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  For a moment nothing happened, then slowly his facial expression changed from jovial to tense. Everyone at the table stopped talking. A few giggled. Eros shifted in his seat, tugging at his sarong. Red tinged his high cheekbones and he couldn’t seem to swallow the food he’d taken a bite of for his jaw seemed locked in place. Everyone was staring at them.

  Oops! So much for keeping the thought private. Rachel giggled and looked straight ahead, trying to pretend it didn’t happen. She could feel Eros’s heated gaze upon her, at any moment she expected her clothes to burst into flames.

  The party’s volume returned with added fervor. Food was playfully tossed into waiting mouths, the innocent act a strange kind of Atlantean foreplay as the mood of the tribe shifted. With the bounty consumed, women and men began to clear the table.

  A fire was built up in the center of the village. Men brought out various musical instruments, some resembling flutes, others guitars, and began to play. The melody remained light and airy, almost dreamlike in its depth until two men approached carrying drums.

  Primal, forbidden, the beat began luring everyone into the circle with promises of pleasure.

  The Atlantean women shed their clothing and began a slow seductive dance around the fire in time to the primitive pulse. They fondled their breasts, displaying their prominent nipples to the men’s eager faces. Swaying their rounded hips enticingly, they bent over and began to fondle themselves.

  The music intensified and so did their movements. They became animalistic, dropping to the ground, reaching for the night sky. Calling down the moon. One by one they reached orgasm.

  Women approached other women, rubbing their bodies together and taking turns licking and kissing each other’s nipples until they pebbled. Sweat beaded their bodies. Flame reflected off their heated skin, lighting the trail of moisture left behind by greedy mouths. Eyes glazed, the men watched with intense interest, their shouts blending with the carnal frenzy.

  The Seer stood statue-like on the sidelines, rubbing herself with oil, until her body glistened like a spark in the night. Ariel’s head was thrown back in ecstasy. The wetness between her thighs was apparent for all to see, she joined the performance, her perfect body rotating to the music like a consummate harem girl. She paused in front of a handsome blond warrior, gyrating before his hungry eyes.

  “Who is that?” Rachel pointed to the man.

  “That is Coridan,” Eros said, absently. “He is a youth that shows great promise, if he can learn how to control his temper. In truth, he’s much like Ares.” Eros smiled with affection. “The Seer loves to tease, especially him.”

  “I can see that.” Rachel laughed. Coridan’s erection was discernable from the other side of the clearing.

  Ariel continued on, twirling and dancing, until she found Cassandra, one of the women Rachel had spoken to yesterday. Ariel gently lowered her to the ground, trailing kisses from the woman’s mouth to her toes. Cassandra’s body undulated like a charmer taming a snake under the Seer’s touch. Energy glowed from her pores, turning Cassandra golden.

  Ariel dropped between the woman’s knees and spread her wide. She pushed the woman’s skirt out of the way, until her sex was visible to the royal couple and the crowd. The men crept closer, the outline of their hard cocks clearly visible beneath their loincloths. She spread Cassandra’s moist petals, exposing her engorged clit. Ariel’s eyes met Rachel’s, a second before she stuck out her six inch tongue and disappeared between Cassandra’s thighs.

  The Seer lapped at Cassandra like a woman possessed. She swirled around her clit, plunging deep into her channel, tongue fucking the woman. Moments later Cassandra let out a scream of release. The energy within her burst forth, giving off an almost blinding light. Little growling noises emanated from Ariel’s throat, letting the woman know exactly how much she enjoyed pleasuring her.

  Rachel shifted as she watched the strange ritual from Eros’s side. She couldn’t help but wonder what it would be like to have the Seer buried between her thighs. Rachel’s breathing dropped to a deep cadence, her breasts quivering with each exhale, vibrating the rings on her nipples. She’d always considered herself so vanilla when it came to sex. And in truth, she wasn’t into women. Not in that way. But she’d never experienced voyeurism and was shocked at how titillating it could be watching two women devour each other in such an uninhibited way. She swallowed hard and crossed her legs to ease the steady throb.

  I can smell your arousal, my Queen. You found it exciting to watch the Seer?

  “N-no,” Rachel squirmed, shaking her head in denial.

