Atlantean's Quest Volume 2

by Jordan Summers

  She nodded.

  Be sure, for once I accept your offer I will not release you from this unspoken bargain. The question filtered wordlessly between them.

  Her gaze widened, then her brow wrinkled in confusion, but she did not change her answer. Instead, she waited for his next move.

  There was no link in place, only this delicate chain, but somehow she’d heard him. Heard every word. Orion felt the shock all the way to his core. It shouldn’t have been possible. What was it about Earthlings that made them so…different? Special? He stared at Brigit. Indecision colored her delicate features. This was new territory for them both. Orion’s shock was quickly replaced by pleasure. It was time to reel in his woman.

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  Chapter Four

  Brigit pretended to struggle against the leash, her hands clawing at the collar, causing Orion’s muscles to flex under the light. She watched his breathing deepen and his pupils dilate. Seeing his response sent a thrill of triumph coursing through her blood. Color bloomed in his cheeks. He liked this game. A lot.

  She continued to lead them down the catwalk. Halfway to the end she dropped to her knees and slinked toward him on all fours. For a second, Orion looked as if he’d take a step back, then he stilled, his gaze roaming over her. The intensity she saw there sent delicious shivers rippling through her body, hardening her nipples, wetting her sex until she feared it would show through her costume.

  Brigit rubbed her body against Orion’s calf, arching her back like a cat in need of attention. Then she sat back onto her knees and raked her nails down the length of his thighs. She saw the material of his spacesuit costume bulge below his waist. Brigit flicked her gaze up, capturing his eyes. His fists bunched in the chain. Suddenly, she couldn’t resist. She reached out and clasped his hand. Her tongue flicked out a second later, tasting the salty desire covering his skin.

  She knew she played a dangerous game, but for the life of her Brigit couldn’t stop. Something urged her on. Something feminine and needy demanded she stake her claim on this man in front of Con and the world, even if it was only for a day.

  Brigit dropped his hand, after taking a teasing nip and then started to crawl away. A quick yank on the chain brought her up short. The look in Orion’s eyes arrested her. Brigit felt the proverbial chain of control slip from her grasp. She’d pulled the tiger’s tail one too many times and now he was ready to strike. She loved every second of it.

  Orion growled. The thunderous sound shot straight to her clit. Her heated flesh began to throb and pulse beneath the material of her dress. Goddess, she wanted this man. Screams and hollers rang out from around them. Brigit could barely hear them over the sound of the blood roaring in her ears. She wished the room full of strangers would disappear, so she could shamelessly fuck Orion right here on stage. The skin on her body pulled tight as nerves she never knew existed, attempted to bore to the surface.

  The chain grew slack. She decided to move, it was either that or stand and rip Orion’s clothes off. Bad idea. It would probably cause the women in the room to stampede. And right now, Brigit wasn’t about to share. She tried to slink down the stage, but it was hard to do with her arms and legs shaking beneath her.

  She glanced over her shoulder. Orion’s glazed eyes remained locked on her ass, following its movement like an angry bull obsessed with a matador’s red cape. She added an extra wiggle to her hips, watching his nostrils flare and his lungs labor for air. He was ‘thisclose’ to losing control.

  This was fun, she thought a second before the game came to an end.

  Orion pulled on the chain, drawing her nearer. Brigit knew she should be worried, but really, what could he do onstage surrounded by a room full of people? His thick fingers reached under the collar to pull her to her feet. He stuck his nose against the side of her head and inhaled. She trembled and the crowd let out a collective whoop. Orion seemed unconcerned with their presence. He drew one of her hands away from her body and started nibbling her fingertips, slowly making his way up her arm. His tongue swirled over each bite, caressing and inflaming.

  Brigit tried to pull away, but he held her steady. Then he stuck out his tongue completely and licked her like an ice cream cone. Her eyes bulged. Orion could shame that bass player from that famous makeup-wearing rock band with that thing.

  Where was her measuring tape when she needed it?

