Authors: Corinne Davies
He glanced up at Rock, who nodded and headed into the other room to get dressed. Jag was thankful for this bit of time alone with her. There was no jealously between him and Rock. They’d spent their entire lives knowing they would share one special woman for the rest of their lives. It was up to them to make certain she remained happy, healthy, and waiting for them to come home after any battles they might be forced to fight.
Destiny mewed against his lips and shifted her hips in his lap, rubbing her hip against his erection as her free hand stroked his lower back. Jag traced a path up to her hip and then followed the delicate skin around to the inside of her leg. His fingers brushed against the damp curls that protected her
ts’iis.
Although, he preferred the human term,
pussy
. She felt like a purring cat in his lap, restless and begging for attention and petting.
He lightly brushed the backs of his fingers against the wet, swollen lips and her legs parted slightly in an invitation he couldn’t refuse. She nipped at his lower lip and curled her fingers so her small nails pressed against his skin when he continued to tease her. He felt the fine tremors that danced along her skin and the responding echo in his cock. He wanted nothing more than to toss her over the back of the lounger and drive his cock deep into her. But, he knew if he started that and Rock joined them it might be days before they left their room. They needed to give Destiny a tour and make her understand the situation they were in.
“Jag, fuck me, please.” Her soft plea in his ear, followed by the sharp nip she gave him with her teeth, was almost his undoing. Instead he pushed two fingers deep into her wet pussy. The walls clenched around his fingers immediately and she cried out at the sudden intrusion.
“Like this,
Atan
?” He curled his fingers and stroked her
ts’iis
from the inside. Her stomach muscles tightened and she curled up, burying her face in his neck. Her warm breath panted against his neck and he watched a deep flush stain the skin above her breasts.
“Oh, god.”
Jag pumped his fingers in and out of her wet heat, feeling the muscles contract and flutter. “You’re ours, Destiny.”
“For today,” she gasped, pricking his temper. He had half a mind to stop now and leave her in a desperate state of arousal for that comment, but it would be counterproductive to their plans.
He pressed his thumb between the slit of her pussy and circled around the sensitive bundle protected there. “For now and ever.” He dropped her back against a pillow and scooped her breast out of her dress, rolling his tongue over the tight nub as he pumped and circled her pussy. She grasped his wrist as if she could make him stop. He tightened his teeth around her nipple and she arched her back as she screamed out his name. Her pussy squeezed his fingers tight and bathed them in her sweet cream.
Jag’s cock felt as if it was going to explode. It throbbed painfully between his legs, but he knew as uncomfortable as it felt, waiting wouldn’t kill him. It would make his release all the stronger later. For the moment he wanted to focus on her pleasure, her hunger. He wanted her to crave them as much as they did her. IxChel said they should’ve welcomed her with a
Cha’an
and perhaps she was right. But, to take part in that ceremony would mean he and Rock would have to take their positions as rulers and step back from the warriors, and neither of them were willing to do that until all the Atans were safe in this world.
Destiny blinked and looked up at him from hooded lashes, looking like a well-satisfied woman. A shudder vibrated through her as he removed his fingers and brought them to his mouth. He took his time licking her delicious cream from his fingers. “Next time I’m going to lick your nectar directly from your swollen petals.”
Her eyes dilated and her breath caught. He felt Rock’s presence and looked up, spotting him leaning against the doorframe. He’d gotten dressed, reminding Jag that he only wore a bathing towel around his hips.
“She is incredibly beautiful when she falls apart like that.”
Destiny turned to the sound of Rock’s voice. “You didn’t really watch, did you?”
“Of course he did. You’re too passionate to be contained to only one man.” He repaired her clothing, covering her breasts. Rock sat down next to them and Jag passed her over to his warrior brother. “I’m going to get dressed myself and we can go out.”
Destiny held on to his hand for a moment longer before letting him go. He didn’t want to leave her side for a moment but knew he must. There would be other times they would have to leave her behind to help protect their people. Somehow, he knew it would never get easier.
“I’m not sure I understand what is going on.” Her voice held a soft note of confusion to it.
“We’ll explain it all to you,” Rock answered. “We’ll talk as we show you around.”
“I can’t go out in this.” She patted the dress she wore. “It’s like going out in a pair of pajamas.”
Rock looked at him in confusion, but Jag had no idea what she was talking about. “You won’t look any different than any other woman here.” Other than the Raxka who walked around naked except for the ink insignias on their arms that announced that they were open to being taken by any man. That was something else he would have to talk to her about. Raxka were often brazen and proud women who took their passion and earned their position. They didn’t know there was an Atan in their presence yet. Once they realized it, they would pay Destiny all due respect, or he would banish every one of them himself.
He left her in Rock’s arms and headed into their rooms to change into something less comfortable to show their woman around her new home. Hopefully she didn’t knee his balls into his throat when he told her that she would never be leaving.
Chapter Six
“For god’s sake, I can walk!” Destiny said for what felt like the hundredth time and they hadn’t even left the building yet.
“But the stairs are steep and can be slippery.”
She ducked under the large arm in front of her and continued on her way down the stairs. The way they wanted to take care of her was sweet but irritating. She’d been taking care of herself for years, and would continue once she left here. Jag might be trying to make up for what happened earlier and there was no need for it. She hadn’t had any business getting all jealous because some skanky chick tried to climb up him. The man was gorgeous and she was sure he, Rock, and all their friends were used to that kind of attention. What concerned her was that they had hookers that serviced their bath and she was stupid enough to sleep with them without a condom.
