A corner of his lips tilts up, and he leans closer to bite down on my bottom lip. "Not this kind of book." He lets my lip pop free. "We need someone versed in supernatural history. In magic. In vampire biology."
Pulling back slightly, I nod at him. "Agreed. I've been in the dark for too long. Prince knew some things, and he let me borrow some books."
Apollo looks away, furrowing his brows in thought. "Did he have a library or something?"
"He did."
"It would be useful to have access to it."
I sit up straighter, my mind racing with possibilities. "That would be amazing. Prince had these portal stones. He used them to travel around. And he had these other stones that broke the cells in the Collector's place." My heart starts beating faster. Oh, my gods. The possibilities! I haven't even thought of any of this. "Apollo." I dig my nails into his shoulders, facing him straight on, widening my eyes. "We can go after the Collector. We can use Prince's stuff to find him."
Apollo's eyes widen with mine, his lips parting. I can basically hear the cogs turning in his brain, developing a plan.
"We can finally put him away," he says in a whisper, the wild hope frightening him. He doesn't want to say it aloud because he doesn't want to jinx it. He doesn't want to get his hopes up in case we can’t manage it. "Portal stones. Tell me more."
I tell him what I know — which is basically nothing — about the stones I saw Prince using that day. The lack of information is frustrating. I wish I had more to tell him, but I was so busy learning about my powers and looking for a way out I didn't stop to analyze a way back inside.
"We don't have much," Apollo says, holding me close. "But it's the best plan I've seen in my years hunting him. We actually might make it."
A smile bursts across my face, the thrill of the idea filling my chest. Gods, to get revenge on the Collector and save a bunch of supernaturals at the same time? I'm no hero, but the thought of losing one's freedom, maybe forever, just strikes a chord inside me.
Apollo pulls me to him, kissing my smile until I coil my body around his like a snake. We kiss and kiss, his hardness pressing against my butt, heat rising between us. The memory of last night's sex warms me all over, slick with desire for more.
A hand fists my hair, pulling my head back from Apollo's kiss. I look up to meet Ren's sleepy face, a grin stretching his lips. "I thought you two had already had some alone time yesterday?"
"We had," I answer in this awkward position, my neck exposed as he cranes it back. This makes my tits perk up, and Apollo wastes no time on caressing and kissing them. More wetness escapes me and I moan, eyelids fluttering closed. It's so hard to stay celibate with these hot men around me.
Ren drops a chaste kiss to my lips, though I can see the line of his hard cock through his pants. “It pains me, but we should get going.”
Pity, but he’s right. Twisting my lips, I slide down from Apollo's lap, taking care to drag my pussy over his hardness extra slowly, then sway my hips to the bathroom, where I find a robe waiting for me. I tie it around my waist as I bat my lashes at Apollo, who glares at me with his hard-on between his fingers.
"What a tease," he says in that thick voice. "I'll put that on the punishment list."
I bite my lower lip, clenching my thighs. A part of my brain begs for me to forget this whole Shadow Mage shit — it's only trouble, anyway. It's a much better idea to live in this hotel room forever, fucking and fucking until the world ends.
"We should wake Tristan up to share your idea," Apollo says once I'm back.
I cross my arms under my breasts, raising them on purpose. "Sure. Why don't you grab us some breakfast?"
Apollo smirks. "You want me to walk around with this hard-on?"
Biting my lip, I nod. "I find it hot."
"Oh, so I guess you'd enjoy some public action too?" He teases, getting to his feet and closing the space between us. Ren doesn't move, standing close, and the presence of the two crowding me makes my pussy tingle. "We have so much shit to do to you..." He shoots a glance at Ren. “And you can thank my genius later, but I got us condoms.”
Ren’s eyes light up. I almost chuckle. Apollo kisses my lips, holding my waist between his big hands. His tongue teases the seam of my lips until I open my mouth for him, and every stroke of his makes me moan louder, fitting my body to his hard angles. Ren's hot body molds against my back, his lips tracing down my neck, his fingers teasing the hem of the robe.
"I thought we were supposed to get going?" I ask, breathless and aching for them.
Apollo chuckles. "We are. Teasing you won’t take long."
"You know what?" Ren asks, his breath against my wet skin making me shiver. "We should do that. We should take her to the edge, then stop. Let's see how long she takes to murder us. Just out of curiosity."
I laugh, bumping him with my hips. "That's torture."
"The good kind of torture," he replies, flipping me to face him. Then it's Ren's lips on mine, and Apollo's dick moving up and down against my ass. Fuck, I might come from this tease alone.
Then both stop. They halt completely, like frozen in time. I part my eyes and pull back, searching Ren's face, but he's looking at the door, his body taut. Adrenaline rushes through my veins. Fuck. This can't be good. I race my fingers down his chest, feeling every tense muscle there.