  Orion didn’t give her much time to dwell on his tongue’s impressive length. Brigit realized the flaw in her thinking, when he wrapped her in his arms, draping the cape vampire-style around their bodies for privacy. He swept her mouth into a searing kiss while his fingers played ring-around-the-rosey with her clit beneath the cape.

  Brigit gasped in shock, but couldn’t stop him as heat surged through her and she came hard. Orion’s lips devoured her cries before they could escape. She bucked in his grip, but he held her against him, protectively, guiding her movements. The crowd only saw a couple exchanging a passionate embrace.

  Stars swirled behind her eyelids. When he finally pulled back, Brigit heaved air into her lungs. The cape fell away, but he kept his hand resting casually at her waist. Only she and Orion knew he was the only thing preventing her from collapsing to the floor.

  The announcer climbed onto the stage and walked toward them with microphone in hand. “Wow! What a kiss! I think it’s hot in here, don’t you folks?”

  The crowd roared in agreement.

  “Brigit and Orion are one hot couple. Let’s hear it for them.”

  The audience exploded in applause.

  “The judges are tallying the votes now. While we’re waiting, I’d like the other couples and solo entrants to come out on stage.”

  Rick and Dorothy pushed their way to the front. Both wore scowls. Brigit couldn’t care less. She blinked, trying to bring reality back. She’d never orgasmed so quickly or quite so hard and never in front of an audience. Orion’s hands definitely had a magic touch that would be far too easy to get used to.

  Someone walked onto the stage and handed the announcer an envelope. He ripped it open and glanced at the names. A second later he smiled at the audience. “The third place winners are Ryan and April with their alien huntress and prey costumes. Give them a hand.”

  Brigit clapped, her hands clumsily coming together on the off beat.

  “The second place winners are…Rick and Dorothy.”

  Rick’s and Dorothy’s lips thinned over their teeth in sneers. They stepped forward and accepted the trophy. Dorothy’s eyes spit venom, while Rick looked at Brigit sheepishly, not bothering to hide the longing in his brown depths.

  Orion squeezed Brigit’s side and she jumped.

  “The first prize goes to, yep, you guessed it, Brigit and Orion. Come over here you two.”

  Orion released her and Brigit instantly felt the loss of warmth. They stepped forward in sync. He reached for the trophy, then passed it over to her. Brigit beamed. She couldn’t help it. “We did it!” she said.

  Orion grinned. “Is this piece of metal all you remember about our performance?”

  “Hardly.” She blushed. “I can’t believe you did that.”

  “Did what?” he asked, his face the picture of innocence.

  She elbowed him. “You know.”

  “No one knows what happened, but you and I.”

  Brigit glanced around at the people and realized Orion was right. “You were terrific with the chain and all. Thanks for holding me up so I didn’t fall.”

  “I’d never let you down,” he stated with such sincerity that her heart fluttered in response.

  They strolled off the stage, accepting congratulations as they made their way through the milling crowd. Brigit didn’t even mind that Orion seemed to be dragging her along. She chuckled. Someone was obviously in a hurry to get back to the room.

  When they entered the relative quiet of the hall, he stopped. “We must speak. I have much to tell you.” Orion met her eyes all mirth gone.

  From his tone, Brigit
braced to receive his version of a “Dear Brigit” speech. Her head began to pound as panic set in. She didn’t think she could handle that after what they’d shared on stage. Her palms began to sweat.

  “Let’s go to the room,” she said. Having an audience would only make whatever he told her that much worse.

  They reached her room a short time later. Orion opened the door without asking for a key. She frowned, wondering how he’d done it, but stepped into the room behind him. The lights were off because she’d forgotten to leave them on. She heard him fumbling in the dark. A second later the lamp came on, bathing the room in buttery light.

  Orion watched her like a hungry lion ready to take down a gazelle.

  She cleared her throat. “Y-You said you wanted to talk.” It was better to get this over with. Though she had no doubt that it would not lessen the pain.

  He looked at her. “I’ve changed my mind. We’ll talk later,” he said, then pulling off his boots.

  All Brigit’s senses went on alert. She stood frozen just inside the room. Blindly, she reached behind her to shut the door and snick the latch, locking them inside.

