He doesn't give a shit. He fucks me senseless, my head and my tits bouncing, the hold of my legs around him becoming looser and looser. He's never been this rough before.
"Say it again," he orders in a voice so full of lust I almost don't recognize it.
I open my eyes to meet his gaze. It's never been this gold, like his dragon is about to burst from him. "Say what?"
He slaps me in the ass, hard. I cry out. "You like it rough, baby girl?"
I clench my pussy around him, the king of all orgasms threatening to take over. "Yes, sir."
"Fuck." And the word is the beginning of the end. Apollo roars, his body warming up until it's boiling. I fumble to keep my grip, and pleasure explodes inside me, the Tsar of all bombs, burning everything in its way. Unconsciousness reaches for me, but then Apollo tenses and comes with a huge roar that’s more dragon than man.
I come again. Fuck, how many times has it been? Then I drift off.
Apollo puts me down but I barely feel it. He keeps pumping for another minute, his body shaking. His fingers caress my face, my breasts, my curves, and he breathes compliments into my ear. I smile at that. Something tells me I just figured out a new kink, and I fucking love it.
I wake to catch Apollo cleaning me up as the others come back in. Words are exchanged, but I don't hear them. Sleep fogging my mind, I reach out for Ren, and he lays down next to me, his warm body the perfect addition to help me relax into a deep slumber.
The feeling of being safe and comfortable is all around me as I drift off again. Pretty sure there's a smile on my face as I surrender to the welcoming darkness.
CHAPTER 25
CASSANDRA
Stretching my arms over my head, I release a huge yawn, turning and burying my face into the cool pillow. I hide from the glare of the sun peeking through the blinds, and try to go back to sleep.
Whatever time it is, it's too early. I don't even care what day of the week it is. What I do care about is this is the first night in forever I slept with my mates, and I'm not ready for it to end. Draping an arm over Ren's warm body, I try to tug him closer but, as expected, the bastard is too heavy, so I have to tug myself closer to him. Without waking up, he moves so I can lay on his shoulder, turning his face to brush his lips to my forehead. Tristan is on my other side, spooning me with his huge body, which was only possible because we joined the two beds.
Turns out a hotel-standard full-size bed is too small for the gargoyle.
Apollo was forced by the others to take the night shift because he had one-on-one time with me, but I know they don't mind. We're all good here. Oreo moves close to my feet, stretching too, but he doesn't wake up.
Gods, there's so much we have to do. There's the whole running and learning how to handle my powers. I have to come up with an end goal. The more I wonder what I'm doing with my life now, the more I want to go back to sleep.
There’s no mage school that specializes in Shadow Mages. And with the killing-the-Chosen-One story, no school would take me in. I keep forgetting I'm not only being hunted down by the Collector and Kayn, but the law enforcement of both human and supernatural societies.
There's no place to go. I'll have to hide until I learn to handle this power so I can defend myself, so I know I won't hurt anyone accidentally, and then... And then what?
A headache forms on my forehead. Shit, I shouldn't be thinking so much about the future, so early. That's what it gets me. An annoying headache.
I try to go back to sleep, but it's a useless effort. Slowly, I sit up, being careful not to wake anyone else. It's going to be hard to escape the bed without touching anyone.
"Morning, baby girl," the thick, sensual voice of Apollo sounds to my right.
I snap my gaze to the side, finding him sitting on an easy chair near the windows. Oh, that's why the sun's been bothering me. It's not that we forgot to close the blinds, but Apollo half-opened them. I make my way out of the bed, bumping into Tristan only once (he just mutters into his sleep, not even moving), then stand up and walk to Apollo.
He reaches his hands out for me, curling his fingers around my hips when I'm close enough. I make to sit on his lap, but he stops me, his eyes taking my naked body in. Every inch, every exposed fault, he eyes them with such admiration I don't even feel the need to hide from him.
"You're so fucking beautiful," he whispers, more to himself than to me proper. His eyes travel back up my curves to my face. "Had a good night's sleep?"
I nod, and he lets me sit on his lap, folding his arms around my hips and allowing the blinds to close. "I missed sleeping with you. There were the days in the cell where I didn't even have a pillow, and then I was at Prince's house, and sometimes I managed to share with Tristan, but it's not the same. Not the same when I'm missing the rest of you."
And in my voice, I know I leave it open. How I'm still missing someone — someone I may never see again. Gods, I miss Donatello. I miss his teases with Apollo, and how his voice slithered down my neck like lips. He used to make me feel so good, so good with just being myself.
And yet, we might be enemies now. He might come after me just to take me to his boss. I want to convince myself it’s only because of Donatello being manipulated by Kayn, but we know so little of vampires.
"We need someone who knows something about shit," Apollo says, reading my mind. "Someone with knowledge. Someone who has read books or something."
"I read books." I poke at his chest, lifting my head. "Dirty books."