OF WAR Anthology Novels 1-3 Page 11
“I don’t understand,” Alena said, trying to keep her voice calm. “Why do you want to bring Cernunnos’ Druids here? Why do you want to risk such a thing? You are Ares; you understand the lengths he will go to once he finds me. Why not just rid yourself of me and be done with the trouble I will cause? Avoid it and let your island and your solitude remain.” He just stood there silently staring down at her, his brawny arms crossed over his broad chest. “What is it? You don’t want me, you don’t come to me in the night for these things, you say you have enough women to please you, I am nothing to you, so…just let me go.”
One hefty arm unfolded and the hand reached out to put the fingertip under her chin. “But I do come to you in the night, woman. I watch you sleep.” Although the fingers on her skin were gentle, his voice was dark. “I stand there over you, in the dark. I follow you in the day; you felt me by the waterfall as I crouched by your naked side. Didn’t you?”
Alena thought she was alone as she explored her untouched body under the afternoon sun yesterday, but then she’d had the strangest feeling, as though… “I felt your breath on my cheek.”
“Did you?” Ares thought back to yesterday and how he’d crouched by her side invisible to her eyes, inhaling the sweet scent of honeysuckle rising off her as the bare place between her legs glistened in the sun. He wondered then if he laid a hand on her if she would think it a dream or that she was just lost to the heat of her own fantasies. Then the wind changed and he caught whiff of Nicco in the bushes. “Then remember this, I can take you at any moment I choose.”
Feeling vulnerable and betrayed and yet feeling something even stronger still, an incredible, almost electric heat seemed to radiate from him. It was intoxicating. Hypnotizing. Animal. Alena cringed and felt her heart skip a beat as it sped up. “What are you waiting for?”
Ares wandered this Earth thousands of years and he was no one’s fool. Whenever he glanced at Alena from the corner of his eye, more often than not he found her staring back at him. It was not difficult to read the thoughts dancing behind those stormy eyes. “For you to come to me.”
“Why would I do that? You don’t even believe in love.” Being here was difficult; it was confusing; strange thoughts filled her head and then ran through her body.
Ares leaned in close and smirked. “What’s love got to do with it?”
“Nothing for you, I see.” She waited for him to say something but he remained silent. “If I do something else for you, will you take me off this island?”
History did tell the truth about some things when it came to Ares God of War. One of them being he was a master liar and manipulator. The other being that he was no fool. If Cernunnos should come here and find his prize spoiled, the old bastard would not be happy about that. Then again, that idea did have its appeal. “What can you do for me, hmmm?” He looked her up and down as his upper lip curled. “You’ve no experience in such things. How could you ever even hope to please me?”
Alena let out a little rush of air that was almost a laugh. “I don’t meet your high standards?” She tittered. “I think I do. You want to know what else I think?” The titter had faded into a dare.
“Do tell, woman,” Ares returned in the same tone.
“I think you, Ares, are afraid to take me. But you want to so you watch me in the night, follow me in the day. Perhaps you even make certain that I hear all that is going on above me in your room?”
The fingertips under her chin traced their way down her slender neck to the space between her ample breasts as that upper lip curled further. Then both of his hands were on her breasts, each one grasping and pawing at her with a firm strength that foretold of more to come if she was not careful. “I am Ares. I take what I like when I like. No man, no God stands in my way,” he proclaimed in a whisper. “You understand me, woman?”
“No, I don’t,” Alena said as she brushed his hands off her body and then turned to walk away from him. Ares reached out harshly and grabbed her by the upper arm to turn her back around to face him.
“No one turns their back on me.”
“Strange, from what I’ve heard in the night, that’s the way you like it best,” she shot at him through barely moving lips.
Alena’s spirit and her defiance were turning him on. Yet, if she did not stop it soon the titillation would turn to anger and then he would not be responsible for his actions. “You think you can please me enough for me to take you off my island?” Ares challenged and planted his hands on her slender shoulders. Under the crushing weight of his strength, Alena dropped to her knees in front of him. “Give it your best shot, little Fey. If you do it well, perhaps I will take you away from here.”
Alena had been in this situation before, though not with a God or a man as large and powerful as Ares. Still, she would not show fear before him. “I am experienced here, Lord Ares,” she whispered as she reached out with a slightly trembling hand and traced it along the growing ridge below the leather pants. “I will please you enough so that you will take me anywhere I wish to go.”
“Such confidence,” he mused, “why don’t you put my cock where your mouth is and show me?”
The idea had its merit. After all, not everything about Ares was repulsive. Certainly not the way he looked, the way he smelled, or the way his skin felt on hers. Alena was up to the challenge. She gave the burgeoning place between his strong legs a squeeze before grabbing one of his large hands, tugging on it to bring him down to the ground with her. “We’ll do it my way, if you don’t mind, that is.”
On his knees next to her, Ares dropped the heavy bow from his shoulder. “What is your wa—”
Before he could finish she ripped the thick leather vest off him and cast it to the forest floor with his bow. The hand between his legs kneaded with great expertise as she leaned forward and planted her lips on his neck. Her tongue lapped along the space below his ear before she started to take little bites of his flesh. Goosebumps rose so quickly on his skin they brought the most pleasurable pain. Ares’ heart quickened along with his breathing as she pushed him back onto the ground and then laid herself over him. This was most unexpected. “What are you doing, woman?”
