Darque Wants (86 page)

Dorian bent his head and slipped the necklace on round his neck. “Are you ready?” He looked at her with a most serious expression.

She nodded.

He slid his hands carefully around her waist then leaned down to press their lips together in a tentative, gentle kiss.

As soon as she felt the soft warmth of his lips on hers, the first jolting vision flashed into both of their minds.

Lord Carnarvon, back at the dig in Egypt, holding up a three pronged object triumphantly. The three sections were like petals, and each one identical to the artifact Dorian now wore round his neck.

“Did you see it?” Dorian whispered, breaking from the kiss.

“Mmhm…more…” She leaned, parting her lips this time and deepening the embrace by slipping her tongue confidently into his mouth, clashing it against hers as she explored his teeth and gums. Her heart thudded happily in her chest; she just adored kissing him.

Lord Carnarvon, still clutching at the object, only this time with someone else, another member of the party, grabbing at it too, the pair of them engaging in a vicious tug of war as Howard Carter stands by and watches them fight over the object in amazement.

Dorian took control, gently taking hold of her hand and leading her through to the bedroom. She kissed his cheek and got down on the bed, lying her head on the pillow as he leaned over and began to undress her carefully. She helped him, undoing the buttons on her blouse as he removed her trousers. She shrugged out of her shirt and tossed it onto the floor, then slipped out of her bra and lay back down again, topless and exposed and about to become even more so as Dorian dragged down her trousers and knickers. She wriggled her hips to help them and he freed her of all her clothes entirely, before jumping up off the bed to work on his own, eagerly stripping off and leaving nothing but the necklace hanging round his neck. He opened up the drawer of the bedside table and took out a condom, tearing open the packet and rolling it onto his already hard and throbbing cock before clambering back onto the bed again and taking his position above her.

They didn’t continue immediately though. They wanted to kiss and enjoy each other’s bodies for a little while longer.

Dorian danced his light fingers up and down her sides, then up to her breasts, taking each one in turn and palming over them before focusing on the nipples. He wound them between his finger and thumb, twisting gently and tugging until they were hard and standing on end. Thena moaned in pleasure and bucked her hips a little, writhing around on the bed.

“Like that?” Dorian asked, already slightly breathless with the excitement of their lovemaking. Thena managed a nod. He bent his head down and parted his lips, capturing her erect nipple in between them and sucking slowly. She gasped and arched her neck back as they were both hit with another vision.

The tug of war is still ongoing, getting more and more vicious until finally, the artefact breaks into three pieces. Carnarvon and the other man stagger backwards from the release of force and the three petals of the object go flying all over the cave.

“Mmm…” Dorian released Thena’s nipple with a little plopping sound, then turned his attention to her neck, biting and kissing and nuzzling at it whilst his hands moved further down her body, one of them slipping between her legs and touching her. She moaned his name quietly and wrapped her hands around his back, her nails scraping up and down his spine.

She closed her eyes, her head beginning to spin with the intensity of the visions they were getting combined with the pleasure Dorian was giving her.

The man grabs one of the pieces and runs off with it. Carnarvon grabs the other two and clutches them protectively to his chest.

Dorian slipped a finger inside her. She was already wet and ready for him. She gasped and raised her hips up to meet him, wanting more.

Carnarvon pays a visit to someone in a posh government style office. He shakes the man’s hand, then gives him one of the broken pieces, the two of them talking as Carnarvon explains what happened.

“I could only rescue two pieces,” he says. “I don’t know how effective the powers will be now that they’re broken.”

“Where’s the other piece?” the man asks.

“I want to keep that for myself. We were supposed to share it.”

“Share the whole thing. Not a broken, useless item.”

Thena opened her eyes and looked up at Dorian, turning her head away from the latest kiss he was offering to her neck.

“What powers?” she asked. “Does the necklace have powers of it’s own?”

“I…I don’t know,” whispered Dorian. He stopped what he was doing for a moment, and looked at the necklace.

She reached up to touch the artifact, clasping her fingers around it.

Carnarvon, now at his own house, makes his piece into a necklace.

“It belonged to him.” Dorian gasped in excitement. “This is it…this is Lord Carnarvon’s necklace.”

“Wow,” Thena breathed, in awe for a moment.

Then they both giggled and continued to kiss, Thena wrapping her arms around Dorian’s neck and dragging him back down into it.

Carnarvon’s house, but this time nearly empty, boxes everywhere all packed up full of stuff. Three people, all looking rather sad, continuing to pack things away.

“What are we going to do with all this stuff?” a woman asks.

“Most of it can be stored in the attic.”

The necklace is sat near the top of one of the boxes. Something else is placed on top of it.

Dorian broke from the kiss and carefully pulled out the two fingers that were now inside her. “Are you ready?” he asked.

“Definitely.”

“What did you make of that last one?” He took hold of her hips gently.

“Did he die?”

“I think so.”

“And those people were clearing out his house. Family members maybe…”

Dorian nodded, then pushed his hips forward to enter her.

She gasped, her eyes rolling to the back of her head.

The box sits in an attic, gathering more and more dust, as if time is passing very quickly.

Thena wrapped her legs around Dorian’s waist as he began to slowly thrust into her, back and forth, back and forth.

