Atlantean's Quest: Exodus Part 17

Ares glided the fruit along Jac's nether lips, encouraging her to open further. Jac's eyes flew open and locked on his hand. Her gaze widened, as she realized what Ares used to tease her with. Two more pa.s.ses and the camu camu lay covered in Jac's own juices. Ares circled her c.l.i.t, then pressed down enough to send a jolt through her system. He slid the fruit down, until it rested at her entrance, then eyes locked on her face, he slipped half inside.

Jac's breathing grew ragged. She couldn't believe what Ares had done to her. It was like torture as he caressed her with the camu camu...delicious, erotic, sensuous, and oh so carnal torture. The fruit filled her entrance, stretching her wide, exposing her to Ares's seeking eyes. He pulled his fingers back, releasing the fruit. Jac went to remove it, but he stopped her with his gaze. His eyes flamed, as he leaned forward, drawing nearer and nearer to her fiery heat.

I want you, Jac. I dream of taking you, a thousand different ways.

s.h.i.+vers of delight, shot through Jac as she waited for that first touch, taste. She didn't have to wait long. Ares tongue snaked out, circling the camu camu. Jac would have come straight off the chair had he not been there to stop her. He lapped at her folds, never touching the food, up one side and down the other, always bypa.s.sing her c.l.i.t.

Your taste inflames me, tugs at my heart, shackles my soul.

Jac grabbed his hair, twining her fingers through the silky strands, trying to pull him closer, but he wouldn't budge. His words branded her, searing a permanent mark upon her core. He continued his slow a.s.sault, adding a nibble here and there. Jac thought she'd go out of her mind, when his tongue trailed along her thigh.

Ares please.

He lifted his head from her s.e.x, arched a brow and smiled. His face dropped into her lap once again, except this time he bit into the fruit. Jac screamed with her first o.r.g.a.s.m, even though he hadn't really touched her. The tension building within her had been too much.

Oh, G.o.d.

Ares dove in, frenzied. He ate the fruit like a man starved. When the camu camu was all gone, he continued to feast, as if the fruit had only been an appetizer and she was the main course. His lips and tongue fed upon her c.l.i.t, drawing it out, stroking it, sucking it, and nibbling until Jac's body teetered on the verge of convulsing.

He plunged his tongue inside her core, lapping at the remnants of her first release. The muscle undulated, like waves on an ocean. He ma.s.saged her G-spot over and over, eventually drowning Jac in another release. His large palms covered her b.r.e.a.s.t.s. His fingers sought out her aching nipples, twisting and turning them, kneading and pulling. Jac felt as if she were on a sensual roller coaster ride, where each crest and dip blended with the last so quickly that her sated mind refused to keep count.

Your taste, your scent, you're driving me insane. I cannot get enough.

Ares plundered like a pirate of old. His mastery over her body frightened and excited Jac at the same time. He released one nipple, replacing his hand with a brush. The bristle stroked over Jac's sensitive skin, sending gooseflesh rising on her body. Jac s.h.i.+fted in the chair, trying to press closer. Ares tossed the brush down and sat back on his heels once again.

I could feast upon you forever.

His chin dripped with her juices and he had a smile planted firmly on his handsome face. He stood in one swift motion, pulling Jac up at the same time.

He swung her up into his arms, skin slapping skin. Jac hands flew to his neck reflexively. Ares strode to the furs and placed her upon them. He walked back to the table and picked up one of the scarves, leaving her sitting on the edge of the bed. He returned to Jac's side, his eyes flaring with desire. His c.o.c.k pressed so hard against his loincloth that she could make out every ridge. Jac's eyes stayed locked on his impressive tool, imagining the moment when he'd slip inside her.

She licked her lips in antic.i.p.ation. Ares placed the scarf over Jac's eyes.

Can you see?

Jac shook her head no.

Good. He secured the material at the back of her head.

Jac's hearing seemed to sharpen. She could hear the deep cadence of Ares's breathing, the rustle of the scarf as he tied it around her, and the gentle popping of the fire as each piece of wood caught and began to burn. Her other senses seemed to come alive as well. She could smell the citrusy odor of the oil he'd applied to her skin, the gentle brush of the furs beneath her bottom, and the scalding heat from Ares's nearness. The bed depressed beside her and she knew Ares had joined her. Jac tensed, listening.

