Atlantean's Quest Volume 2

by Jordan Summers

  She’d seen his cock. It wasn’t a battery-powered dildo. The strange vibration occurred again, sending delicious tremors through her clit. Brigit whimpered in need and decided to search for the hidden battery pack later. Heat spread from between her legs, surging through her body like a flash fire. She slipped his nipple ring into her mouth and gently tugged, eliciting a hiss from his lips.

  “Kiss me,” she begged, air sawing in and out of her lungs.

  He smiled. A second later, his mouth descended, but instead of fiercely taking her lips, he grazed her. The butterfly-wing touch sent shivers dancing over her skin, hardening her already flushed nipples and stiffening her clit until Brigit thought she might scream if she didn’t get relief.

  She wanted him to fuck her already.

  “Is that what you want, little one?” he murmured, nuzzling her neck and nibbling on her ear, before swirling his tongue at the hollow of her throat. He trailed wet kisses over her collarbone until he reached her nipple. He seemed fascinated by her breasts.

  He’d probably never seen a pair so small before. Brigit groused inwardly for a second until he curled his tongue around one nipple and sucked it into his warm depths. He drew on her flesh, his teeth scraping her skin while he laved and worshipped her. Orion squeezed her breast in his massive hand so he could bring it closer and deeper into his hot seeking mouth. He released her long enough to blow hot air across her puckered skin.

  “You are perfect,” he murmured, his eyes glowing with adoration.

  Brigit went up in flames. If it were possible to spontaneously combust, she would be a flash burn stain on the sheet already. His molten lips fed from her, drawing her need like fire to air, while his ringed cock twitched and lengthened as she writhed beneath him. If it got much bigger there wasn’t a chance in hell it could fit anywhere in her body, not that she wouldn’t love to die trying.

  He returned to her mouth, his kisses drugging her as he slid his large hand between them, memorizing each curve, each dip. His expert fingers sought out and found her lower lips, parting her tender flesh while his tongue danced with hers. Brigit moaned as he slipped one digit into her drenched passage. Her body sucked him inside, gripping rhythmically to match the searing kiss.

  Another finger quickly followed the first as he stretched her channel, preparing it for an even larger invasion. His thumb circled her clit, careful to avoid touching it. Brigit shimmied, chasing his elusive finger like it was a scrap of paper caught in a windstorm. Her hips rose, bucking to urge him closer.

  He chuckled against her mouth, before pulling back. “Stay still or I’ll stop.” Orion brushed her cheek with the back of his knuckles.

  She could smell her juices on his fingertips. Brigit went rigid, her body aching as she prevented movement. If he stopped right now, she’d scream, then kill him. Her nerves stretched taut, leaving her skin sensitive to his touch, his breath, his need.

  “Please,” she sobbed, not above begging at this point. She’d never wanted a man’s cock so bad in her life. She’d never wanted a man period this much. Later, she might actually get pissed off about this scenario, but right now she wasn’t about to play the hypocrite.

  He nipped her lip, drawing her attention back to him. “Tell me you need me, then tell me what you want, little one.”

  “I-I…” she cleared her throat. “I want you.”

  He grinned. The unholy smile spread across his face and should have had her running for the hills. “Then you shall have me,” he said, returning one hand to her sex, while his free hand held her head. He teased her a second, then pressed on her clit until she saw rainbows. Yet somehow he prevented her from reaching orgasm. What the fu—

  His mouth descended upon hers, cutting short her scream of frustration. A second before their lips met, Brigit thought she saw Orion’s hand glow, but it had to be a trick of the light. Then his tongue probed her mouth, tasting and dipping, and she forgot all about it. He pulled back a fraction, his gaze unfocused and began chanting low under his breath. His lips stroked across hers like a brush over canvas.

  Brigit couldn’t make out the words, but they sounded serious—and ancient. Her body surged with energy and soaring heat. The air practically sparkled with it. She actually felt better than she had in years. She longed to stretch her muscles.

