Exodus

by Jordan Summers

  “I’m so glad you changed your mind,” Rachel hiccupped out.

  Jac felt her eyes growing misty. Probably allergies, she thought, because there was absolutely no way she was crying. She never cried—yesterday had been an exception to a very long standing rule in her life.

  And, well, today was like any other, except she’d gotten married to a warrior from another planet. The man she loved. No reason to cry about that. Jac swiped at her eyes with the back of her hand, before pulling out of Rachel’s firm grip.

  “Stop that right now,” Jac pointed to Rachel’s watery eyes, attempting to scold.

  Rachel laughed and hugged her again. Jac felt her own grip tightening on her friend’s shoulders.

  “Boy, wouldn’t Brigit freak if she could see us now,” Jac whispered against Rachel’s hair, then she pulled back.

  The women stared at each other, sudden sadness coming upon them.

  Rachel sighed. “It’s your wedding day. We shouldn’t be thinking about sad things today.”

  Jac nodded, but her mind continued to wander over the miles, to Brigit. She’d be waiting for news of Jac’s progress in finding Rachel. How could Jac leave her without explanation, head off to another planet and not let her know that she and Rachel were fine? Jac’s heart squeezed, fresh tears filled Rachel’s brown eyes. Jac didn’t have to be telepathic to know they were thinking the same thing.

  “What are we going to do?” Rachel asked.

  Jac let out a worried breath. “I’m not sure, but we can’t leave without a word. That wouldn’t be right.”

  Rachel frowned. “I know, but we can’t go back to New York. It would draw too much attention to this place. It’s bad enough Rumsinger’s slinking around down here, like the weasel he is.”

  Jac’s expression hardened. “I should have shot that bastard when I had a chance.”

  Rachel nodded. “He’ll get what’s coming to him. I have no doubt in my mind, even if we have to come back to Earth to do it.” She smiled, confidence radiating from her.

  “Tomorrow I’m going to try to open the portal.” Rachel’s hands went to her mostly flat belly. “Well the baby and I are going to.”

  Excited whispers raced through the crowd.

  Jac squeezed her friend’s hand, and then glanced around at the Atlanteans’ smiling faces. In the back of her mind, Jac still had doubts that the transport would work, but for now she’d at least show her support for Rachel. “I never thought I’d be going into space, always figured it was Brigit’s job.”

  They both cracked up again, thinking about their friend’s love of science fiction and her desire to experience space travel firsthand.

  Rachel led Jac to where Ares stood chatting with Eros. She handed Jac into Ares’s waiting arms and then snuggled against Eros’s side.

  “’Tis time to feast,” Eros announced and led the procession over to the great table, which had already been laid out with fresh fruits, breads, and exotic orchids.

  Ares and Jac sat side by side to Eros’s right, while Rachel took a seat on the left. They were at the head of the table with Ariel positioned at the opposite end. The Atlanteans’ passed food to the newly mated couple first, then on to the rest of the guests at the table. Conversations varied from excitement over leaving, to what they were going to miss the most. Some even discussed the prospects of finding their true mates.

  Jac still didn’t quite understand the whole true mate business, but she recognized true love. In the end the decision had been simple, there was only one man for her—Ares. She continued to listen to the conversations with one ear, enjoying the fresh slices of mango on her plate. It seemed like no matter where you were from, problems in life were all the same. At some point or another, all people had to contend with moving, loss, and love. She smiled, reassured by the normalcy thrown into an otherwise abnormal situation.

  Ares’s hand rested protectively on her knee, as if he were trying to reassure himself that she was really there and not going anywhere. The air surrounding the table seemed to spark with a life of its own. It felt as if the temperature had risen by ten degrees within the last few minutes. Jac would have attributed the warmth to body heat, but they were outdoors, so it couldn’t have made that much of a difference. If she’d had a shirt on, Jac would have tugged at the collar. She ran her hand over her neck in an attempt to soothe her prickling skin.

  Jac’s gaze darted along the table, searching to see if anyone else noted the change, but no one seemed to be paying attention. Rachel continued to pick at the bread and fruit on her plate. Every time she looked at Eros, a goofy expression crossed her face. Jac hoped she didn’t look like that when she looked at Ares. If so, someone needed to shoot her now and put her out of her misery.

  Ares laughed, sending her a sideways glance. “There will be no shooting today.”

  “Keep out of my mind. It’s not a seven-eleven.” Jac glared, but knew her bark sounded much worse than her bite right now.

  He grinned at her, his jade eyes sparking. “I know not what you speak of, but I understand the meaning nonetheless.” Ares gave her knee a squeeze under the table.

  Jac stared at him and couldn’t help but smile. He was so handsome. And right now the light in his eyes made him look like a mischievous little boy up to no good. She snorted and turned back to her food, amazed by the circumstance that brought her here and how strange a curve life had thrown at her.

  The sun set a few hours later and everyone moved away from the table, gathering around a fire that had been built earlier in the center of the compound. The mood was buoyant as plans were made for tomorrow’s journey. Ares stood behind Jac, cradling her against his chest, his arms about her waist. His chin rested atop her head, as if they’d been made for each other.

  The bruises that had marred his body yesterday were all but faded. His peoples’ ability to heal was impressive. Jac sank back into his warmth, relishing his returning strength. The river had been a close call, too close for Jac. She didn’t want him putting himself in anywhere near that kind of danger again. Even though logically she knew it had been out of his control.

  Are you happy? he whispered in her mind.

  Jac thought for a moment and realized she actually was surprisingly ecstatic. Very…and you?

  More than I thought possible, now that I have you in my life to stay.

  Are you trying to sweet talk me?

  He purred. Maybe…

  Jac playfully jabbed him in the ribs with her elbow and laughed. Well it’s working.