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Perhaps the hunt had stirred something within her but Alena found that she was very inspired at this moment, she could easily get lost in the heat of him. The salty taste of his skin on her tongue made her hips rock against him as she suckled and ran her hands through his hair. At two hundred and forty-five, Alena had desires as well, all of which had gone unfulfilled. His big paws landed on the round hump of her ass and then moved up her back, bringing the blouse with them until he pulled it over her head and her bare breasts pressed tightly to bare chest, their hearts racing to see which one could beat the fastest. The feel of her hardening nipples nestled in the thick soft hair of his chest was making her wet in the newly freed space between her legs. Before she began working her way down him, Alena stopped suckling his neck and let her lips descend over his. Her gray eyes closed so she did not see his open in surprise and delight as one hand clamped down on the back of her head, pulling her closer to him so he could feel the passion welling within her.
Yes, there was great passion in the little Fey. So much so that if he were not careful, things would get out of hand very quickly. The part of him that always flew in the face of conventionality wanted to throw all caution to the wind and take her, virgin or not. Then her lips were gone from his, taking their warmth and their passion with them as they descended his rippled frame, bestowing kisses here and there as her hands worked the leather tie at his waist, freeing the hard part of him waiting to feel those soft lips. As she settled between his legs, he grabbed handfuls of silver-gray hair and pushed her further toward her goal.
It took both hands to wrap around his hard cock and encase it, but still left a few inches untended. The men back in the camp had nothing on the God of War nor did those she had known before him. She found she was looking forward to tackling and accomplishing this t
ask with much delight. Her mouth opened and she took him inside but only part way, her tongue moist and hot dancing around the tip of his shaft. Above her Ares let out a rush of air as his back raised off the ground and then settled again. The palms of her hands, which had begun to soften now that she was no longer working ten to fifteen hours a day pumped up and down as she drew him further and further into her mouth.
Perhaps that place between her legs had never known a man, but her mouth certainly had and Ares wondered who and when. The thought of the scars on her inner thighs danced through his mind as she suckled him. When that man could not get the belt off her, how many times did he force her to do this for him? Ares was not forcing her, perhaps he had persuaded her or tempted her, but he did not threaten her. Now one of her hands, slick with her own spit, was on his heavy balls, massaging, kneading, and the fingertips ever so gently reaching down past them to the hole below. Deeper and deeper down her throat he went, letting out more and more of the length of his cock as he did. Then that finger worked its way into him and began to surge in and out making him quiver and quake.
In the bushes, not far from them, close enough to hear the rushes of air coming from Ares and the suckling sounds coming from the woman between his legs, Nicco sat sequestered and beating off. When he told Kat about this, the little Fey was dead. Perhaps he’d get to have her before Kat ended her life.
Ares looked down between his legs to see her there, on her knees, her whole body rocking back and forth in time to the pumping hand on his shaft and the probing finger within him. Her hard nipples on those milky tits slid up and down his inner thighs, and he reached down to grab hold of one of them. The woman seemed to sense him; if he was not mistaken, she moved just enough to plant that soft breast in the palm of his hand. When she started to moan as he massaged her breast and ran his hand through her hair, Ares could not hold the orgasm back any longer, although he did try to prolong the pleasure she was giving him, not wanting it to end. The fire that ignited in the pit of his flat stomach burned hotter than Apollo’s sun, the spew that came forth from his hot hard cock seemed to come from the depths of the Underworld itself. It reached up in long hot tendrils to the soles of his feet where it rushed up his legs, making every muscle in his well-toned body stand out in full flex before it ushered itself into her mouth. Ares grunted, groaned, and finally howled so loudly it sent the birds screeching from their roosts above them as he pushed her mouth further down around him, his thick cock pulsing and throbbing as it gave up its gold. Alena gave no protest as she swallowed.
Everyone on the island heard that. They heard him howl and they knew what it was, especially Kat. There was no way that bellow escaped her ears. Sitting there in the underbrush, his own hand drenched with his cum, Nicco wondered if Ares was aware that he’d just signed his new little friend’s death warrant.
“Cherries.” The nearly inaudible whisper came from her throat as she licked her upper lip to catch the sweet taste of his cum with a grin. Bare breasts heaving and gray eyes full of desire looking up at him she rose to her knees between his legs to take in the satisfied look on his face and his labored breathing. “Was that satisfactory, my Lord?”
Yes, cherries. It was a little known fact and one that Ares tried to keep secret as he felt it tarnished his image. However, when he came with such force, and nearly the whole of his member was involved, semen mixed with the spew and his seed tasted like wild cherries. Or so some of his women told him. This had certainly been such a marvelous experience and so unexpected. Struggling to catch his breath, Ares tried to remember the last time he had been the receiver of such an expert blowjob. Aphrodite, yes, it had to have been her. Ares reached down to trace his thumb along her bottom lip, wiping it clean of the last of his spew. “Virgin? I do not think so. I think they put that thing on you because you are a whore. I think you lied to me.”