  Eros just smiled and wet his lips.

  Rachel reached for a cup of water and raised it to her dry mouth.

  Ariel continued to pleasure Cassandra until the woman cried out her second orgasm, then she rose and wiped her face with the back of her hand. Her lustful eyes sought Rachel’s once again and she smiled, bowing low, before retreating to the doorway of her hut.

  “Does Ariel have someone waiting for her?” Rachel asked.

  The Seer continued to stare at the revelry.

  Eros shook his head. “Ariel cannot join with another. It would diminish her powers.”

  “She can’t have sex?” Rachel blurted. Talk about frustration.

  “No,” he crossed his arms over his wide chest. “Not while the portal is closed.”

  Coridan, the Atlantean man Ariel had teased, dropped to his knees to pick up with Cassandra where the Seer left off. He ripped away his loincloth, releasing his massive erection. Cassandra’s head writhed from side to side as he buried his thick cock with one hard thrust. He didn’t even look down; instead his gaze remained locked on Ariel as he fucked the other woman. Cassandra’s cries of pleasure increased in volume, signaling another release, but Coridan was merciless. He drove himself deeper, plunging in and out of her like a battering ram, his body flexing and straining. Ariel gripped the rug in her doorway, her knuckles white under the strain.

  Rachel watched the exchange for a few seconds more. It felt like she was intruding on something intimate and it had nothing to do with Cassandra. Ariel may not be having sex, but she sure wanted to, if the look on her face was any indication. Coridan’s smoldering gaze never faltered. The longing was painful to see. Rachel tore her gaze away and uncrossed her legs. She stared spellbound at the Bacchanalia taking place before her.

  One by one the people of Atlantis began to pair up. Some women rode the men as if trying to break a wild horse, their excited cries echoing through the trees, while others sought feminine company, their faces happily buried in each others channels, lapping away. A few had taken two warriors at the side of the fire. While one fucked them from behind, the other pinched and kissed their nipples, nibbling on the clits, coaxing the women to take their cocks into their mouths. When relief was reached, they’d switch positions. The women were constantly filled on both ends.

  Rachel had been so taken in by the performance she almost missed Coridan’s retreat to the far side of the clearing. He now ignored the festivities and stared at Ares. His arms crossed over his massive chest, aqua eyes sparking fire.

  “What’s with Coridan?” Rachel pointed to the other side of the fire. Eros followed her finger, then shrugged.

  “Why is he staring at Ares like that, instead of participating some more?” Her brows furrowed and she glanced at Ares, who didn’t seem to be paying attention to the man.

  “They have a friendly rivalry going on between them, always trying to out do one another.” Eros sounded bored as if the situation had been taking place for so long it was now tiresome. “Mayhap he is waiting to see if Ares favors a woman, before Coridan makes his move to steal her away. ‘Tis harmless.”

  Rachel shook her head. Men…Some things never change. She’d take Eros’s word for the rivalry, but Coridan didn’t look harmless to her.

  Ares sat off to the side, his eyes lazily taking in the performance. Rachel could see his erection buck beneath his loincloth with each thrust the men a
round the fire made, but the dark hunter made no move to encourage any of the dancing women. For a second his gaze met Coridan’s. There was a flash of challenge before Ares’s lips kicked up in a smile.

  “Why doesn’t Ares pick a woman and pair up for the night?” Rachel wondered aloud as she watched several women attempt to catch the warrior’s jade eyes.

  Eros’s gaze flicked to his friend and then back to the orgy. “He awaits his mate.”

  “Is she coming?”

  “The Seer says ’tis so.”

  Rachel tilted her head, surprised. “Really? When?”

  “Soon.” Eros said vaguely, then grabbed Rachel’s hand, pulled her up from her seat, and led her to the transport basket. “’Tis time we complete the mating ritual. I have waited long enough.”

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  Chapter Seventeen

  Butterflies swam in Rachel’s stomach, yet at the same time she was thrilled. She was so turned on from the revelry that she didn’t think she could wait until they reached the hut. It wasn’t like she’d never been with a man before, but this seemed different—special. Part of her felt skittish, almost innocent.

  “Come, ‘tis time.” Eros led Rachel to the hut door and moved aside the fur.