  The dancing is about to start. Do you want to join in?

  Jac smiled. She had other things on her mind and it didn’t have anything to do with dancing. Ares rubbed his hardening cock against her backside.

  If you’re not careful…I may take you back to the hut right now.

  Jac swayed her hips, suggestively. Who’s stopping you?

  Ares let out a growl and picked Jac up, tossing her over his shoulder, caveman style. Jac squealed, her hands coming down to pretend to beat on his back. With one arm he clasped her, holding her in place, while the other playfully slapped her on the bottom. Jac choked with laughter, only Ares heard the moan she tried to conceal. His smile widened as he strode off into the jungle, leaving the others to pair up for the night. He had plans for his mate and they didn’t include watching an orgy.

  Ares strode down the trail toward his hut, his hands resting on Jac’s long legs. He imagined the myriad of ways in which he would give her pleasure tonight. He’d take her slow and easy, hard and fast, and every way in between. His cock hardened to the point of pain as he thought about her long legs draped over his shoulders as he lapped her folds. He would hear her scream of release at least seven times before he’d let her seek rest. There would be nothing he would not give her, nothing he would not do. Tonight was for fantasies, his, hers, and theirs. And they’d start the second the flap covering the door dropped.

  He picked up the pace, the sudden urgency too intense to ignore. Ares slid his
fingers under the jade skirt covering Jac’s sex. His hand found her bottom and he began to massage. He traced her crack, trailing one finger down its length. Ares felt Jac tense as she recalled exactly what he’d done to her earlier today. He followed the line all the way around until he encountered her already moist sex. Jac shuddered as he circled her entrance a couple of times then continued down her thighs.

  Ares grinned. He liked teasing Jac. She would willingly play any game he put forth, adventurous enough to take said game and turn it into her own. Tonight they’d test each other limits, discover boundaries to pass. His blood heated at the thought of her resting upon his face as he drove his tongue inside her awaiting channel, spearing her.

  They reached the hut and Ares released Jac, setting her upon her feet. He stepped through the door holding up the hides so that she could enter. He turned a palm to the fire pot on the table and sent an energy burst out, the flames leapt to life. A soft glow illuminated the hut. Ares moved to the hidden compartment in the side wall, opened it and began removing the items he planned on using tonight. There were oils, similar to the ones Eros had prepared Jac with, brushes of various sizes, and a couple of scarves.

  “What are you doing?” Her eyes narrowed, but her voice held a playful lilt.

  Ares waggled his eyebrows at her. “Preparing…”

  He juggled the items in his hands, careful not to drop any of them as he made his way to the table. He placed the items out, then began to examine the fruit. He picked out bananas and several camu camu, since they were similar in size to a plum and set them aside. Ares opened up a container of oil, poured some in his palm, and then began to rub his hands together. He didn’t want to think about the fact that Eros had done the same thing when he’d come to prepare Jac for the mating ceremony.

  Anger rose in Ares, at the thought of any man, including his friend, laying their hands upon his mate. The seer had come close to restraining him, to keep Ares from returning to his hut to stop the preparation. He’d gone mad as jealousy ate at his insides.

  Ares took a deep breath, exhaling slowly. It was over and done. The ceremony had been completed, the healing performed. His eyes sought Jac. She stood near the door where he’d left her, watching him with hunger burning in her blue depths. The thought of stoking that fire had Ares hurrying with his task.

  Ares approached Jac, his hands dripping with oil. Her eyes widened and her breathing hitched. He reached out and gently took her palm in his, twining his fingers through hers, locking her to him. Ares gave her a slight tug and she stepped forward.

  I wish I could say that I promise not to bite, but it would be a lie, I’m afraid.

  Nervous laughter bubbled from Jac. You don’t have to make that promise on my account. I love a good nip or two. Jac licked her lips suggestively.

  Instead of leading her to the bed, Ares walked Jac to one of the chairs situated around the table. The air was warmer there, near the fire pot, and he could easily reach the items he needed. Before allowing her to sit down, he slid the skirt over her hips, letting it drop to the floor. It made a slight rustle before settling on the ground. He held up her hand to help her step from the material, then guided her to the seat. Jac’s breathing had deepened, causing her nipples to quiver. Ares focused on her face, trying to ignore the tempting morsels so near his heated mouth.

  Once she’d sat down, he dropped to his knees. His hands came to rest on her thighs. Ares’s eyes locked with Jac a second before he spread her wide, opening her for his perusal. When he had her positioned like he wanted, Ares sat back on his heels and stared. Jac’s pussy was total perfection, pink and puffy, lightly furred, and held an odor of spicy musk that was enough to drive him insane. He licked his lips in anticipation. Mirroring him, Jac did the same.

  Have I told you how beautiful I find you?

  No, she whispered in his mind.

  Ares stroked her a couple times, teasing the flesh with his callused fingers.

  So soft…so sweet…so wet. And it’s all for me.

  “For you,” she groaned. Jac closed her eyes and bit her lip. Before she opened them again, Ares picked up the camu camu fruit. The plum like fruit although sweet to the taste, came loaded enough stimulants to keep a bull elephant awake for a month. Not that the fruit affected Ares that way. His people were immune to the plants indigenous to this planet.

  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 passes and the camu camu lay covered in Jac’s own juices. Ares circled her clit, 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.

  Shivers 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 bypassing her clit.

  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 assault, 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 sex, 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 orgasm, even though he hadn’t really touched her. The tension building within her had been too much.

  Oh, god.

  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 clit, 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 massaged her G-spot over and over, eventually drowning Jac in another release. His large palms covered her breasts. 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 shifted 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. H
is cock 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 anticipation. 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 shifted 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 sex was made to be fucked by my tongue and cock 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 orgasm slams into you, sending you over the edge, until there is no you, no me, only us.