Accidentally…Cimil? (Accidentally Yours #4.5)(5)
Author: Mimi Jean Pamfiloff

The king’s chest rumbled with a deep chuckle. “You think I do not know who you are, woman? I summoned you. I prayed to the Goddess Bastet to deliver you, a minor goddess, to my bed. You are mine now, and you shall be my queen, the mother to my children.”

“Minor!” I burst out laughing and slapped my knee. “Clearly you’ve been sold a peck of pickled peppers, Peter. First, there’s no such Goddess Bastet. She’s some made-up deity, loosely modeled after my sister Camaxtli. And if you had any clue about me”—I held my finger up to his nose (gorgeous, strong, straight nose)—“you’d know that I am the most powerful deity in existence. You’d also know that mortals and gods don’t mix. We are physically incompatible. Although I’d sure like it if we were, ’cause you look like you’d be some fun. After I spank you and put you in your place, of course. But I digress…” It was time to give him a little taste of my power.

This is gonna hurt! I placed my hand on his chest and willed my gift of pain to channel into his body. The sensation, for a mortal, was akin to being poked with a hot iron.

He looked down at me with his fierce eyes as I stood there… Waiting? What the hell?

I removed my palm, looked at it, and placed it back on his chest. “What did you do, Peter?”

He glanced at the collar around my neck and lifted his chin. “Narmer. My name is Narmer.”

“Narmer, Peter, Chucky, Rrrrroberto… who gives a crap?” I roared. “What did you do?”

“Not so powerful after all. Are you, Cimil? I own you now. Best accept the idea because you are not leaving this room until you vow eternal fealty to me.”

“What? Are you insane! You give me back my powers, you oversized monkey nut!” I tugged at the collar, but it wouldn’t come off.

Gasp!

“You can’t keep me here!” I screamed.

Minky! Where’s Minky? Whatever crap he was pulling, whatever magic he’d used, surely it had been intended for me and not for my trusty unicorn.

I scrambled toward the terrace, immediately sensing yet another barrier separating me from my freedom. Camel poop!

I hissed and turned to glare at him.

Okay. Fine. Once Minky got there, I’d make contact and be cloaked by her magic. All right, it’s not truly magic, per se. Unicorns are simply another highly evolved species, made mostly of energy, similar to us deities when not in our corporal states. The unicorn’s current simply flows through anything it touches, making the object or person’s particles vibrate so quickly they appear to be invisible to the na**d eye. See. Unicorn mystery revealed! Boom.

“Your magical beast is not coming for you,” Narmer said from across the room. And once again, that deliciously wicked smile of his made an appearance across those full, sensual lips.

“What?” I asked.

“Your beast is my guest. And you will not see it again until my demands are met.”

Jumpin’ Mexican beans! Minky! Nooo!

I stomped my foot. “But how…?”

I glared at the man like I’ve never glared at anyone in my entire existence. How had they known about Minky? Or that I was coming? Who was this guy? How the hell had he trumped me?

I marched over to the bed, sat down with my back to him, and began humming.

“What are you doing?” he asked.

“Outliving you.” He could lock me in this room, take away my powers and my precious Minky, but eventually, he would get old and die. He was what? Thirtyish? Humans lived to about forty or fifty in this day and age. I could hang out in his bedroom for a decade or two. No problem. I’d once spent an entire century in a bubble bath. With Minky, of course. (She makes the best bubbles. Rainbow colored.)

Narmer cleared his throat. “The collar you wear will not come off until I remove it. If you wish to wear it for eternity, then so be it.”

He left the room as easy breezy as I’d entered it.

“Son of a bitch!” I’d been one-upped by a mortal.

Where had he obtained such powerful magic? This situation reeked of fishy fish. And yet I was distinctly turned on. Finally! A male that is my match!

Chapter Three

Narmer paced across his temporary chamber, cursing the gods. Was this some sort of perverse joke? Seven excruciating days had passed, and that stubborn goddess remained seated on the edge of his bed in the other room, staring outside. She did not move, blink, or speak. Yet he knew she felt acutely aware of his presence; the air filled with odd vibrations and heat, making the hairs on his arms stand up each time he neared her.

How much longer would she hold out? Surely this was not part of the bargain, the wish of the Goddess Bastet.

Time to ask for help.

“You called, my king?” said the holy man, fat with food and drink, a young woman on each arm.

How any female, even commanded by him, the king, could stomach touching the vile, reptilian man, he did not know. Personally, he’d rather remove his own skin than allow it to come into contact.

Narmer cleared his throat. “Mitnal, I require your assistance. Immediately.” He knew asking for this powerful priest’s help to again make contact with the gods would come with a steep price. Everything with him did. It was the reason Narmer hoped Mitnal would soon go back to the jungles from where he came.

Twenty moons ago, a mysterious band of nomads—short in stature, straight black hair the texture of linen threads, high cheekbones, and fat cheeks—passed through Egypt, telling tales of being from the future. They spoke of a magical tablet made of a material called black jade and called themselves the Mayans. They claimed to have built great stone structures that reached high into the sky, allowing them to speak to their gods.

Narmer had not met these travelers personally, but venomous rumors of their greatness spread like a wildfire. The Egyptian people began to doubt Narmer’s power, doubt that his kingdom was the most favorite of the gods. They began to believe their place in the afterlife was at stake.

Narmer immediately sent two hundred men to bring these Mayans to him, but not a trace was found, only fueling his subjects’ speculation of their great abilities. Of course, Narmer did not believe the Mayans were from the future and sent his men back out, commanding them to find these travelers and these lands filled with lush greenery and odd-shaped structures that touched the clouds, which they had spoken of.

Twelve moons later, only one of his soldiers returned. According to this man, he began his journey on a small sailing vessel with six others. They traveled north, where they encountered a group of golden-haired barbarians who knew of the Mayans. “Across the ocean, where the air is hot and wet, you will find them,” they’d said after being coaxed with a bit of gold.