  “Come here.” Orion’s throat sounded raw like he’d been gargling pebbles. He raised his arm and beckoned her with a lone finger, which was as effective as placing her on a conveyor belt.

  Brigit registered his words and the meaning behind them. Her body moistened and her nipples perked. Eager and more than ready, it still took her a moment to get her wobbly legs to cooperate. Move, damn you. She sauntered across the room, which only took a few steps, but felt like a zillion miles in her current condition. Heat pooled in her limbs, leaving them leaden. Her skin bristled against her nerves, causing a thousand tiny explosions to detonate at once.

  Orion didn’t grab her immediately. Instead, he caressed her with his gaze, drinking in her shape like a dehydrated hitchhiker guzzling water in Death Valley. A moment later he reached for her. He may leave her tomorrow, but at least they’d have tonight.

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  The clothing ripped easily as he tugged the covering away from her glistening white skin. She glowed like the moon that orbited this planet. Brigit whimpered as his mouth descended to one of her nipples. The second his lips made contact with her skin she gasped. Orion growled. The taste of her flesh was intoxicating and he hadn’t even delved into her sex yet.

  How many years had he spent searching for this sensation? This taste? This touch? This type of connection?

  Too many.

  Orion peeled the rest of the barely there costume away from Brigit’s body, then reared back to look his fill. She was small, but perfectly shaped. More than enough woman for him to feast upon. He’d tease her into pleasure she’d never even known existed, taking her body to heights she’d be unable to return from. He fought to keep from throwing her on the bed and plunging his cock inside her quim.

  He glanced at the trophy on the container holding her clothes, happy that he’d been able to help her obtain it. But it was nothing compared to the lush prize in front of him. Now that he’d managed to get her away from Rick, he’d make sure she stayed away.

  Orion plowed his hands into her red tresses, luxuriating in the feel of the silky hair as it glided through his fingertips. He’d never seen anything quite so beautiful. It reminded him of Zaronian sunsets over the Tazda Sea, as the last rays of the sun bled into the water.

  In the back of his mind he heard the tremor of a warning that he could no longer heed. He was too far gone to stop touching her now. He skimmed her dusky nipples with the back of his knuckles, grazing her flesh until they puckered even tighter, riping a whimper from Brigit’s throat. He catalogued the sound in his mind, planning to replay it later after he’d delivered his message and departed.

  Brigit quivered as he teased her lush peaks. Sweat beaded his brow as he exerted viselike control over his growing need. Orion expected to hear fabric ripping any moment as his cock expanded, tenting his flight suit.

  He skimmed his rough hands over Brigit’s bare shoulders, her skin flushed and fevered beneath his touch. Gooseflesh rose in his wake. The citrus scent of her skin blended seamlessly with her natural juices. He couldn’t seem to get enough of touching her. He wanted her this second, but held back. He had to make sure her body was prepared for his invasion. Orion knew he wasn’t a small man and Brigit seemed diminutive by comparison. He wouldn’t rush and take the chance of injuring her. Tonight was for pleasure.

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  Brigit’s head was spinning. Her nipples were so engorged they hurt. Every rasp of Orion’s fingertips brought her closer to completion. Never in all of her years of dating had she ever brought a guy back to her room and allowed him to rip her clothes off. None of the guys she’d gone out with were the clothes-ripping type.

  She had to admit that Orion didn’t exactly fit into the “typical” guy category, but still…

  She followed his large hands as they moved to the front of his costume. It didn’t exactly unzip when he touched the material, it simply separated without a sound. Brigit had never seen anything like it. Later, she’d ask him where he got the material, but for now she wanted to feast her eyes on what the outfit revealed.

  She watched as Orion pulled the cloth away from his chest. His blue and green eyes glittered with intensity. Brigit licked her suddenly dry lips as the rings piercing his nipples appeared. She’d never dated a guy with multiple piercings before. She had a whole new appreciation for body jewelry. Brigit moved, lifting the tattered material from her arms, not once looking away from Orion’s chest—until he dropped his pants.

