[Atlantean's Quest 02] Exodus (8 page)

“How can I trust you? I don’t even know you,” Jac reasoned, fighting panic and the demands of her body. She lost the battle.

She didn’t have to add that she’d never trusted a man in her life, it was probably written across her face. Hell, she wasn’t ready to have kids. At least she didn’t think she was…Her sheath gripped him, urging him into her inner sanctum.

He licked her neck and nuzzled her ear. Jac shuddered.

You know all you need to know about me. I scare you because your body recognizes me as your other half.

Ares pushed deeper, then stopped. Only a couple inches inside her velvet walls and already he was overwhelmed. He fought the urge to rut in her like a wild bull. She fit him perfectly. The seer, Ariel had been correct. This woman was all he’d ever need. Jac would carry his sons and daughters in her womb and they would grow up to be warriors, just like their parents. Ares didn’t bother to tell Jac he couldn’t get her pregnant, because he wouldn’t be fertile until after the joining ceremony.

You bring joy to my heart
.

Her expression turned troubled. “How can you do that?”

He arched a brow. “Do what?”

“Talk to me in my head.”

Ares smiled.
You learn a lot in three thousand years
.

Jac laughed despite herself. “You can’t hear my thoughts can you?”

Ares’s expression softened for a moment. He opened his mouth as if to speak, then as if changing his mind kissed her hard instead.
I fear I can wait no longer to claim you, my fierceness
.

Jac swallowed nervously.

Ares started chanting in a strange language. Heat emanated from his hands and spread throughout her body. Jac felt as if every cell in her began to regenerate, as if the mere act of touching her had turned back the hands of time. But that wasn’t possible. After a few moments the heat subsided.

“It is done,” he said, strain showing on his handsome face.

“What’s done?”

“This,” Ares surged forward embedding himself completely in Jac’s tight sheath.

Jac screamed when she felt her hymen tear. Pain shot through her and she couldn’t seem to catch her breath. It was impossible—no way in hell. She hadn’t been a virgin since her eighteenth birthday party, but there was no mistaking the pain coming from deep inside her. Ares was so large she thought he might have split her in two, her breathing sounded as if she attended a Lamaze class. There had to be a logical explanation, but her mind refused to wrap itself around the idea.

“W—what did you do?” she sputtered out, straining to rise. Jac pushed against his chest.

Ares held himself perfectly still. “I know not what you speak of, my fierceness.”

“V-virgin…I’m not a v-virgin…I mean, I wa-wasn’t…when we started this.”

“I healed you…
all of you
.”

Jac dropped her head back onto the ground. “Remind me to kill you later.”

Ares grinned and then rotated his hips. Jac moaned. He repeated the action until the pain subsided and she was lost. His thrusts grew more frantic, animalistic, his need all consuming, feral. He drove into her wet channel. Her vaginal walls gripped him, pulling Ares back, refusing to let him leave.

His cock pounded into Jac, rocking her, turning her inside out until she balled up into a twisting mass of feelings, emotions—vague impressions.

His thrusts turned frenzied. He reached down and tilted Jac’s hips, so that he could delve deeper still. The muscles in his neck corded. His hands heated, sending an energy burst into her clit.

Jac came so hard stars burst behind her eyelids.

Ares tossed his head back and grit his teeth as he joined her. His seed spilled from his body, filling her channel, his hips continuing to pump, long after his fluids had stopped. Her tunnel felt like fire, wrapping his cock in such volcanic warmth, that he thought he’d be permanently molded to her. All his instincts told him to fuck her again, until he’d driven from her mind every last thought of leaving him.

With a last shudder, Ares reluctantly slipped from Jac’s molten core, then rolled over, pulling her on top of him. He ran a callused finger over her forehead, trying to rub away the frown forming on her pale face. Ares brushed his hand through her silky hair, their bodies drenched in sweat.

“You truly are the most beautiful woman I have ever seen. I am honored to have you as my mate.”

Jac swallowed hard. She didn’t trust herself to speak. The experience had been so wonderful that she didn’t want to ruin it by telling him they weren’t meant to be. She definitely wasn’t the mate type, whatever that was. Jac didn’t have the heart to break it to him.

