Atlantean's Quest: Exodus Part 10

"You should guard your thoughts, my fierceness," he warned, his voice gravelly with desire.

"Why?"

He ran a finger along her side, causing her to flinch when it tickled.

"Because you may get what you so wish for."

Jac's breathing deepened. She couldn't help it. His words were like throwing gasoline on a blaze. Her c.l.i.t throbbed. Her nipples quivered. And all she could think about was uncovering his ma.s.sive c.o.c.k and guiding it inside her waiting p.u.s.s.y. Her eyes darted to the front of his loincloth. The bulge behind it seemed to grow under her perusal. Jac's lids dropped and she licked her lips again.

"Are you going to just stand there or are you going to join me?" a loaded question she knew. This by no means changed her feelings about what had occurred between him and Ariel, but she was desperate.

Ares groaned and began untying the straps about his waist, freeing the loincloth from his trim hips. His c.o.c.k ached to the point of pain. He could feel it buck beneath the confines, demanding release. He slipped the hide down his legs and stepped over the material. The plum like head of his staff glistened with fresh pearl liquid. He grasped himself and began to make slow, steady strokes. Jac's eyes followed his movements as if in a trance. His shaft lengthened, standing fully erect under his grip.

"Is this what you want?" he growled.

She swallowed hard, her eyes glued to his c.o.c.k.

He groaned. "You must tell me."

"I want-" She choked, cutting off her words.

He continued to stroke his thick length.

"You," she uttered, barely above a whisper.

Ares took a ragged breath. "'Tis all you needed to say."

He moved to the end of the bed and slipped to his knees. He quickly unlaced Jac's boots and slipped them from her feet, taking her socks with them. Once her feet were bare, Ares stretched forward and ran his fingers down her long legs, settling his hands upon her heels. He lifted one leg as far as the bonds would allow, and slipped her big toe inside his mouth. His tongue swirled, then he slowly pulled it from his mouth.

Jac's eyes widened in surprise. "What are you doing?" she asked, her voice breathless.

"Savoring every inch of what is mine," he rasped and then slipped her toe back into his mouth. He sucked on it in the same motion as when he drove inside her. In and out. In and out.

She gasped, shocked by the erotic tension strumming through her. She'd never considered toes particularly s.e.xy until now. Jac couldn't seem to catch her breath as Ares increased his speed. An answering pull started at the juncture of her thighs and drove right to the center of her being. If he kept this up she would come. Reading her thoughts, he added pressure, dipping his tongue between her toes at the same time as he sucked. Jac felt the familiar tension build. Heat spread throughout her body. In one swift move Ares slipped her toe from his mouth and licked the underside of her foot from her heel over her arch, to the fleshy part beneath her toes.

Jac screamed, shattering the silence of the hut as the o.r.g.a.s.m broke over her, sending her body spasming in sheer delight. Her p.u.s.s.y contracted. It felt as if her nerve endings had all been set on fire at the same time. Never in all her years, had she ever experienced anything like what he'd just done. The blood pounded so loud in her ears, she almost missed Ares's grumble of satisfaction.

"That was incredible." Jac panted, her head thras.h.i.+ng from side to side. "How did you do that?"

"It was so in my time, as 'tis today. The way to a woman's heart is through her feet." He smiled and wiped the side of his mouth, but he didn't stand, instead he began to ma.s.sage the bottom of Jac's left foot.

She closed her eyes for a moment and groaned. She felt like a satisfied cat, right after a big meal. If she didn't watch it, she'd actually fall asleep and it wasn't even dark out yet. At least she thought it wasn't. Jac had lost all track of time, since Ares had brought her here. When he finished with one foot, he moved to the other and began again. His hands were gentle but firm as he worked all the kinks out of her worn out muscles. Jac relaxed under his soothing touch, giving into the sensation, enjoying the pampering.

Ares was a strange man, one second acting like a wild animal, ready to capture and seize, the next caring, almost loving in the way he tended to her needs. Seeing to her comfort and soothing her. Jac didn't want to think about how easy it would be to get used to this kind of treatment. His palm slid up to encircle her calf, kneading and calming her frayed nerves. She hadn't forgotten the fact that he'd kissed her and then left to join Ariel. Jac didn't even want to think about what they'd been doing in her hut.

"Shhh-quiet your mind and enjoy my touch."