  Orion flicked his wrist and suddenly Brigit didn’t care what was being said or done for she was coming…and coming…and coming. Her body trembled and shook like a 9.8 quake on the Richter scale as rolling orgasms ripped through her one after the other.

  “I’m sorry. I’m so sorry about the pain.” His face twisted in concern.

  What was he talking about? What pain? Surely he wasn’t sorry for giving her the best orgasm she’d ever had, was he? Brigit forced herself to focus on his face, which was hard to do with the world spinning around her. She could actually see remorse in his eyes.

  “You haven’t hurt me,” she croaked trying to get her tongue to work so she could reassure him. Yet, Orion seemed unable to hear her as he repeated his apology again and again. His eyes remained distant, unfocused as if he were in a trance.

  “You must relax,” he whispered against her skin soothingly, before stroking the hair at the side of her head, then he mumbled a few more foreign-sounding words.

  The touch felt incredible, but the conversation was getting weird.

  Brigit had just managed to calm her frantic breathing when he entered her. She gasped in shock as something, which felt suspiciously like her deceased hymen, ripped. Her eyes bulged in shock. No way. Not possible. Orion tunneled deeper. The mixture of pain and pleasure made her come again violently. Brigit let out a keening cry. Goddess, he was big enough to make her feel like a virgin and he hadn’t even really started yet.

  Talk about rocking her world.

  Orion waited, his cock buried deep, his breathing matching hers. The muscles in his arms trembled as he stroked her mouth with his fingertips. “I’m sorry. It was unavoidable on the first time.”

  “What? Why? H— Ow!”

  He thrust without answering her incoherent questions and for a second Brigit wasn’t sure she’d survive the ride. Even as the thought crossed her mind, something strange began to occur. The rings on Orion’s cock started to vibrate in earnest as he slowly pulled his length out of her, then glided sensuously back inside. Her world narrowed to the point at which their bodies joined.

  “Oh Goddess!” she shouted, unable to stop the desire from building once again. Her back arched, scraping her nipples across his chest. The vibrating rings encircling his cock, brushed her clit with each downward stroke. “This isn’t p-possible,” she stuttered as she attempted to gulp air into her straining lungs. Her vision dimmed. Her body trembled as she locked her legs around Orion to keep him from slipping away.

  His smile widened. “I assure you, little one, ‘tis quite possible.” He dropped a quick kiss on her nose.

  “But your penis is vibrating,” she gasped, unable to comprehend what was happening beyond the physical.

  He shook his head, sending his silky two-toned hair into his face and across her shoulders. The featherlike strands tickled her bare skin. “‘Tis not my shaft that vibrates, ‘tis the rings that surround it. I’ve been told they can make a woman sing, although I’ve yet to hear anything other than their cries of ecstasy.” He grinned. “Will you sing for me?”

  Brigit didn’t want to hear about the other women in his life. The subject made her decidedly uncomfortable. She opened her mouth to tell him as much, but the rings took that moment to vibrate again and she nearly swallowed her tongue. Her eyes had crossed twice already, yet Brigit could still see the smug male expression on Orion’s face as he hovered above her, stroking steadily in and out of her well-lubed channel.

  She had only two questions for him. Did he want an aria or an opera? Not that she could hold a tune in a bucket. Was it possible to die from a multiple orgasms? She’d never had to worry about it until now.

  Veins bulged in
Orion’s neck and sweat covered his brow as his hips thrust harder. He bellowed, then came moments later. Brigit remembered screaming before she’d lost consciousness for a second or two as his cock shuddered and the rings vibrated at a fever pitch.

  When she recovered enough to be coherent, Brigit could feel her body twitching almost as if an electrical current ran laps beneath her skin. Her hair was matted against her head and Orion lay beside her, staring blindly at the ceiling, his breathing labored. She glanced at the digital clock on the nightstand. Two hours had evaporated.

  Something inside her melted. Brigit wanted this man for more than a night. A lifetime with Orion wouldn’t be enough. Normally that thought would send her packing, but not this time. This time was different. She felt it inside, a shifting in her heart to make room for Orion. Brigit couldn’t wait until she saw Jac and Rachel again. She wanted them to meet him. She knew beyond a doubt that they would approve.

