
The sound reverberates around the room, deafening, loud, and nipple-hardening. The world goes dark.