  The room was illuminated by candles, giving it a soft glow. Fresh mangos, bananas and camu camu were placed in a bowl on the table. Orchids and lilies were in various carved vases around the small hut, the scent sweet and invigorating. Juice had been left in jugs so that the newlyweds wouldn’t have to leave the hut for days.

  Eros dropped the door covering once she’d stepped inside. His hands shook as he reached out to trace a finger over her shoulder, stopping at her collarbone. The light touch sent shivers skipping through Rachel’s body. Her nipples peaked, then ached, her body yearning for more contact. Her breathing deepened, growing choppy with anticipation. She was already wet from watching the various couplings. Her body demanded relief.

  “I will go as slow as you wish, my Queen.” Eros took a deep calming breath. “Tell me what you want.”

  “I w-want.” Her voice squeaked. “I want you.”

  “I have waited so long to be able to do this.” Eros wrapped his arms around her, drawing her against his warm body. His lips touched her forehead, then he kissed her eyes and nose. He bypassed her mouth and sought out the pulse point along her vulnerable throat, his jaw scrapping the skin. He nipped and pecked until he reached her earlobe. He sucked the soft pad between his teeth, licking and placing small bites around the shell of her ear.

  Rachel mewled. She wanted more, much more. She pulled back. Eros’s eyes were glazed over with passion. She grabbed his hand and led him to the bed of furs. Rachel pulled on the material of her sarong until it dropped to the floor. Her small hands wrapped around his throbbing cock through the matching material.

  “Finally, I get to feel you inside me.” She moved her hands tentatively up and down.

  Fire flared from Eros, turning his aqua orbs molten. He sucked in a ragged breath and closed his eyes. “You are going to kill me, my Queen, if you keep up this tender torture I fear the night will end quickly.”

  Rachel laughed, but didn’t drop her hands. She tugged, removing his clothing, then leaned forward and took Eros in her mouth. She could barely wrap her lips around his girth. He seemed bigger, wider somehow. She loved pleasuring him this way. He was large. So big in fact, she was pretty sure there was no way he’d fit inside her…at least not all of him.

  He stroked her hair. “I have dreamed about this moment,” he said, a bit breathless. “I have waited so long.”

  Rachel stilled, recalling her own dreams. Then she smiled and sucked on him, running her tongue along the tip. He bucked in her mouth. He tasted salty, sweet, and delicious. Rachel continued working his cock, reveling in the feel of his satiny hardness, until Eros pulled her away.

  “’Tis my turn.” He laid her on the bed and began to worship her flesh.

  * * * * *

  Eros fought the urge to rut inside her. He’d waited so long. Wanted her with such fierce desire that it practically tore him apart, but Rachel needed to be prepared for his entry. If not, their joining would hurt her. He sank to the floor and carefully spread her legs apart, enjoying the beauty of her flowering petals. She smelled musky and perfect, all woman—his woman. His mouth watered at the thought of tasting her again.

  Last night had been long and painful. He’d found himself turning to go to her time again, but the Seer had forced him to stay. He’d cursed Ariel, something he’d never done in their lifetime. Eros didn’t realize how close he’d come to losing all control until that moment. He stared down at Rachel. The wait had been worth it.

  He dipped his head between her legs. Her juices flowed from her, whetting his appetite. Eros found her clit and began working it with his tongue and teeth until it became even more engorged. Rachel’s head thrashed back and forth on the furs and her legs trembled. Her cries grew in volume as she reached her first of many peaks.

  Eros rose, his body trembling as he positioned himself at her entrance. He debated whether to tell Rachel that she was once again a virgin, due to the healing energy the people had put forth at the celebration table. He decided against it. All the waiting, yearning, overwhelming need to join had culminated to this one moment. They were both too far gone to stop and explain everything now. Some things needed to be experienced to be believed.

  * * * * *

  Rachel felt pressure as Eros entered her. He had only just pushed the head of his shaft in, yet she felt stretched beyond belief. Was she that nervous about the wedding night that she’d tensed? Rachel didn’t think so. She’d just had an orgasm, if anything it should ease his way. She took a deep breath, but the pressure kept building. This wasn’t going to work.

