The Heart of War (30 page)

Ares didn’t know what he felt, why she filled his head with helium, making it so light he felt it would float off his shoulders and he would be glad for it. He didn’t know why what had turned in his favor as a simple barter between friends became so electric and heated. Then again he hadn’t destroyed that camp because someone defiled one of his whores long before he came along. Ares did it because he was so angry that Jaakim would dare to touch one like Alena that he couldn’t see straight long before Sha’Quanda finished the story.

“If we do this, you will protect me from them? From your Family?”

“Are we still bartering?”

All rationale and reason fleeing swiftly, Alena grasped for the last bits of both. In the end, he was Ares and Ares had a reputation that didn’t bode well for him. “If we do this, Cernunnos will know. He will send them after me.”

A barter it was. Fine. Ares always did like to get his payment up front. “Let him know. Let him come. I am not afraid.”

Staring into those deep smoldering eyes it was clear to see that no, he wasn’t. Why should he be? He was strong. He was powerful. He had the command of fire. He was a God, which put Ares on even footing with Cernunnos. “I thought you didn’t like virgins. Too much crying.”

Ares cradled his head between her breasts so he could listen to her heartbeat. It was strong and fast. He reveled in the feel of her hands running through his hair and down his back. No woman made him feel this way. He didn’t just want to penetrate her, he wanted to take his time and savor every inch of her. “I lied.”

Why didn’t that surprise her? After all he was Ares, what else should she have expected? “Kiss me again.” Alena couldn’t help herself. Ares wasn’t the best custodian she could think of to hold and protect her heart, but she couldn’t fight what she was feeling any longer. All she could do was surrender to him and the desire swelling within her.

“With pleasure,” Ares whispered, his full lips barely touching hers. When they pressed to hers Alena’s head lit up with electricity and the whole world vanished. When those hot full lips pulled away and his teeth sank into her neck just below her ear, Alena was hopelessly and helplessly lost in the God of War.

The little Fey surrendered just as pretty as you please. Tonight, and every night hereafter, she was his. Her hands were running through his hair, Ares grabbed them as they came together and pinned them up above her head with one hand. Propping himself up on his elbow, he gazed down at the prize he’d won and found it pleasing. The hungry beast between his legs stirred as it realized it was not going to be denied the pleasure it sought

Ares ran the flat of his free hand down Alena’s body from breast to hips and back as his tongue came out to wet his lip and she began to quiver. Alena didn’t know anyone’s touch could feel this good, so much better than her own. There was still fear. Apollo said many things about Ares and if they were true, she could leave this room only to be headed for a pyre of her own.

When his hand reached the place between her legs, the wonder and desire in her eyes flashed fear, unmistakable fear. Letting his fingers linger just a little, allowing them to soak in the musky, silky wetness that clung to her skin, the fear reflected in her eyes was defeated by curious desire. That sweet scent of honeysuckle mixed with the heady scent between her legs filled Ares’ head with passion. He couldn’t wait any longer to take a taste. Ares was long and strong enough to keep Alena’s hands pinned over her head very securely while he bent between into those wet waiting folds. Just to make sure Alena was aware who was in control here, he kept her that way, pinned securely to the bed between the pressure at her wrists and his leg wrapped around hers. Slowly bending his head forward to allow the lustful scent to fill him, his tongue lapped out and he got his first taste of those wet juices. The flat of Alena’s stomach quivered and she let out a heavy rush of air; it sounded like ‘oh God’.

Up until that moment, Alena hadn’t known anything in the world could feel that good. It had to be sinful. Illegal at least. Between the slickness of his tongue and the softness of his beard, she didn’t know which brought a greater sensation of pleasure. She didn’t even think about straining against his hands holding her down, seemed the strength in her body had fled to parts unknown. She lay there filled with lead and helium, a very strange mixture indeed.

God or not, Ares was a red-blooded male and he loved the taste of a woman. Other than the heat of battle, not much got him quite as excited as having a woman below him—or on the side of him or over him, or anywhere really. Moving over her and then between her splayed legs, he let go of her hands. Alena left them in place, which pleased him. Ares got his first look at that pretty flower between her legs, so delicate and full, as it waited to be plucked from the vine.