The furs s.h.i.+fted a couple more times, then seemed to settle. Jac's body trembled, waiting to see what would come next. She felt Ares's hands as they slid around her narrow waist, then lifted her again. She fought the urge to tear at her blindfold. He lowered her onto his face, spearing her deep with his tongue. Jac groaned and threw her head back. Ares lifted her up and down until Jac caught the rhythm, then she pushed his hands away. Jac bounced gently upon Ares face, feeling the slide of his six and a half inch tongue inside her channel.

You drive me insane. I never thought I'd love a man like I love you.

Soft and slick, moist and firm, he continued probing her. Jac ground her hips, as she raced toward release. Her movements grew frantic and erratic. Ares thoughts plunged into her mind.

You taste of the most exquisite wine.

Your s.e.x was made to be f.u.c.ked by my tongue and c.o.c.k alone.

I wish you could feel what I feel when I slip within your fiery depths.

Jac moaned, her fingers sinking into his thick black hair.

I want to feel you come in my mouth. Feel your inner walls grip my tongue as your o.r.g.a.s.m slams into you, sending you over the edge, until there is no you, no me, only us.

Jac screamed as his words incited her. She fell to the side in the grips of an o.r.g.a.s.m to end all o.r.g.a.s.ms. Her body quivered and quaked. One leg lay stretched across Ares's chest and the other drawn up near her spasming womb. With trembling fingers, she removed the blindfold and glanced at Ares. He lay on his back, sweat beading his brow. His lungs labored for breath. She s.h.i.+fted until she faced him, her eyes level with his straining c.o.c.k. As soon as she could move, Jac sat up and began untying the bindings holding his loincloth in place.

Ares felt the first tentative brush of Jac's fingers as his loincloth fell open. His c.o.c.k surged forth, free of its confines, the head had turned almost purple from the strain. He gritted his teeth as Jac trailed her hands along his thick length. He felt as if he'd split asunder if he couldn't enter her now.

I need you, Jac.

Ares closed his eyes and attempted to calm his breath. It seemed to be working, until Jac slipped his staff into her mouth.

Like this?

He released his breath with a hiss. His eyes flew open and bulleted to her. She had an utterly female, almost feline look of satisfaction pasted on her face. Ares glared at her, fighting the desire to thrust in her mouth.

Jac smiled around his c.o.c.k, then flicked her tongue over his crown. Do you like it when I suck you?

The muscles in his abdomen tensed and he groaned. You know I do.

Her lips closed over him forming a firm seal and she began to suck. He thought his head would explode.

You taste so salty and delicious. I could swallow you up.

She watched him, her eyes locked on his face as she began to work her way up and down his staff. Jac's cheeks indented as she increased the pressure, then she wrapped her hands around his base. She had done the same to him earlier. This time Ares didn't think he'd be able to deter her. Not that he wanted to.

Closing her eyes, Jac's head bobbed as she sped up her movements. Ares felt his b.a.l.l.s draw up. He could no longer stop his body's natural reaction, so he thrust, meeting Jac's downward swing. Her eyes opened in surprise for a moment, then closed again.

Ares's hips bucked against her mouth. Those luscious lips of her suctioned firmly around his throbbing c.o.c.k. Jac's blonde bob fell forward brus.h.i.+ng against his overly sensitive skin-that was all it took to send him over the edge. Ares gently gripped Jac's head, holding her in place as he thrust over and over, emptying his seed down her waiting throat. Jac swallowed every drop, never letting up, until the last drop had been drained from his eager body.

He released her and she sat up. A smile played at the corner of her mouth as she deliberately licked her lips. Ares groaned and dropped his head back.

I take it you liked that.

You know I did. Laughter filled his voice. I believe you have drained my life force.

Her eyes sparkled and she gave him a wry grin. Does that mean you're not going to be able to f.u.c.k me? she asked innocently, as if talking in the Atlantean manner was nothing new.

Ares's nostrils flared and his eyes narrowed. For the record, there is nothing on this tiny planet that could keep me from sticking my c.o.c.k inside your p.u.s.s.y right now.

Jac glanced down, under her gaze she saw Ares's c.o.c.k begin to rise from the dead. She looked back at his face, surprise clearly written on her expression. You are a machine.

