[Atlantean's Quest 03] Redemption by Jordan Summers Page B

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    Come to me when night has sunk its talons into the jungle… Ariel’s voice dropped in his mind.
    That I will. The smoky tone of his voice could not be disguised in his thoughts.
    He sensed her frustration before she spoke. You know we cannot join, warrior.
    Coridan shrugged to himself and then pressed on. I know what you have told me.
    I’ve spoken the truth. Anger…and something else tinged her words. If he hadn’t known any better, he would have believed the emotion to be desire.
    I will see you tonight, Ariel. With that said, Coridan broke contact. She would be fuming at the intimate use of her name. It had been his intention. He knew Ariel wasn’t lying to him, but he also knew she wasn’t speaking the whole truth. He could sense it. Yet his gut told him he should not reveal this fact to Ariel. She would be even less pleased by the revelation than he was.

    Chapter Five
    After a day of torturing Ariel, the professor once again ordered her returned to Eros’ hut. Ariel healed herself once more after Santo and Raoul took their leave. Coridan hadn’t contacted her since that afternoon, yet she could sense his nearness. The Atlantean heat was unbearable. Her lungs labored in the stagnant air as she waited. Heat infused every pore, leaving glistening sweat in its wake. She refused to acknowledge the anticipation that lay nestled in her belly like a hive of bees.
    He was a warrior, a disgraced warrior at that. She was the seer, theirs was a match that could not be. Before she could stop herself Ariel’s mind reached out, searching. Silence greeted her. Was he ignoring her call? The thought sent anger surging through her. How dare he ignore her? Who did he think he was?
    He was not of royal blood or of the spiritual line. Ariel pulled at her restraints, her breasts bobbing back and forth with the effort. The influx of adrenaline seemed to feed the heat, stoking the fires, coaxing the flame.
    Ariel groaned in frustration, before stopping her struggles. Her body pulsed and throbbed with an undulating rhythm of its own. She had to get in control. He would be here any moment. It wouldn’t do to be seen in this condition. So…so out of control. Ariel glanced down at her flushed skin and marbled nipples. She knew without looking that moisture glistened between her legs like a welcoming spring. She could smell her own arousal in the air; it called out to the warrior, beckoning him.
    A quiet thud reached her ears, followed by bits of palm floating down from the ceiling. Her gaze locked onto the thatched roof. Coridan had arrived. Ariel’s heart tripped, then sped up. Her hips moved of their own volition against the silky furs beneath her bottom, teasing her back orifice. She strained to listen. Silently, leaves parted near the window and in the next moment, Ariel saw him. Her breath stilled in her lungs as she watched Coridan peer in and then slip through the small opening. Amazing, considering his size.
    He looked even better than she recalled. His body fierce, proud, and oh, so muscle bound. Ariel swallowed hard as he smiled, his white teeth gleaming against his tanned skin. His eyes sparkled, then turned molten as he inhaled, taking in her feminine musk. The change in his expression was dramatic. He was now certain she was the one calling to him, that it was her pheromones that wafted in the air, covering the miles until they’d reached his senses.
    Ariel pulled at the vines binding her. She was vulnerable, should he choose to act upon those instincts. His gaze followed her ripe nipples, before slowly making its way down to the liquid molten treasure between her thighs. Her pussy wept openly. His nostrils flared a second time before he focused on her face. He could smell her heat. Her Atlantean heat.
    Ariel didn’t have to read his mind to know he was remembering the dream from last night. She recalled it with clarity. She glanced down at the front of his loincloth and saw the evidence of his memory, bulging