Another flick of his tongue and another harsh rush of air met his ears. The soft scent of honeysuckle was no longer faint but thick, as though he were standing in an entire field of it on a hot summer day. The taste, oh the taste of her, it was so delicate but empowering as it rushed through him in a river of sweetness. Ares once heard a song, some man crooning about
Tupelo Honey
, he sang of how his woman was just as sweet, in fact she was an angel of the first degree. Now he knew what the man had been singing about with such reverence and feeling.

When the tip of his tongue pushed apart those inner lips and found its way inside she quivered harshly; it went right through her from the top of her head to the toes that curled at her feet. It ran through him as well, made him feel alive and brought the strangest feeling of being connected to someone other than himself. The hands that had surrendered above her head searched out the hides and began to grasp at them greedily. Wanting to get a better look at the softest part of his new prize, Ares pushed the lips apart with his fingertips and found them devoid of the marks of the snake. It bit her on the inside, where it was even softer and warmer than it was here. Alena cooed and sighed as she bit down on her bottom lip, her eyes closed, her slightly misshapen hips searching out his fingers as they arched and rocked toward them, calling them inside. Ares didn’t want to disappoint her. She stopped breathing altogether as he slid his index finger into her with much slow purpose. That didn’t stop her hands from reaching down and grabbing the sides of his head where they ran through his hair. Ares pushed his nimble fingers a little further into her.

Two hundred and forty-five years was a long time to deny the body such basic pleasures. Alena wasn’t going to be denied any longer. With the heat coming off him, Alena nearly felt as though she were burning. As the old song went, it was a lovely way to burn. She felt like a helium filled balloon carried away by a warm current, rising higher and higher into the air up through the layers of the atmosphere, catapulted towards the stars on a journey that might never end. The fingers in his hair turned into talons, hungrily grabbing at him wanting more. Demanding it.

She wasn’t ready and Ares wasn’t sure he was either. That crank of his was growing to full between his legs and he couldn’t control it. As hard as he fought to make it smaller, it wouldn’t yield. The last thing he wanted was to hurt her, not when she was coming to him so sweetly, so willingly. The more of her that rained down on his tongue and the deeper his fingers went, the harder and longer he became. The more he wanted to sink every single inch of it into her.

Only wanting one thing and being able to focus on nothing else, her fingers entwined in his hair and gave a hard yank upward. She pulled him with her hands and nudged him up with her knees. He didn’t stop doing what he was doing between her legs. “Please?” she moaned. “Please?”

It was so hard to hold back but Ares wanted this first. She was close to it; all he had to do was… Two fingers deep inside, he grabbed the hands in his hair with the other hand and held them down on her breasts. “Give it to me,” he demanded. “Now. Give it to me and I’ll give you what you want.” The swelling walls around him grew even wetter as he thought he was only scratching the surface of how much the little Fey wanted to be dominated. If that were the case then she’d come to the right God and the right place.

Other than to say she was burning in paradise, Alena didn’t know what she was feeling. All she did know was that a heated tingle started between her legs and spread quickly outward to her thighs, her hips, her abdomen and then throughout her. Instinct arched her high off the stone bed and some unseen part of her just kept going upward. It ascended, not to the ceiling but out of the cave and rocketed straight up through the atmosphere. Then time simply stopped for one long glorious moment as she hovered high in the sky. The moment was perfect; she wanted to capture it and live in it forever.

Then it burst. Exploded in a great fiery ball.

A quiver, nearly violent in its strength, bolted through her and liquid rushed out of her in a long steady stream as her hips hovered in the air and Ares’ tongue lapped heatedly between her legs. He pushed his face and his fingers further into her and pushed her over the edge of sanity to a place she hoped never to return from. It seemed eternity before it was over and her hips lay on the stone, weak and unable to move.

Wiping the juice off his beard Ares rose between her legs. “Now.” Putting one hand on each knee, he pushed her legs up and forward as he settled between them, still reminding himself to be somewhere near careful. This was her first time.