It came out as a command, but Jac sensed an unspoken plea behind his words. She wanted to ask what Ariel meant to him, but couldn't bring herself to do it. The implication would be obvious, even to Ares, and Jac wasn't ready to make that kind of statement. His hand slipped further up her leg encompa.s.sing her thigh. All thoughts of the seer left her mind as his fingers teased, reaching out, yet not touching the place she longed for him to ma.s.sage. Jac groaned in frustration. She glanced down, her eyes locking on his handsome face.

"I want only you," he groaned.

Ares pretended not to notice as her hips bucked, urging him to go higher. A smile played at the corners of his mouth. He teased her, drawing out the sensations until all sanity slipped from her mind. Well two could play this game. Jac began to sway her hips, rocking them seductively from side to side. Ares eyes left her face, locking onto her waxed p.u.s.s.y. She could feel her body's juices begin to flow and knew that by now she'd be glistening. Jac tilted her hips up slightly and opened her legs a little more, exposing her entrance.

The air left Ares lungs as he labored to breathe. The hut smelled musky and thick, as if they'd been f.u.c.king for hours. He couldn't seem to wrench his gaze away from the tiny opening swaying before his eyes. Ares licked his lips. She was sheer torture in human form. And Jac knew exactly what she was doing to him.

He had to taste her, touch her, slide his c.o.c.k inside of her. The temptation grew too great. Ares leaned forward and inhaled, her woman's scent surrounded him, shattering the last remnants of his hard won control. He rose up and knelt between her spread thighs, stroking his staff one time, and then positioned it at her moist entrance.

"I can't wait, sorceress. You have tantalized me for too long." With that he slid inside, her velvet walls gripping him, urging him forward until he nudged her womb, buried to the hilt. He swallowed, trying to maintain a modic.u.m of control, but it was too late.

Ares closed his eyes against the sensation, satin and heat, fire and ice, she burned him from the inside out. He thrust forward and her breath caught. When he did it again, she met him halfway. Rocking her slender hips, Jac slid him impossibly deeper, her channel swallowing him. His eyes flew open, his system in overload. In that moment the beast broke free, released. Shedding his humanity like a second skin, he existed on the primal.

"This time will be raw, forgive me," he rasped.

Her eyes sparked, urging him on. "I like it rough."

Ares surged forward, diving again into her molten core, as if she'd given him permission to unleash a demon. He couldn't control his hunger, his need. Ares thrust, giving free rein to his desires, his hips pistoning into her, driving her to the edge of release, but refusing to let her slide over. His grunts were animalistic. He couldn't seem to get enough of her. She was his. Only his. And if joining with her again and again was what it took to convince her, then that is what he would do.

"Your channel was made for my c.o.c.k alone."

He gripped the furs at the side of Jac's head and dug in. Ares ground into Jac's c.l.i.t with each upward thrust, taking them higher and higher toward that elusive zenith. She burned like fire beneath him. Her nipples stroked his chest with every movement, searing, branding him. Their bodies drenched in sweat.

By the time Ares reached his point of release, Jac screamed out another o.r.g.a.s.m. Her body bucked beneath his, taking him into the abyss with her. His seed shot out, spilling into her womb. Ares kept moving until he collapsed, managing to keep the bulk of his weight off of Jac. Their ragged breathing filled the silent room. The air suffocated, stifling from their lovemaking, but Ares refused to move. He longed to stay this way forever. He closed his eyes and inhaled, hoping to store this memory inside for all time.

Ares wanted nothing more than to plant his seed deep within her. Bring forth offspring. Spend the rest of his days battling with Jac for dominance in their relations.h.i.+p. But without the energy from the mating ceremony and Jac's acceptance of him as her true mate, there would be no children for him...ever. She held his future, his very life in the palm of her hands, and she didn't even know it-nor would she if he had any control over the fates.

Chapter Ten.

It had been three days since Jac had been brought to Ares's hut. After day two she'd promised him she wouldn't try to escape without clothes and convinced him to untie her. He'd loved her so thoroughly that Jac didn't think she had a solid bone left in her body. She'd grown accustomed to Ares's touch over the past few days and didn't think she'd be able to ever sleep with another man, which created a problem for when she returned to New York.

Jac lay face down naked on the bed of furs, waiting for Ares to return and report his progress in the challenge. He'd informed her there would be nothing to see, since each warrior had to go off into the jungle on their own. Today could make or break Ares's chances. Part of her hoped he got his a.s.s kicked, while the other half worried about his safety. Her nerves had been so on edge that she'd tidied the hut earlier, not that it had been dirty, and rearranged the spa.r.s.e furniture to a more workable layout.