Single Woman 101, “No glove no love,”
but one…four?
Hell, she’d lost count how many astounding orgasms it took to steal all her common sense. She was going to have to be tested for every STD known to mankind now. “I’ve been navigating stairs for twenty-three years. Trust me, I’m an expert.”
He frowned down at her, but she ignored him, flicked her skirts back out of the way, and skipped down the stairs, carefully. There was no point making an arrogant mistake and landing on her ass after a statement like that. She didn’t understand their odd insistence in carrying her. There was a small part of her that found it romantic, but those kinds of frivolous thoughts had never done her a bit of good in the past.
Rock and Jag followed behind her like two large shadows. She fought the urge to turn around and look at them again. She’d thought for sure her tongue was hanging on the ground when Rock had gotten dressed earlier. She’d been basking in the afterglow of an explosive orgasm when Rock had returned, dressed in heavy-looking black pants that molded to his muscular thighs. His vest-like shirt was made out of a material similar to her dress. Only in a dark blue that made his eyes look even more intense. Thick, gold armbands encircled his upper arms, highlighting the fascinating iridescent tattoos that snaked up his arm to his shoulder. Jag’s arms matched Rocks and he, too, wore armbands with the same markings on them. He’d dressed in a similar fashion except his shirt was a soft brown.
“To the right, Destiny,” Rock said when they reached the bottom. She was thankful that at least he wasn’t treating her like an invalid. He stepped past her and opened the door for her, which she nodded her thanks for.
Four steps past the entrance and she stopped dead in her tracks. Everything around her was green, lush. It was like she’d stepped out into a tropical island or into the middle of the Amazon rainforest. The lawn was manicured and looked like a giant swath of emerald-green velvet, dotted with groups of vibrant flowers in a variety of shapes and sizes she’d never seen. A massive stone wall was off in the distance and large, curving trees stretched to the sky beyond it. One thing was for certain, this was not New Mexico.
There were trees closer to the building that towered over top of them, lush palms drifted on a warm breeze, and she could smell a tropical fragrance that made her think of lemons, banana, and orchids. Lining the walkway in front of her were bushes with flowers the size of dinner plates. They looked similar to the ones that surrounded the pool, but these had little fronds that waved in the breeze and looked somewhat like an anemone.
She reached out to touch one but then remembered that anemone was actually dangerous, but before she pulled her hand back Rock captured it. “They’re harmless,” he said as he tangled his fingers with hers and led them to the plant. He stroked their fingers against the velvety tips of the flower.
“That’s so soft.” She looked around and walked down the pathway with her hand out, drifting over the flowers, feeling the soft fronds under her fingertips. They were all the colors and shades of the rainbow. She’d never seen anything like them. Curious, she made her way over to a monstrous tree and ran her hand over the trunk. It felt like normal bark, rough and scratchy under her palm. She knew that Jag and Rock were following behind her and the partial conversation she’d eavesdropped on earlier started to make some twisted sense.
She wasn’t stupid and had known shortly after entering the massive bedroom that she wasn’t going to make it to the interview tomorrow. The more she saw, though, the more she realized that she couldn’t stay here. The exhibitionism aside, and even she had to admit that she wasn’t as bothered by it as she would’ve thought she’d be. Neither Rock nor Jag had allowed another man to touch her, so while they were content to share her between the two of them, they wouldn’t with anyone else. But how long would that last? How long until they grew bored with her and then started hanging out in the bath-pool with the hookers? She’d spent years working in bars and saw it time after time. Men sitting at the bar, removing their wedding rings when they saw a beautiful woman. Couples coming in separate cars, who then hid in the corners, with different names on their credit cards and wedding bands on their hands.
She refused to live like that. All she wanted was to earn enough money to open her own place. A small pub that she could call her own and cater to some regulars. Maybe she would live above it so she wouldn’t have to go far to go home late at night. She would take care of it herself and that way any mistakes were her own. No one would blame her for their mistakes and she would accept any errors she’d made herself.
Pushing those thoughts to the back of her head, Destiny continued to walk and look around. “What kind of resort is this? Holy shit.” She’d turned to Rock and Jag as she asked her question. The building they’d left rose up behind them, a massive structure that looked eerily similar to the Mayan temples in Mexico. She’d only ever seen pictures and never one up close, but if she had to guess what one looked like when it was still in good condition, she’d say she was seeing it with her own eyes.
“Where am I?” She turned her attention back to both men. “And how long do you plan on keeping me here?”
Neither one of them looked like they wanted to answer that question. They both stood there with their arms crossed over their chests. She had to admit there was a part of her that didn’t want to leave. They were gorgeous. Big and muscular, she’d always feel safe with them around, but this was not her world and if she was meant to live in it she would’ve been born here.
“This is Lu’um,” Rock answered. “There’s a portal from your world to ours and we brought you through it when you hurt your head.”
Destiny lifted her hand and rubbed her fingers against her head. “I was hurt really badly, wasn’t I?”
Part of her felt crazy for even considering what they were saying. But she’d always prided herself on being practical. She’d experienced many things that shouldn’t be possible. Mood flowers, pools that changed shape when you wanted them to, the funky flora out here, it was all too real to be pretend. She’d noticed the way the Jag and Rock referred to the other men as warriors. Something was going on, and truthfully she thought she remembered reading that Einstein had proven the possibility of other dimensions. She’d never in her lifetime thought that she’d experience one.