  “I must tell you the message I was sent here to deliver.” Orion’s voice held an edge she hadn’t heard before.

  Not exactly normal after-nookie chitchat, but so be it. Brigit closed her eyes and braced herself. “Shoot.”

  Silence.

  “Shoot,” she repeated.

  “Do you wish me to proceed?” he asked.

  Brigit opened one eye and looked at him. He was dead serious. Her stomach flip-flopped and her heart sank. She wasn’t going to like this conversation. “Yes.” She took a deep breath and released it slowly, waiting.

  Orion didn’t speak.

  The feeling in her gut worsened. “Tell me already. Dragging it out doesn’t make it any better.”

  He gave her a curt nod. The movement reminded her of historical palaces, charming royals, and knightly gestures. Funny, that she’d never made the connection before. She brushed the thought aside.

  “Jac and Queen Rachel now reside on the planet Zaron.”

  Uh-oh, here we go with the Queen Rachel thing again. Brigit smirked, then mustered enough energy to laugh. “Sure they do,” she humored, expecting Orion to tell her that he was kidding, but he didn’t.

  “I speak the truth.”

  She looked at him. “I think I’d know if my friends were on another planet. As much as I wish that were the case, we both know it’s not. Jac and Rachel are stuck in jungle a few thousand miles away from here.”

  His jaw firmed. “I tell you I speak the truth.”

  Brigit stared at Orion. He appeared sated but serious. Oh geez, why her? She had the worst taste in men. Somehow she’d gone from cheater to loony in one fell swoop. Did she have “loonies welcome here” tattooed on her ass?

  “’Tis the truth,” he repeated.

  She groaned, struggling to her feet. Her legs shook as they supported her weight. This truly couldn’t be happening. He seemed like such a—well normal wasn’t exactly the word she was searching for—decent guy. Yeah, decent. Just her luck that the first guy she could see herself falling for since Rocket Man, Rick would turn out to be insane. Something inside of her died a tiny death over the loss.

  Brigit wobbled toward the shower using the wall to prop her, unable to stop the mini-quakes from reverberating through her. She kept her attention focused on Orion. None of this made a lick of sense. How did he know about Rachel and Jac? She talked about her friends a lot to a few of the other attendees, but hadn’t mentioned them to Orion. He said he didn’t work for the Professor, but how did she know for sure? Brigit’s stomach clenched.

  “Did you have something to do with my friends’ disappearance?” she asked before she could stop herself.

  He hesitated, then slowly released a breath. “No.”

  Well that was good at least.

  Moisture trickled between her legs. She glanced down. Her mind refused to acknowledge what she saw. Holy crap, was that blood? Had Orion’s amazingly talented ringed-cock ripped her in two? Calm down. Let’s think about this logically.

  “Did your rings do this?” she blurted, knowing instinctively that wasn’t the case.

  “No.” Orion shook his head vehemently.

  Brigit knew what she’d felt wasn’t that kind of ripping pain. If it had been, they would’ve stopped before they got started. Funny thing was, it did remind her of…no, not possible. Yet, the memory continued to niggle at the back of her mind.

  She watched him, but he seemed content to lie on the bed. A myriad unanswered questions pummeled her. Why would he make up these terrible lies about her friends? Why didn’t he say something before he stole her heart? What did he have to gain from all of this?

  The word nothing hovered in her mind. It just didn’t make sense. Brigit vowed to discover the truth before she left the Con.

  She glanced once more at the small trickle of blood. Her brain refused to acknowledge the truth. Her gaze flew to Orion. He stared at her intently, his eyes fixed on the same spot. He looked as unhappy as she felt.

  Torn hymens, loss of virginity, Bobbie Huntsicker’s basement graduation night, all very real memories that flashed consecutively in her mind. No way! She searched Orion’s handsome face for answers, yet found none other than the impossible.

  “Who are you really? And what in the hell just happened?” She wasn’t a virgin. That train had left the station years ago.

  We linked. His answer popped into her mind like a waffle out of toaster, just like it had on stage earlier.