So far, Ares seemed to be doing okay in the compet.i.tion, but Coridan still led by the amount of gold he'd managed to find. She didn't want to think about what would happen if Coridan actually won the silly contest. Jac turned over, placing her hands behind her head. She'd been unclothed for three days now, and although she'd never had a problem with nudity, she found the whole experience rather liberating. She didn't have to worry about laundry, detergent, things wearing out, or dry cleaning bills.

Who was she trying to kid?

Jac glanced around the hut, its walls pressed in around her. She was going stir crazy in here. Jac needed to pound the pavement, look at some skysc.r.a.pers. She was not cut out to be Sheena, Queen of the Jungle. How long did he plan on keeping her isolated? Jac kicked her foot down onto the furs. This was bulls.h.i.+t. She hadn't been allowed to see any of the tribal members, including Rachel for days. Jac hadn't come all this way to find her friend and then not be allowed to talk to her. Who did Ares think he was bossing her around? When Ares returned she would demand he take her to Rachel.

Jac stretched, letting out a loud yawn, her fingers scrunched the furs beneath her. Her muscles felt well exercised, Ares saw to that. She couldn't help but smile at the lengths he'd gone to, to keep her in shape. It still didn't excuse the fact that he'd basically been keeping her prisoner here in his hut. She felt like Sybil, happy one minute, p.i.s.sed the next. Jac's jaw set. Ares wouldn't know what hit him when he got home. She glanced down at the furs and calculated whether she could fas.h.i.+on clothes from one of them. After struggling with the hides for about an hour she gave up and lay back down.

Her mind wandered. Jac thought about the Professor and wondered what had become of him. She prayed the caimans had gotten him, but it was probably too much to hope for. The poor beasts would take one bite and spit him back out. Jac giggled as she pictured a caiman wearing Rumsinger's gla.s.ses. Her laugh turned to a frown. Since when did Jaclyn Ward giggle? Like never.

The flap covering the door of the hut was pushed aside. Jac bolted up, her hands automatically crossing over her b.r.e.a.s.t.s. Ares stood in the frame, staring at her, his eyes unreadable.

"How'd it go?" she asked, not sure why she asked or if she wanted to know the answer.

He stepped inside and dropped the flap. His gaze wandered around the room, observing the changes she'd made. "I like what you've done."

Jac bit her lip. "Are you going to tell me or not?"

Ares opened the pouch at his side and pulled out a snake skin over twenty feet long, still damp with blood. Then a spark of amus.e.m.e.nt lit his jade orbs. "'Tis a fine day indeed for a compet.i.tion." He smiled.

"You won." Jac jumped off the bed, then realized that she was about to run into his arms and congratulate him. She stopped mid-stride and added with less enthusiasm. "How nice."

Ares frowned for a moment, then let it pa.s.s. "The challenge is not over, yet." He glanced down at the snakeskin. "Tomorrow we duel with energy bursts."

Jac's chest tightened, her heart thudding madly against her ribcage. She'd been dreading that day all week. The seer's warning of possible death occurring rang in her ears. She swallowed the lump forming in her throat. Jac didn't think she'd be able to handle it if she lost Ares, but she wasn't about to let him know that, best to keep those disturbing thoughts to herself.

"Can't we call this nonsense off?"

His eyes locked to hers and his jaw hardened. "Nay, not without admitting defeat."

She glanced at his chest, taking in his broad shoulders. She reached out, her fingers trailed lightly over his bronzed skin. "Would that be so bad?"

Ares grabbed her by the forearms, pulling her forward, forcing her gaze up to his face. "It would mean giving you up." He paused. "Is that what you wish?"

Jac tried to pull away, but he wouldn't release her.

"Answer me," his voice was cold, demanding-fearful.

She took a deep breath and released it. "No," she whispered.

He gave her a curt nod, the tension easing from his ruggedly handsome face. Ares released her and stepped back. "Good, because I will not give you up."

Jac hated to admit it, but something inside her swelled at his words. He wasn't going to give her up without a fight. h.e.l.l, according to Ares, he wouldn't give her up period. She didn't know how she felt about that. Jac decided to examine it later. For now he needed to get some food inside of him. He must have worked up an appet.i.te if he'd been off battling Anacondas.