A lump formed in her throat and she fisted her hands.
Damn it. I’m not the sappy, cry over a poignant commercial kind of gal. I don’t even get emotionally involved. If this big oaf has mistaken sex for something more, then that’s his problem, not mine.

It was time she remembered the reason she’d come down to this hellhole in the first place. Jac was on a rescue mission, not a sexcapade. She needed to remember that—and fast. Rachel was counting on Jac to help her and she wasn’t about to let her friend down, plus she owed the professor a big one. Jac wasn’t one for vigilantism, but sometimes desperate times called for desperate measures.

Ares followed all Jac’s thoughts as they raced from one end of the spectrum to the other. He didn’t like eavesdropping in anyone’s mind, but it was imperative for the taming that he knew what Jac thought. She would be the guide for his next move. He was glad she chose not to submit so easily, it gave him more time to coax her surrender. He felt a stab in the vicinity of his heart when she thought of her friend Rachel.

In all his years, Ares had never experienced guilt before, until now, and he didn’t like it one bit. But he couldn’t lead Jac to her friend or let her know of his full mental abilities until he was sure she was his. Then, and only then, would he take her to the village, where the joining ceremony could be performed.

Luckily his bloodline was different from most Atlanteans’. They were not only adept hunters, but spiritual advisors as well. Their power was so great that they earned a spot of honor among the Atlantean people. Ares didn’t need to wait for the seer’s blessings to physically claim his mate. He could bless the union himself. Ares had pitied his brother in arms, Eros. The King had to wait until after the ceremony before he was allowed to seek his release within the Queen. Eros had walked around before the ceremony for two days with tender balls. Ares had teased him unmercifully. His friend had told him to wait until he met his future mate, then they’d see who laughed.

Fortunately for Ares, his friend had been mistaken. There was nothing to this taming and surrendering process. When Ares returned to the village he’d have to inform everyone how foolish they’d been in warning him. He smiled to himself and stroked Jac’s short blonde hair, his heart swelling with unfamiliar emotion. Tomorrow the marking would begin, binding their warrior hearts for all eternity. If the taming continued half as well as tonight, then they’d be back in the village in no time.

Jac awoke several times in the night to find Ares’s massive cock sliding in and out of her sheath. She’d come more times than she thought was humanly possible. All he had to do was look at her now and Jac’s pussy wept. She couldn’t seem to get enough of him, and he was insatiable. Fucking her at times with his tongue, then flipping her over onto her stomach and driving into her cunt from behind. They’d worn a clearing into the jungle floor from all the tousling. Jac didn’t think she’d ever be able to look at another naked man with the same appreciation as she gave Ares.

Jac had her own living, breathing Tarzan, who fucked like a god. Just thinking about him made her clit pulse and throb. Pretty soon he wouldn’t even need to use his energy beams on her, she’d come by simply looking at him. Jac clenched her inner muscles, in anticipation of squeezing his shaft. She could definitely get used to this man. The thought sobered Jac. This was sex, only sex and to prove it she’d take control, like she always did in her relationships. With the night beginning to fade to dawn, she made her move.

This time it was her turn to set the pace. She sat up, straddling his hips and positioned the head of his cock at her entrance. He had a lazy smile playing at his lips. Jac captured his gaze and then sunk down, taking him deep inside, until she’d swear she could feel him at the back of her throat. Then Jac began to ride, a slow gentle rocking at first, followed by a quick bouncing trot. Soon Jac’s motions took on a full out gallop as she gyrated her hips around and around, rimming his cock base with her wet cunt. Her nails dug into the muscled flesh at his sides.

Jac felt full, stretched beyond imagination, aching. Her pussy gripped him, tempting him to spill his seed. The air around them filled with the aroma of sex and orchids from the nearby trees. The fire had died down to mere embers, but they continued to burst with inextinguishable flames.

Jac fucked Ares hard, grinding her clit against his abdomen at the same time. His chest rose and fell as he labored for each breath. His fingers grasped the round globes of her ass, lifting her up and pulling her down when Jac thought she could take no more.

She leaned over and sucked his flat disc-like nipple into her mouth, it beaded beneath her lips. Jac’s tongue darted out, circling and lapping at his salty chest. Ares’s fingers dug into her flesh and his nostril flared. He bit back a moan as his hips met her halfway, pumping longer and harder. A bellow ripped from his chest and then he exploded. Jac felt his hot seed squirt inside her, like a glorious fountain, jarring, pulsing, and spraying.