  “Stop that!” She hissed through clenched teeth. “Stop that right now! What are you a mesmerist? Are you some kind of psychic?”

  Orion’s eyes widened, then his expression turned to one of resolve. No, I’m not psychic. I know not what the future holds any more than you do. Or I would’ve avoided this situation was left unsaid. Yet he might as well have shouted that thought through a megaphone.

  Her heart clenched. “Did you slip me something? Have I been drugged? Is that why I think I’m hearing your thoughts?”

  His expression hardened. I would never do that.

  Brigit’s hands automatically flew to her head to cover her ears. “I don’t know how you’re doing that, but just knock it off.” She inched closer to the door. This was insane. She knew it and he knew it. Her mind returned to dwell on what he’d said. Eventually, curiosity got the better of her and she had to ask, needed to know. Brigit steadied herself. “You said we’re linked. What does that mean exactly?”

  Orion looked away, unable to or unwilling to meet her eyes.

  This was bad. Very bad.

  “We are joined mentally and can never be separated completely.”

  Fear gripped her. She wasn’t about to be “joined” to a crazy man. Brigit prided herself on her independence. “Linked” meant acting…she shuddered…responsible. This had to be some kind of joke, a very cruel and decidedly vicious cosmic joke. Obviously, Orion was a one galactic starship short of a fleet. Brigit did not want to believe it, but the truth stared her in the face with his aqua and jade eyes. Her heart jumped for joy a second before her mind tackled it and hogtied it.

  Star travel, other planets, alien worlds, yeah they were her dream and why she was here at this conference, but they weren’t real. And no amount of wishing it were so would make it a reality. Yet, she wanted to believe.

  She focused on Orion. “Okey-dokey, then. I don’t think there’s anything else to say.” The flippancy of her tone left Brigit cringing, but she didn’t care. She needed to get as far away from him as possible. If she hung around Orion any longer then that would make her just as crazy as he was. Who cared if she’d just had the best sex of her life?

  Heat flared in her face as she reached the bathroom. She slipped inside, shutting the door behind her and locking it. Brigit pressed her back against the wood a second before sliding to the floor. What was wrong with her? She knew better than to bring a stranger back to her room. It didn’t matter that she felt a connection with Orion that ran deeper than anything she’d experienced in her life. Orion was obviously nutso. She needed to remember that. This was what she got for g
oing against her good judgment.

  Good judgment? Ha!

  Her fingers trembled as she ran her hands through her hair and thought about the man lying on the bed in the next room. She didn’t think she could face him after his admission, after what they’d done. She snorted. Since when had she become a coward?

  She pressed her ear to the door to see if she could hear him moving about the room and frowned. Brigit heard a woman’s crackly voice. Had someone come into the room? No…the woman sounded like she was speaking though a bad phone connection or walkie-talkie. That was weird. She reached for a glass next to the sink and put it against the door, pressing her ear onto the end to amplify the sound.

  “Have you found the Seer in the jungle yet?” the woman asked.

  Brigit gasped, clasping a hand over her mouth to muffle the sound. Was she talking about the jungle where Jac and Rachel disappeared? What were the chances she meant somewhere else?

  Slim to none.

  “No, I’ve encountered a complication,” he answered. “I’ll be on my way tonight once I get things settled here. Have you found that for which you’d sought?”

  “Yes, and I couldn’t be happier.”

  “Good, then I’ll see you soon. Be well.”

  “Be well.” Static followed her last words.

  Brigit pushed away from the door and crawled across the bathroom floor until she reached the shower. She definitely needed the water to clear her head. What did that conversation mean? Who was the Seer? Why was she in the jungle? And what did Orion have to do with these people?

  And here she’d thought he was crazy. He was—crazy like a fox and she’d almost fallen for his act. He was in it up to his gorgeous eyebrows.

  She pushed her hand under the tap until the temperature leveled off at just below scalding. She slid the handle to the right extinguishing the tap to allow the spray. Brigit used the toilet as leverage to stand, then stepped inside the tub, pulling the curtain closed behind her.