"Wouldn't you feel jealous?" I try as he teases the tip of his tongue against my skin.
"Of people who take care of you and make you feel good?" A smile dances on his lips. "Never." And Tristan licks one side of my vulva, tongue barely brushing my clit. I melt, moaning under my breath.
I bury my fingers in his blond hair, his beard tickling my skin. "Apollo is... Well, he was part of the New Council Shifter Division. That's a special part of supernatural police. We met when he came to arrest me."
Tristan halts, looking up. "Arrest you? For what?"
Oh, I don't think I told him about the whole Chosen One deal. My stomach flips. Is he going to hate me now? I squeeze my knees around his body, hoping he won't push me off. "I killed a guy. With my powers. It was sort of accidental and he was attacking me."
His face changes. It hardens, closer to his stone side. "Attacked you?"
"Yeah."
"He's lucky he's dead then." And his eyes are hard with truth. Before I can spend another second watching him, he laps up between my pussy lips, parting them and licking a stripe up my clit. A jolt of pleasure makes me shiver, a louder moan escaping my lips. I bite on my tongue. No matter if no one comes here, they don't need to hear the sounds and get curious. "Apollo," Tristan says against my pussy, urging me on.
A sigh shudders out of me. "Apollo is loyal and responsible. He's very strong, just like you. He knows a lot."
He flickers the tip of his tongue against my clit. "Sounds like a good person to have next to you." Another couple of flicks. "If he's strong, then he can protect you."
"You know, I can protect myself now. I've been working hard on learning the ropes of this power."
Tristan closes his lips around my clit and sucks. I arch my back off the chair, pleasure skyrocketing inside me. Gods, we did it once. How can he be so good at this already?"I'm guessing 'learning the ropes' means something," he murmurs against my wetness. His warm breath touches the slickness of my core, and goosebumps pop down my arms.
"It does. It means I'm having more control over my power."
"That you do." Tristan's beard scratches my pussy, a blissful sort of pain filling my veins. He takes turns licking and sucking, following the movements of my hips. A hard suck makes my hip jump off the chair seat. "You're strong, Cass, but I feel better knowing there are others who can also fight for you." Then a lap, the flat of his tongue almost making me come on the spot.
"They can do that," I say, out of breath.
Tristan grips my thighs and lifts my feet off the ground, spreading me to him. "So you told me about Apollo. What about Ren?" And he's back to devouring my pussy, slick sounds taking the place.
“Ren's good," I say, the words coming out broken. "He has a good heart, and he's loyal and solid. He's warm and fuzzy. While Apollo is the responsible one, Ren is more like the cuddly one."
Tristan smiles. "What am I, then?"
"You're my rock."
He cocks an eyebrow. "I am a rock."
I chuckle. "No, I mean... Somehow, I know you'll be with me. You'll always be with me. I can count on you. You helped me when you didn't know me, and you came along and... You tried to jump Prince when you thought he had bought me."
He hums in agreement, his lips sliding over my pussy, tongue picking up speed as he laps up at me. The onset of an orgasm dawns in the back of my mind, then Tristan touches a finger to my entrance, rimming it, but not pressing in. The torture, the tease, makes my nerves buzz with electricity.
"You told me about Apollo and Ren," he murmurs, and his voice is so thick I know he's about to blow too. "You mentioned a Donatello."
Donatello's name is still a sore spot in me. My heart squeezes in pain every time I think of him. "He doesn't matter," I lie. "He made me believe he was by my side, but he was not. He works for Kayn." I force a shrug, putting on my best poker face. "No biggie."
Tristan meets my eyes from beneath the table, his finger hovering my entrance, his lips working my clit. Then the heat is too much, and his eyelids flutter shut as he eats me up. I bite onto my lower lip, riding the pleasure, soaking in it as his lips and his tongue bring me closer to the edge.
Steps jolt me back to reality. I snap my eyes open in time to see Prince entering the library. Shit. Shit, shit. I clamp my knees around Tristan's head and try to push him off, but he's immovable, impossible to shove away. He stays there, sucking my clit harder as if he couldn't let go, or he'd die.
Poker face. Poker face, now, Cassandra.
Prince stops behind the bookshelf, thank gods. He doesn't seem to notice a thing as Tristan still sucks my clit and I grip his hair. His eyes meet mine and he blinks twice.
"Where's your guard dog?"
I swallow to make sure my voice's steady. "Oreo's outside. Running in the grass."