She collapsed on Ares’s chest as his orgasm sent her over the edge into oblivion. The world spun around her. Colors grew vivid, sounds intense, smells keen, and tastes explosive. She quivered uncontrollably, her body on a collision course with the unknown. By the time she’d finally returned from her journey, Jac knew she was in deep shit.

For the first time in her life she wasn’t so sure she’d be able to walk away unscathed in the end. Ares stroked his warm fingertips along her back, sending chill bumps over her skin. They lay, breathing as one. An unbroken infinity sign, heat to heat, body to body, soul touching soul.

Fuck.

Fuck.

Fuck me
.

As you wish…
the response rumbled in her head, as his voice dropped seductively lower.

* * * * *

Sunlight broke through the green canopy of the trees as Jac awoke to the sounds of monkeys clamoring. She sat up, her body sore from the sexual workout. Mangos, bananas, breadfruit, and berries rose like a pyramid, piled high next to the now extinct fire. Her eyes immediately sought out Ares. He was nowhere to be found. Jac took a shaky breath, debating whether to dress and bail on him. She knew it would be taking the coward’s way out, if she didn’t stay to face him, but right now she wasn’t feeling too brave, at least when it came to her green-eyed Tarzan.

Jac threw on her clothes and hiking boots, then shoved a few pieces of fruit into her pockets for later. She bolted into the jungle. The heat and humidity had already started to climb to lethal heights, but she didn’t stop. Jac ran, ducking under low hanging vines, leaping over primordial ferns. A few parrots dispersed, their angry squawks ear shattering. But Jac pushed on, her heart heavy in her chest.

Damn it. She didn’t miss the big oaf at all.

The canopy of trees swayed gently, letting the dappled light shine down on the jungle floor. The breeze seemed to whisper Ares’s name. Jac’s eyes began to sting and her lungs burned. She wiped her face with the back of her hand, then glanced down at her fingers, which were now covered in wetness.

I am not crying…damn it.

* * * * *

Morning faded into afternoon, Jac had spent most of the time looking over her shoulder. She wasn’t sure if she should be relieved or disappointed that Ares hadn’t come after her. Maybe in the light of day it had dawned on him that what occurred last night was wonderful, but not something to build a lasting relationship on. Not that Jac knew what it took to do that—she’d had no firsthand experience to speak of.

Jac started around the palm tree, when she heard a twig snap. She froze, her heart slamming against her ribs. Had Ares caught up? Jac strained to hear, attempting to determine if what she’d heard was something or nothing more than her imagination. She pressed her body against the trunk of the liana infested tree and quieted her breathing. The sound came again, this time closer.

Jac grabbed the nearest liana and started to climb, her muscles strained as she hauled her weight up. She reached the top of a limb about fifteen feet above the rainforest floor. From her perch she could make out a man moving slowly toward her previous location. His eyes never wavered from the ground. He dressed in khaki pants and a matching shirt, with thick brown boots covering his feet. His skin was deeply tanned from over exposure to the sun. When he drew nearer, Jac recognized him and her eyes narrowed. He was the guide who had taken her pistols away the night she’d been captured.

Her gaze dropped. Holstered to his trim hips were Jac’s weapons.

Anger sliced through Jac, then she smiled wickedly.
Paybacks are a bitch. And I’m the bitch to do it.
She crouched, ready to pounce when the opportunity presented itself. The man wandered closer and closer still, until he was almost directly beneath Jac’s overhead position. He was about to take another step, when she sprung like a panther from the branch. The man’s head shot up and his cocoa colored eyes widened a fraction of a second before Jac landed on him, knocking the man to the ground.

She didn’t give the guide a minute to recover. Jac jumped to her feet. “Time to say goodnight,” she hissed, kicking him in the face as hard as she could.

His lip split and his head snapped back, stunned. She reached down and unfastened the holster. Groggy, the man started to rise. Jac backhanded him. Her skin slapped against the bone in his face with a sickening whack. She shook out her fingers, making sure she hadn’t broken anything. Her knuckles stung from the contact—punching hurt worse than she’d remembered. Jac pulled the pistols, along with the holster, from his body and fastened them on her hips.