He smiled. Sheer determination. I have waited a lifetime for this moment.

Jac laughed, then squealed when Ares reached out with lightning speed and pulled her up and under him. She could feel his hard staff dig into her belly. She got all hot and wet, thinking about what would come next. Ares inserted a knee between her thighs and nudged them apart. He kept most of his weight resting on his elbows, but allowed his lower body to pin her to the bed. Jac knew it was a sign of dominance. It was in the tension cording his muscles, the flash of challenge in his jade eyes, and in the spicy scent of his skin as it brushed across her body.

She started to protest and he growled in warning. This was one battle she would not win. He settled himself deeper, her hips cradling his ma.s.sive c.o.c.k and heavy b.a.l.l.s. Ares slipped down, until the head of his c.o.c.k lay positioned at her entrance.

You have no idea what this moment means to me, to claim you for all time. His breath shuddered in his chest.

Jac held his gaze. The intensity burning in Ares's eyes was like being swallowed by an inferno. She felt the tip of his head press into her opening, stretching, pus.h.i.+ng, and filling her as no other could. He didn't hurry, but took his time, inch by exquisite inch, until he seated himself deep within her. Then he began to move, a slow rocking motion as he rotated his hips for deeper penetration. Jac's walls gripped him, as if never wanting to let him go. His thrusts deepened and angled down, catching her c.l.i.t.

Jac's thighs began to tremble at the erotic torture he put her through. He drove into her channel over and over, his hips thrusting and bucking, stabbing and spearing, until Jac writhed beneath him, begging for release. He drove into her then, pistoning. His fingers sunk into the soft flesh at her hips, holding her into place as he plunged again and again into her wet heat.

Please Ares.

Strain marred Ares's handsome face as he continued to ride. Her velvet walls gripped him tight, pulling him deeper and deeper inside. I'll never get enough of you. His lips sought out the rosy buds that had been tormenting his chest. He latched onto her nipple and increased his speed. You make me insatiable. Laving and licking, sucking and kissing, he pulled again and again at her marbled peaks. Jac screamed and he covered her cry with his mouth, plunging his tongue inside her dark recesses, tasting her pa.s.sion.

And then she came. Her p.u.s.s.y clenched around his shaft, pulsating like a thousand tiny mouths. Ares thrust once more following her over the precipice into the abyss below, his seed flowing freely. They lay locked together, stroking each other's arms, Ares secure in the knowledge that they'd just produced a life.

Do you sense the life beginning inside you?

Jac smiled and shook her head. She hadn't, but now that Ares told her, Jac was okay with it. More than that, she was thrilled. Never in a million years did she think she'd ever be happily married with children. Yet here, in Ares's arms, she found a peace that had eluded her all those years in New York. Jac was home. Ares fingers drifted lower, sliding over her flat belly protectively.

I love you.

I love you, too...my fierceness.

Jac knew that any child who came from their mating would be a force to reckon with on this planet or the next.

Epilogue.

The day after Ares and Jac's mating ceremony, the Atlanteans had gathered in a semi-circle around the now erect transport. Queen Rachel had arranged the last of the pieces, activating the system. All remained silent, as everyone concentrated on the unborn child Rachel carried in her womb. She stood with her bare belly facing the opening. Excitement thrummed in the air, as the crowd pressed closer to watch.

Jac stared half in awe and half in terror as Rachel's skin began to glow from the inside out. Beads of sweat dotted her friend's brow. Jac squeezed Ares's hand, the pressure increasing in small increments as her concern grew. A hush fell over the crowd, as the Atlanteans' held a collective breath, all hope riding on her friend's small shoulders.

Suddenly there was a loud crack and light shot out from Rachel's abdomen onto a spot on the transport. The crowd let out a collective gasp and stepped back, moving like a school of fish in the same direction. The stone symbols making up the transport began to rotate counterclockwise and rumble. The sound rose to deafening levels, scaring away all living creatures that could flee. Jac wondered if the animals were the smart ones, as everyone continued to hold their ground.

Rachel's hands flew protectively to her belly. The speed of the turning stones increased until the noise s.h.i.+fted into a steady drone. Faster and faster it whirled like an out of control top, turned sideways. The air in the center area of the transport began to s.h.i.+ft, growing smoky, almost black in the bright sunlight, as if thickening into a solid.