What am I thinking? I'm not f.u.c.king June Cleaver. He can get his own d.a.m.n food.

They sat at the table eating pieces of camu camu and mango fruit, along with nut filled bread. For a few moments Jac said nothing, simply enjoyed the silence of his company. She'd never been around a man who didn't require conversation. Most of the men Jac had dated had been so intimidated by her strength, they felt the need to fill every gap of silence with words. They hadn't lasted long. No man ever lasted long in Jac's life. In fact if she'd calculated right, in a few days Ares would break her personal long-term record for being with one man. Jac shook her head. This jungle affected her mind in funny ways, and she didn't like it one bit.

"Tell me about the snake." She prompted, wanting to listen to anything but her own thoughts.

Ares's eyes flared and for a moment he said nothing. Then a smile started at the corners of his firm lips. He put down the mango he'd been eating and swiped a hand across his mouth, dispersing the juice.

"I was making my way along the river bank, when I spotted him." He used his hands to show how he wound his way through the brush. "He perched on a thick branch above the water, waiting for prey to come and drink."

Jac ripped off a piece of bread, took a bite, and began to chew. Her eyes remained locked onto Ares as he reenacted the hunt.

"He didn't yet see me, nor sense my presence until I readied to pounce upon him." His jade orbs widened for emphasis. "I sprang from a branch nearby, knocking him from his perch and us both into the water."

The bread in Jac's mouth lodged in her throat as she imagined Ares in the river with the anaconda. A thin sheen of sweat broke out on her skin as she realized he could have died pulling a stunt like that. She couldn't bring herself to speak.

"At one point, he wrapped his mighty body around mine and attempted to squeeze. Fortunately, I released an energy burst before he bound my hands. Had he encircled my wrists first..." he shrugged again. "I would not be telling you this story."

Jac rose from the table and walked the short distance to the water barrel. She cupped her trembling hands and drank deeply, trying to wash away the fear threatening to overthrow her control. Ares had made the whole thing sound like some big adventure, when in fact he'd almost died.

Jac cupped her hands again and splashed some water over her face, slicking her hair back in the process. The cool water dripped down her back and over her b.u.t.tocks, sending a delicious chill spiking through her. When she'd finally gathered herself together she turned to face Ares, her mind made up. He stared at her with a strange look in his eye, one she was unable to read.

She took the few steps needed to cover the distance, placed her hands on Ares's cheeks, and slowly lowered her mouth to his. The kiss started out tentative at first, testing, seeking, searching for something more. Jac deepened the embrace, swiping her tongue along his lower lip. He growled, then opened, inviting her in. Jac dipped, her mouth urgent. She sucked on his tongue, tasting the sweet mango he'd been eating only moments before. She groaned. Her hands wandered down his neck and over his shoulders, her fingernails biting into the thick skin on his back. She pressed forward, her nipples brus.h.i.+ng his chest.

Jac couldn't seem to get close enough. His hands remained at his sides, letting her explore to her heart's content. She brushed her fingers across the flat discs of his nipples and felt him tense. Her palms dropped further to the ties at the side of his loincloth. Jac pulled at the laces, without breaking the kiss, until they slipped free. Then she stepped back, heaving in a lungful of air. Jac reached for his arms, pulling on his biceps, which was equivalent to trying to lift felled logs. He smiled at her and stood, his loincloth slid down his muscled thighs, like a slow striptease, onto the floor.

She leaned in close to his ear. "I want to f.u.c.k you."

Ares sucked in a surprised breath...then he growled.

"But first I'm going to tie you up."

Ares stilled, his eyes roaming over her face, then he acquiesced.

Jac led Ares to the bed of furs, running her hand over one of the scarves still tied to the stakes. She arched a brow and looked at him, taunting, teasing, daring him to let her tie him to the bed. He stared but for a moment, then lay upon the bed, arms and legs outstretched.

Jac blinked. She couldn't believe it. Ares was actually going to allow her to tie him to the furs. Just the thought of having this great big muscled man at her mercy t.i.tillated her. Ares was hers, all hers and she never let him go. What am I saying? Jac pressed her legs together to ease the sudden ache. Her nipples engorged, springing out like two shooter marbles from her chest.