The face of Edward Simms. He was younger, but easily recognisable as the man whom Harvey Jenkins later stabbed to death.

He takes down the box from the attic and begins to look through it with interest. He finds the necklace and puts it round his neck, then appears to gasp, his eyes closing as if he is having a vision.

Dorian sped up his movements, snapping his hips in and out of her. Thena moaned loudly, biting down on her lip and trying not to disturb the neighbours as the pleasure washed over her. She tucked her arms under his shoulders and clung on to him, dragging him down to press their bodies together. He responded by doing the same, pinning himself to her and burying his head in her neck as he continuing to pound her hard into the now squeaking mattress.

The government man who got given the other piece of the necklace, now older and with his family, celebrating a birthday.

His son is there. A young Harvey Jenkins.

A man in a suit approaches, shakes his hand.

“This is my successor, Montgomery Shackleton,” he introduces the man to the rest of his family. “I’ve got high hopes for him.” He smiles. Montgomery smiles back.

Thena cried out, no longer able to help herself as she got closer to her climax. Dorian’s incredible stamina kept him going and going, determined to feel her reach her peak first before he allowed himself to let go.

“Dorian,” she whimpered. “I’m…I’m going to…”

“Let it go,” he whispered back, and she did do, her muscles clenching on and off around Dorian’s cock as she came, her arms flopping to her sides and then scrunching up as they took in chunks of the sheet, her head tossing from left to right, moaning and gasping.

Dorian drank in the sight of her for a moment, but it was more than enough to send him over the edge too, and a moment later he climax hard, his body juddering and his legs weakening as the sensations shot up and down his spine to the tips of his tingling toes.

Harvey Jenson’s father gives the young Montgomery Shackleton his section of the artefact.

“It’s yours now,” he says, placing it into his palm and clasping his fingers around it. “It’ll help you as it helped me.”

Montgomery gasps and has a vision.

Dorian collapsed forwards into a heap on top of Thena, the two of them panting and breathing heavily as they clutched at one another, coming down from the intensity of the visions and the pleasure of their love making.

Once he was finally recovered enough to move again, he carefully rolled off her to one side and slipped out, instantly opening up his arms to pull her into him for a tender cuddle. He kissed the side of her head.

“Harvey Jenson’s father passed his piece on to Montgomery Shackleton when he retired then.”

“Who probably still has it,” Thena murmured wearily.

“That was the connection. Harvey said he thought his father was involved somewhere along the line.”

“Maybe it was Shackleton who got Harvey the job at the Uni,” suggested Thena.

“I think it probably was,” agreed Dorian with a nod. “There were two pieces then. No, three. I wonder what happened to the third one.”

“That man took it. Back in 1922.”

“I wonder if he still has it. Or his family.”

“So…Carnarvon had one piece and he gave the other to…to Harvey Jenson’s father.”

“That’s right. And the Carnarvon piece is the one that we have,” Dorian grinned, still excited over that fact. “I wonder if Edward Simms was related, or did he just move into that house and happen to find the old box up there that had been abandoned?”

“They obviously didn’t know the power the necklace had.”

“Well, we didn’t. I mean…I always assumed it was just
us
that had the powers, but it would seem the necklace, or rather, the stone…” He stroked his finger across it idly. “Has some intrinsic powers of its own.”

“That would explain why the visions are so intense when the three of us are together,” said Thena.

“It certainly would…” He sat up and took the necklace off, putting it on the side. “That’s enough of it for now though. I just want a cuddle and a sleep, my head’s buzzing.”

“Same,” Thena sighed, and the two of them nestled down in each other’s arms, soon discovering they were drifting off to sleep.

That sleep was interrupted by a phone call. A phone call neither of them had been expecting.

It was on Thena’s phone, so she was the one who answered it.

The caller ID said ‘Unknown’.

“Hello?”

The voice on the other end was heavily distorted in order to disguise the speaker. “We know you have the necklace,” it said. “We have your sister. If you don’t give us the necklace, she dies. We will text instructions.”

Thena didn’t have time to react or formulate a response before the line went dead. The mysterious caller had hung up.

“Thena? Who was it?” asked Dorian, a note of concern in his voice as he saw the pale, terrified expression on her face.

A second later, her phone beeped with a text message, obviously one that had been pre-prepared then sent as soon as the caller hung up.

She quickly opened it to read the contents.

Dorian shuffled up and peered over her shoulder in confusion.

The park in Dorchester. Second bench on the left. Tomorrow at midnight. Do not contact the police or she will die.

There was a picture attached, of Deme, tied up to a chair with a gag in her mouth, looking frightened, tears streaked down her cheeks and a bruise forming just under her eye where she had been hit.

Thena clasped her hand to her mouth at the sight of it, her own eyes filling with tears.

“Oh God…” Dorian, understanding what had happened now, wrapped his arms protectively around her as the two of them silently contemplated what was to happen next. That next morning, they would travel back up to Dorchester together, shrouded in darkness and tension, neither of them knowing what fate would befall either them, or Deme. They knew only too well what had happened to the last two people who had come into the possession of the necklace. How could they trust that Shackleton and his cronies wouldn’t simply have them killed too? And yet, they had no other choice. All they had was each other, and a frightening, uncertain future.

Relic of the Pharaoh

Book 3

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