  “Shh, I will fit, just relax,” he murmured through gritted teeth. Sweat broke out on Eros’s brow as he inched forward.

  He slid a tiny bit further before being stopped by her woman’s barrier. Rachel’s breath caught. It wasn’t possible. She’d lost her virginity back in high school in the backseat of a Chevy on Prom night. She remembered because it had been such an unpleasant experience.

  Rachel’s brow furrowed. “Um, is there something you forgot to tell me?”

  “The feast. The energy. I’m sorry. Can’t wait. My need is far too great,” Eros groaned out a second before he thrust forward, impaling her.

  The breath left Rachel’s body as she experienced the shock and pain of being re-deflowered again. For a moment, all she could do was gape as her brain scrambled to make sense of what had just occurred.

  Eros rested above her, his weight transferred to his elbows, so that she could breathe. He kissed her cheeks, her eyes, her lips. “Are you all right, my Rachel?” He brushed the hair away from her face. “I did not mean to harm you. I’ve just wanted you for so long.”

  “I’m alive,” she said. The pain started to ebb, along with the shock. Rachel felt full, tight, overflowing. She’d imagined this moment many times, but in none of the scenarios was she a virgin. Eros drew out of her halfway before making a slow thrust forward. His massive cock, so big—so demanding. Sensation started to build within her as he rocked into her again, teasing her body until flames licked at her skin. The fire spread through her limbs to her nipples. They throbbed in time with each stroke. “Getting better.”

  He grinned and rolled his hips, driving deeper. His lids were heavy as he stared at her, an expression of pure bliss upon his face. His movements were slow, but dominating.

  Rachel needed something more. If he kept it up, he’d drive her completely out of her mind. She clenched her legs around his hips, linking her feet at the small of his back. “I’m all right now.” He thrust, scorching her. “Harder! I want it harder and faster.”

  Eros grunted and did as she asked. His cock pulsed inside her with each roll of his hips, sweeping her away on a tide of unimaginable delight. Rachel felt an unfamiliar tension build inside—more powerful than s
he’d ever experienced before. Her heart thudded madly in anticipation, as her body trembled. She brought her feet down and slanted her hips to draw him deeper in her drenched channel. She knew the moment his control slipped. His aqua gaze turned feral. Eros increased his speed, stabbing and stroking, merging and plunging. He wrapped his legs around hers, locking her in place, his thrusts growing more frantic. His cock surged forward, nudging her womb.

  Rachel’s body shuddered as the first wave hit. The frenzied mating continued. She bit his shoulder when the sensations got to be too much. The second wave hit, toppling her. Rachel threw her head back, a shriek of pleasure escaping from her throat. Eros latched onto her mouth, burying her cry beneath his lips in a searing embrace. He kissed ravenously, his tongue matching the motion of his surging hips. Eros broke the kiss and stilled his movements. His eyes sought out Rachel’s.

  Rachel stared mindlessly, unable to focus. “Don’t stop,” she pleaded, her nails digging into the skin of his taut back until she drew blood.

  Eros’s body trembled, but he didn’t move. “Will you accept my seed into your womb?”

  She frowned, arching beneath him. “W-Wha? For the love of Pete, keep going.” She bucked her hips, seeking out the orgasm that had started, but had been cut short.

  “Will you accept me?” Eros’s voice was savage, yet the underlying vulnerability came through.

  Rachel gazed into his eyes and gladly leapt into the promise she saw in those blue depths. “Yes,” she cried.

  * * * * *

  Eros’s muscles bunched and his face tightened. He thrust forward sheathing himself to the hilt. He bellowed a second before his cock pulsed, draining his strength. His hips continued to pump, dragging her under with him, until the last drop left his body. Sweat coated their skin as they labored for breath.

  Still joined, he pulled Rachel close, caressing her nipples with the back of his knuckles. She snuggled against his chest, her channel gently milking his flesh. He still couldn’t believe that she was finally his…and only his. He’d waited so long to have her. Eros wanted to savor this moment, but his body had other ideas. He’d kept his desires leashed for too long, now the reins had snapped. He was no longer controlling his urges. Something deeper, rawer, more primitive had taken the lead and demanded that he claim her again and again.