The passion that had been rising in her quickly turned cold as she made to rise to her feet and retrieve her blouse. “That wasn’t enough to buy my passage off this island?”
“No, it wasn’t, but it’s a start.” A heavy hand reached out and grabbed her by the upper arm to pull her down to him. “I’m not done with you.”
The hand around her arm was crushing. Alena winced as she tried to pull away but his other arm clamped down around her back and pinned her to him. The cock, which she had done her best to sate, twitched between her legs. “Don’t.”
“Why not?”
Her mind worked rapidly, Ares could almost see the wheels turning behind those strange eyes. “Is it you who lies? When you said that you war and you do not rape?”
“Rape?” Ares asked with an almost playful lilt. Before she knew it, he rolled her over onto her back, pressing her between him and the forest floor with nowhere to go. Pinning her hands over her head with one large hand, the other traced along her bare breasts as he straddled her. “Again, I think not.” Ares leaned in close to her and brushed his lips over hers just to be sure. “I think this is what you want,” he said in a low whisper. “Then it will not be you who betrays Cernunnos, you can still claim innocence when he finds you.” Between his thumb and forefinger, he tweaked a hard nipple and took in the sound of her racing heart. That was not fear. “Tell me I lie, woman, look me in the eye, and tell me this.”
In the bushes, Nicco strained to get a better look, his foot fell on a dry twig and it snapped in half.
Ares turned his head in the direction of the sound and then sniffed the air to catch whatever scent the air had to offer. A familiar one came to him. “Nicco? Show yourself!”
There was no choice. Nicco took a breath to calm himself as he hoisted up his cock and stepped from the cover. “My lord, I don’t mean to interrupt you,” he said, trying to sound casual although the sight was most appealing. “Kat sent me to look for you. There’s something she wants of you.”
“Is there?” Ares sneered and then eased himself off Alena. “We’ll continue this later.” Suddenly his naked body was clothed and then he was gone from sight.
“Prick,” she muttered as she gathered her blouse and watched Nicco duck back into the bushes. Listening to the soft rustling sounds of him walking away, Alena was grateful the guard interrupted them before Ares forced her to confess that he was right.
Chapter Seven
The Green Monster
Uncharacteristic for the God of War, Ares spent most of the night with Kat and only Kat. She was grouchy and grumpy and the last thing he wanted—or needed—was for her temper to get out of hand while he was away. Therefore he tried to smooth things over with her before he left by giving her his undivided attention. As always, the sex went very well, but in the end it only served to make things worse.
“Who cares where she came from?” Kat huffed and pulled a thick bear hide around her as she lay naked next to him in his bed. “What does it matter? She is an intruder. She doesn’t belong here. You should kill her or dump her off somewhere so remote she’ll never find her way out.”
What caught Ares’ attention most was the tone of her voice and the cold gleam in her eyes. “Why such hatred, hmmm? What has she done to you?” It was an honest question. Other than having had the ocean spit her out, Ares couldn’t think of a single thing Alena had actually done or said to Kat that would anger his longest companion.
Rudely folding her arms across her chest, Kat stared straight at him. “Her presence insults me.”
“Why? How many women have you seen come and go from this island in the time you’ve been here?” he asked, trying to keep his voice light and a smile on his handsome face, but he was genuinely perplexed and that state did not agree with the God of War. “Twenty? Thirty? You’ve never reacted this way to any of them.”
Kat had seen exactly 47 women come and go from this island in the decade and a half that she had been here. 47. They came. They left. Well, no, they did not leave. No one just up and left this island except Ares. They died. Ares had the most annoying and frustrating habit of actually screwing
them to death. Never had Kat seen or heard of anything like it before she came here. The first time it happened, it did so without any warning and Kat was 21. Ares was lustfully thrusting away into a woman called Charlie when he reached out, grabbed her by the back of the neck to hold her down and the bone snapped under his hand. Kat screamed, cried, and threw a fit as anyone else would. The same thing happened right up until, oh, the eighth or ninth woman that met her maker at the end of his cock.
By the fifteenth time it was old hack, all she did was sigh and help drag the body out of the cave to the beach where Ares would very ceremoniously and often even guiltily build a pyre and a set her aflame. He seemed to feel genuine remorse, but that never stopped him from doing it again. He went through women like other men went through clean underwear. It got to the point where Kat could tell who would survive their first night, their initiation into life on Ares’ island, and those wouldn’t within the first five minutes of their arrival here.
A very select few women met their ends because Kat saw fit to make it so. Ares might suspect that Kat had gotten rid of a woman named Petra a few years ago, that she hadn’t just slipped on the wet rocks and fell hundreds of feet to her death. If he did, he never said anything about it.
Kat didn’t like Petra. She was rude and obnoxious. She was older and, in Kat’s eyes, a lousy fuck anyway and she could not understand why Ares even brought the woman here. Most of all, Petra just would not bow to Kat and Kat’s authority—imagined though it was. So Kat got rid of her.
She had gotten rid of a girl named Krystal. Poor thing accidentally wandered to the south end of the island (after following Kat there) and been attacked by Cerberus. Eaten alive. Nasty business.