  Good Goddess, what in the hell was that? And why was it silver?

  She blinked. Then did so again, but it remained unchanged. Well that wasn’t exactly true. It was growing, rising like a leviathan out of the dark nest of curls surrounding it.

  Brigit felt her eyes bug out of her head. Where did he think he was going to put that monster? She reached over and grabbed the measuring tape from the bedside table.

  “What are you doing?” he asked stepping out of reach.

  “Humor me, I have to know. How long is this thing?”

  Warily, he watched her hands move toward his shaft. “Length? I know not what you mean.”

  She rolled her eyes. “Oh, come on. You mean to tell me you’ve never measured yourself?” she asked pointing at his cock, incredulity filling her voice. “I don’t believe it.”

  “Why would I? I’ve never had complaints.” He crossed his arms over his massive chest. “Quite the contrary.”

  Brigit snorted. “I bet not. That would be like spitting on Santa for bringing you a new sports car on Christmas morning.”

  Orion blinked. “You speak in riddles. Who is this Santa? Translate.”

  “You really are a trip.” She shook her head, ignoring the strange sensation in her gut that told her something wasn’t right. “You have to know that you’re hung like…like… Well let’s just say I’m going to start calling you Godzilla.”

  His face reddened and his nostrils flared. White lines bracketed his thinning lips. “I know not what creature you’re comparing me to but you should know I do not appreciate your harsh words.”

  Brigit laughed then, she couldn’t help it. Since when did a guy get pissed off over his anatomy being compared to a gigantic lizard? “You are a very strange man, Orion. Gorgeous, but strange.”

  “I assure you I am quite acceptable where I come from. Women all over the galaxy seek me out.”

  “I have no doubt. You want to tell me where you got those rings?” Brigit pointed casually, but she could feel her face heating under his perusal and her hand shook. Crap! She locked her fingers behind her.

  “They were applied on Katron. I was young and foolish at the time, but they’ve since served me well.” His lips quirked upward.

  Brigit arched a brow and then inched closer. “Do you know the rings are beginning to glow?”

  “Yes,” he purred like a Bengal tiger nursing a felled d
eer. “I can feel them.” The smile that spread across his face was positively illegal.

  Brigit stepped back instantly, her body on alert. “What?”

  “Would you like to see what else they can do?” He removed the mask she’d given him and stalked forward, leaving his uniform pooling at his feet.

  Brigit scooted back. There had to be a battery pack somewhere. “I-I don’t think so, hotshot. I believe I’ve seen enough.” But she hadn’t, not really. If she were brutally honest with herself, Brigit would admit that she could stare at him forever. Her heart somersaulted at the thought. It would be so easy to fall for this man. If she were being honest, part of her already had.

  “You may have seen enough, but you have yet to experience my Katronian rings. They say the rings can transport a woman to another galaxy.” He licked his bottom lip and inched forward.

  Brigit’s body thrummed at the prospect of him catching her, but her mind had other ideas. She glanced around, looking for a quick escape. Orion was bigger than she was and probably a lot faster, which wouldn’t take much since she never ran anywhere, for anything, not even to catch a cab. She decided to make an exception now. Could she make it to the door before him?

  As if he’d read her mind, Orion pounced, knocking her to the bed. He landed on top of her, keeping the bulk of his weight balanced on his elbows, pinning Brigit to the mattress from the waist down.

  She squeaked. Not a very ladylike sound, but it was the best she could muster given the circumstances. Brigit inhaled to tell him to get off, then her breasts made contact with his bare chest and her mind ceased to function. The silver rings piercing his flat disk-like nipples scraped over her skin. Instead of being cold, the metal seemed to heat on contact. Her body bowed. Goddess, he felt good. More than good. Decadent. And a damn sight better than any Belgian chocolate she’d ever consumed. He even beat Squishy Bears candy.

  He shifted and the rings of his cock slid between her legs, resting on the soft, moist nest of curls between her thighs. Brigit tried to move, squirm away, to escape. The rings pulsed. At least that’s what it felt like, but that was impossible, wasn’t it?