Reaching out to him before he settled over her, Alena got her first look at Ares’ fully erect cock. It was nearly twice the size it had been yesterday afternoon. “My Lord?”

Apollo was right, Ares loved the way she said that. It made him feel powerful, masterful. “Don’t be afraid,” Ares said softly but still wondering how much he would be able to hold back. “Pain is part of the process but it is not the intent.” His lips still fresh with her juice descended down over hers and the tip of that hard cock pushed its way inside.

It wasn’t so bad at first but then as he went deeper it began to hurt. “Ares? It hurts. Please.”

“Just hold on to me, Alena,” he whispered and felt her weak arms fold around him as his strong ones wrapped around her.

Deeper and deeper he went until the piercing pain turned into piercing delight and her hips rocked upward to greet him. That feeling of flying, of being rocketed through the atmosphere returned. All thoughts of fear fled with all lingering pain, strength returned to the delicate arms around him as they found their way down his hips and clamped on. She pushed him deeper into her with every thrust. “Don’t stop,” Alena whispered and nuzzled her face into the nape of his neck where she began to nibble at the salty sweaty skin. “Don’t ever stop.”

Alena wasn’t the only one who felt she was flying; Ares gave over to the sensation as well. He abandoned all thoughts of harming her when he realized he couldn’t get any deeper into her if he tried. She had the full of his shaft from stem to stern buried within in her hot, wet, and oh so snug little hole. Because of it, perhaps, he lost all desire to thrust away like a wild jackrabbit and instead slowly soak inside her. Wanting to climb higher and higher, but not let the journey end. He felt her heart beating against his as her bare breasts pushed against his haired chest and those lips worked his neck.

“Kiss me again, please, kiss me again,” she whispered against his neck and tilted her head upward for his lips. That wasn’t exactly what she wanted to say. Alena wanted to tell Ares that she loved him. Like Onya, she wasn’t sure what Love was, this could easily be Lust, which could be just as good. There was that last little bit of fear clinging to her heart. It was one thing to give him power over her body, but another thing to lay her heart at the feet of the God of War. His lips met hers and her legs clamped down over his waist, pulling him and holding him as deeply into her as she could get him. If she could, Alena would slit herself open and let him crawl inside to live forever safe within her.

Just before her lips parted his, Ares realized he was coming to a great appreciation of kisses, soft little things he’d never had use for in the past. Yet his lips tingled even as she buried her face between his chin and chest, letting the feeling of their joined hips take her away once more. The heat between them began to bubble to fruition. The shaft in her giving so much pleasure and the most delightful bit of pain hardened even further. Her lips pressed to his broad chest and her fingers entwined in the hair there as they ran along the thick ripples of muscle. She never wanted to be anywhere else or in the arms of another man. For the first time since she was small, Maggie MacLeod felt as though she’d come home and it was a warm safe wonderful place. Flying upward past the clouds nestled in the haven of his strong arms, she abandoned all Earthly thoughts as did Ares.

Ares though he’d never cum, the climax would never complete, it would simply elude him forever and if that was the case then that was just fine with him. He could stay here lost in her arms forever and call it a bargain. All he’d seen and done over his 5,000 years on this planet, to be here, in this moment, was bliss. He never wanted to lose it.

All Good Things Must Cum To An End…

…Or perhaps just a heated beginning…

Taking his face in her hands, his ruggedly handsome face, and tracing her fingertips through his beard she looked up into those dark eyes and made her confession. “I love you.” The words slipped past her lips without conferring with her mind first. The deed was done and her heart would forever belong to him. What he did with it remained to be seen.

“And I you.” It was what he always said when one of his women—or any woman—lost in the throes of passion looked up and said she loved him. Females were so prone to doing that type of thing; they seemed to believe some sort of romantic connection was necessary or at least implied when they did this. It was a cheap and effective way out. It never felt cheaper than it did right now. Alena’s stormy eyes misted as a tear ran down her cheek. Ares wiped it away with a gentle hand. “Say you’re mine. Only mine. Always.”