[Atlantean's Quest 01] The Arrival by Jordan Summers Page A

Ariel away, taking himself in hand. He needed his mate, not the seer.
    He groaned as he envisioned Rachel’s sable curls clutched in his hands. He’d gently guide her head up and down on his cock, while she took him deep inside her mouth. His breathing grew ragged and his balls drew up. At this rate he wouldn’t last much longer. Eros squeezed the base of his cock, attempting to prolong the sweet misery. In his mind, he saw Rachel’s pink tongue dart out and lick the length of him. That was all it took to send Eros over the edge.
    His eyes flew open and he spurted, his seed falling to the dirt floor. His body shook as he released his cock and resettled his leather straps. Forgive my rudeness, seer. I know not what ails me.
    I believe I do . Ariel laughed, then stood before him, saying no more. Eros kissed her on each nipple, then left her quarters.
    He had only been able to take the edge off his desire for Rachel momentarily. He’d hoped release would alleviate his need, but if anything he wanted her more. As of this moment he was claimed, no longer allowed to join with another female. He waited to feel a moments discomfort at the thought, but none came.
    The time had come to claim his woman.

    * * * * *
    Rachel awoke with a start. Her giant stood over her holding clothes and a small bowl, his sexy mouth quirked in a lazy smile. His eyes burned like molten lava. Clean blond hair hung past his waist in waves.
    She sat up, trying to blink the cobwebs from her sleepy head. His face had been painted in a tribal design similar to those found in Polynesian cultures. She looked out the window. The sky was pitch-black. A few stars were visible where the night breeze blew the leaves apart in the dense treetops. A small fire burned in a kiva, set in the middle of the room.
    How long have I been asleep?
    “Not long,” he answered aloud.
    Rachel’s jaw dropped. “You speak English.” It wasn’t a question. He’d shocked her, not only because of the language he used, but because he’d answered her… thoughts .
    “Do you prefer we converse in another dialect?” He raised a teasing brow.
    “No.” She stared at those mesmerizing eyes. “English is fine.”
    “Good.”
    “What…why…where am I?” Rachel looked around the small hut, as she tried to get her thoughts in order.
    Thoughts … he can read my thoughts, all of my thoughts . She grimaced as she recalled exactly where her thoughts had been earlier. “Hey, why didn’t you answer me when I tried to talk to you earlier?”
    His eyes sparkled with amusement.
    “I bet you’re getting a real kick out of all this.” She waited, but he said nothing, so she continued. “I didn’t mean what I was thinking earlier.”
    “Which thoughts were those?” He put the bowl down on a little table and crossed his arms over his wide chest, the clothes still tightly in his grasp.
    Rachel flushed as all the carnal thoughts she’d had involving him rushed back into her mind.
    “Oh, those.” He smiled, giving her a knowing look. “I rather liked those in particular, especially coming from you.”
    “I just bet you did, pal.” Rachel stood up and put her hands on her hips. Her embarrassment faded into anger. “I want you to take me back to the expedition.”
    The giant’s face closed down, hardening into an unblinking mask. “There will be no returning.”
    “What exactly do you mean?”
    “I mean you shall not leave this place to return to your world.”
    “What? I have to go back,” she shrieked. “You don’t understand. I have a life, a job—friends. I can’t give that up.”
    “You don’t have a choice.”
    “You mean you aren’t giving me one.” Rachel snorted. “I’ll escape, you know.”
    “I don’t think so.”
    “I will the first chance I get.” Rachel knew she sounded petulant, but she couldn’t help herself.
    He shrugged his massive shoulders, as if her threat meant nothing. “I’m here to prepare you for your new position.” He picked