Chapter 37: ThomasYears ago, when Roddy and I had been making love, I had inserted the Black Pearls of Anubis into his delectable arse. When I’d withdrawn them at the start of his orgasm, one slow pearl at a time, he’d whimpered and whined, until with the last one out, he’d come apart with a howl.
Later that same night, rather than let Ammon Runihura take possession of the pearls, I’d ground them to dust beneath my boot. It had cost me a hiding, but I’d have taken it a thousand times over in order to keep my lover safe.
The legend attached to the Pearls linked the one they were used on irrevocably to the one who used them, but the legend didn’t matter. I was tied to Roddy Sayer just as strongly as he was to me.
He had contracted a putrid sore throat once. It wasn’t in the least similar