She slipped one scarf around Ares's thick wrist and then waited to see if he would protest. He simply looked at her and grinned. Jac quickly secured the other bonds before she lost her nerve or he changed his mind. Her body practically thrummed with excitement. With his legs spread and his enormous c.o.c.k standing at attention, Ares looked like a delicious pagan G.o.d. And she planned to convert and wors.h.i.+p at that ma.s.sive c.o.c.k of his until he made a believer out of her.

Jac licked her lips. His eyes followed the movement. "I have you right where I want you," she purred, ignoring the flip her heart gave in her chest. Very carefully Jac climbed onto the bed and straddled Ares's flat stomach. His muscles jumped beneath her c.l.i.t.

She rotated until her bottom rested on his chest and she faced his c.o.c.k. Jac leaned forward until her lips were an inch above his pulsing head. She blew out a warm breath onto his shaft and it bucked, urging her on. Jac slipped the tip of Ares into her mouth, swirling her tongue around his round plum sized crown. She heard him groan and pull against the restraints, but she didn't stop. Jac firmed her lips and began to suck at the same time.

"You are killing me, my fierceness," he groaned out. Ares legs strained as he tried to wrest free. Jac giggled, vibrating the length of his shaft with her lips.

She continued to work, her head bobbing while she sucked and swirled, allowing her teeth to gently sc.r.a.pe his sensitive skin. Jac wrapped one hand at the base of his shaft and began to pump, following her mouth's movements. She could feel Ares clench and strain beneath her. Jac moved her other hand over his groin, through the nest of curls at his base, until she cupped his heavy sac. His b.a.l.l.s were like two skin covered goose eggs that she lovingly ma.s.saged. Jac didn't slow her actions, only continued to stroke and add a little pressure.

"Let me up," Ares warned, attempting to buck her off.

Jac clung tight and sped up. Ares's sac drew up and every muscle in his body seemed to tighten. She stroked a few more times and Ares bellowed. Come shot from his body and straight down her throat. Jac swallowed his essence until she'd drained him, then sat up, a satisfied smile planted on her face. She tossed a glance over her shoulder in time to see Ares's hands come free. Jac had about a second to shriek before Ares had her bent over again. This time he pulled her hips back toward his face, his fingers digging into the soft skin of her thighs.

"You have tortured me enough. 'Tis my turn to love you."

She swallowed hard at his choice of words, but only had a moment to dwell, before her c.l.i.t slid over his hairless chest. She tried to rise, but he pinned her down with one hand. Before she realized what he was going to do, Ares had her above his face, entering her with his six and a half inch tongue. Jac's muscles closed around him and she closed her eyes, moaning. She refused to think about the fact she'd never get tired of this man. She could return to New York tomorrow and never escape the memory of his touch, of his length pressed to hers. Jac spread her thighs a little wider, giving him full access to her body, her soul. He twisted his tongue like a corkscrew over and over, repeatedly hitting her G-spot.

Ares pulled out of Jac's p.u.s.s.y to tease her c.l.i.t. He laved her, sucking the tiny bud into his mouth, worrying it with his teeth. Jac shuddered and pushed down, smothering his face with her s.e.x. Ares growled and continued to feed. Her juices ran freely, dripping over his chin. He lapped them up, catching every drop. Just as she neared her peak, he released her c.l.i.t. Jac groaned and hit him in the side. He laughed, then plunged back into her channel, drawing in and out, f.u.c.king her with his tongue.

She leaned over, her nails sunk into his sides, as her lips locked once more onto his hardening c.o.c.k. It was his turn to growl. Like crazed animals they ate at each other, nipping, tonguing, and sucking. He couldn't get enough of her wild musk, her scent everywhere, surrounding, enveloping. Ares picked up speed as he felt Jac's walls begin to spasm. He swirled his tongue, then sent an energy burst into her greedy p.u.s.s.y. Jac let out a strangled scream, before once again latching onto his c.o.c.k and pumping furiously. It took but a moment for Ares to follow her into the abyss.

Several hours later, they lay sprawled over the furs, too exhausted to move. They'd f.u.c.ked each other two more times, before Jac cried uncle. She couldn't take another o.r.g.a.s.m. She still quaked from the last three. Excess energy radiated over her body and out of her pores from Ares's energy burst. Her c.u.n.t pulsed. It had taken an hour for Jac to finally stop twitching. They'd fallen asleep for a while, but were now content to lay in each others arms. Jac ran her fingers over Ares's chest in lazy circles. She felt well and truly sated.

"Ares?"

"Hmm..."