All eyes remained glued on the twisting contraption. A bright light flashed from the transport. A cry of alarm rang out in the group, but everyone stayed, frozen in place, attempting to s.h.i.+eld their eyes with their hands. Rachel's abdomen stopped glowing, but the transport continued whirling. Jac looked to Ares.

"'Tis time to go." He squeezed her hand in rea.s.surance.

Jac's gut clenched.

Eros and Rachel stepped forward to the edge of the black void. Jac pulled free of Ares and rushed forward. She grabbed Rachel in a bear hug, tears stinging the back of her eyes.

"I don't want you to go."

"I know." Her eyes glistened with what could only be described as hope.

"Be careful, you hear?"

Rachel hugged her back, then pulled away. "Everything's going to be all right, Jac." She smiled. "I'll see you on the other side."

Jac nodded, glancing into the unknown before stepping back, fear beating at her chest like a drum. She watched as Eros and Rachel exchanged a loving look and then stepped through, disappearing instantly into the void. Two by two the others followed.

Ares had sent out a few scouts in search of Coridan, but they'd come back unsuccessful in their hunt. No matter the young warrior's past deeds, no one of Atlantean blood would be left behind, especially with the red-devil closing in. And Ares knew he drew nearer. He'd sensed him, along with at least a dozen others making their way toward the village. By the time the b.a.s.t.a.r.d got here, with any luck, the Atlanteans would be gone.

Professor Donald Rumsinger tramped through the brush, antic.i.p.ation fueling his drive. He knew they were within a half click of the famous lost tribe. His pudgy hand moved to the holster at his side, rechecking the pistol secured there. He wasn't taking any chances after what he'd seen over the past few weeks. The men of this tribe were unusually large, virile looking subjects. He looked forward to studying and probing them thoroughly before reporting his findings to the world.

If he happened to encounter Dr. Rachel Evans again, he'd take care of her for good. Anger rolled through him as he thought about her and her friend Jaclyn Ward. The two women had made a fool of him more times than he'd care to remember and he wasn't one to take that lightly. They would pay. He'd make sure of it.

The professor called out to his lead guide, Manuel, "How much further?"

The brown skinned man squinted across the clearing they'd entered. "Twenty minutes at the most," he called back.

The knee-high gra.s.s was unusual in the jungle, but then again so were clearings. Donald Rumsinger stamped his feet to scare off any sleeping reptiles. Poisonous snakes loved to bake in the sun. The professor glanced at the sky and then down at his watch. It was almost two o'clock. They'd lose the light within three hours, as the sun sank below the tree line, leaving the jungle in deep shadow.

"Pick up the pace," Donald shouted to the small caravan of men. He didn't want there to be any chance for the tribe to slip away or hide before their arrival. The jog was hard on the professor. His body wasn't used to these kinds of physical activities. Donald gritted his teeth and wheezed out a breath, propelling his rotund body forward by the sheer excitement pouring through him. He was on the brink of becoming the most famous explorer of the century, perhaps of all time.

Ariel, Jac, and Ares stood in the empty clearing beside the transport, frowning. They'd been unable to locate Coridan and had run out of places to search. If the young warrior had left the jungle there was no telling where he'd gone. He had been shamed, outcast by his own people, for his foolishness. Ares looked to the two women standing beside him.

"We must go, the enemy is drawing nearer."

Ariel's eyes widened, in what looked to be fear. "We cannot leave Coridan behind for the red-devil to find."

Ares blew out a heavy breath, his heart troubled over the loss of a fellow Atlantean, no matter how misguided he'd been. His gaze sought out Jac's, her face instantly softening under his perusal. Ares tucked a strand of hair around her sensitive ear. She s.h.i.+vered.

"I shall stay here until I find him," Ares offered.

Jac's eyes widened to the size of saucers. "You're not staying here without me."

"You must go. Danger draws near."

"What about you? That a.s.shole Rumsinger could hurt you. Or worse. I'm not heading off to another planet without you." She shook her head and crossed her arms over her chest. Her jaw set firmly, leaving no room for argument.

Ares took a step forward, trying to appear threatening. "I will not have my mate putting herself in danger needlessly."

Jac tilted her head and glared at him. "I said I'm staying." Her hands moved to her hips.