Cassandra whirls around to face us. She smiles, putting a hand to her chest. “There’s magic here. I can feel it pulsing all around us and beneath our feet.”
I change the weight of my body between my feet. “What sort of magic? Can you tell?”
“Not exactly.” She looks down, her dark hair slipping from her shoulders to cover her face. “But it’s not bad. Not a bad kind of magic. I feel... Safe.”
“It’s very isolated,” Ren says, walking to the windows and looking out into the mountain. “Hard for anyone to find us.”
“It’s the wards,” I tell them, bringing their attention to me. “This place is neutral ground, according to Donatello. That means heavy wards to keep evil intention from coming in. We’re safe from the outside while we’re in here. That doesn’t mean we’re safe from the others.” Especially since we don’t know their intention. They could open the wards to let the Collector in, for all I know.
Cassandra grins. “You mean Trevor and Alicia? They seemed fine to me.”
“They were weird,” Tristan offers, and I have to agree with the big guy.
“The girl had a weird scent,” Ren says. “Tangy like blood, but subtle. Not a vampire, but I’m not sure if she’s entirely human.”
“I agree,” I tell him, ready to argue about locking the doors and taking turns staying awake to keep Cassandra safe.
My mate comes up to me, touching the tips of her fingers to my mouth. The teasing smile on her face makes me forget everything else. My dragon rises closer, igniting my blood, like every other time she’s been this close to me. It feels like forever since I last kissed her pretty lips.
“Why don’t we shower first?” she breathes against my lips, and it shouldn’t sound so erotic, but it fucking does. “Then we’ll relax and discuss the next steps.”
I nod, maybe more eagerly than I’d usually do. Cassandra chuckles and intertwines my fingers with hers. Instead of pulling only me into the bathroom, though, she looks over her shoulder at Tristan and Ren with that same beautifully sexy smile and tilts her head, inviting them along.
I will not deny our need for a shower, but being with this woman makes me think of other things first. Claiming her should not be on my priority list, but it fucking is, and I’ll have to tell her so sooner than later. The mere idea of fucking her bareback gets my cock twitching with need.
Cassandra turns the shower on and faces us, gripping the hem of her shirt. I lean back and prepare for a show. Shadow Mage or not, this woman is mine. I slide a glance at the others, hungry looks on their faces too.
No, not mine. She’s ours.
CHAPTER8
CASSANDRA
Cross my heart, I swear I need a shower, but the second I walk into the bathroom with three of the hottest men I’ve ever seen, my mind takes me somewhere filthy. No one can blame me. I’m somewhere safe for the first time since this shit started, and neither the Collector nor the cops or Donatello’s boss will find us here.
We can relax. And by relax, I mean fuck.
I was never big on sexual desires, but I had never had such good sex either. Maybe every girl has a high sex drive with the right person. Persons, in my case. When Alicia said they have a room for groups, I thought she meant families. You know, couples with kids. But that huge bed and this big ass shower? Nope, she did mean groups. Guess harems are a staple in the supernatural side of society.
Reaching into the shower, I turn the water on. Warm goodness pours down on my hand, without even a drop of cold. Magic, I’m sure. I pull back and turn around, facing my three shifters while I pull my shirt over my head. Someone groans. I reach behind my back and unclasp the bra, letting it drop just as I turn my back to them. More groans. I smile. I could get used to this teasing.
“Aren’t you going to join me?” I ask over my shoulder as I kick my shoes off. The socks follow them, and I reach down to shove my pants down my legs, but hands curl around my hips first. My back slams into a strong chest, and Apollo’s warmth soaks into me.
“You’re such a tease, baby girl,” he whispers into my ear. “Did you know that?”
“I had no idea,” I shoot back over my shoulder as Apollo’s hands venture down, hooking on the waistband of my pants and tugging them down my legs. I’m naked in a moment, all eyes on me, and there’s not an inch of shame in my heart.
Apollo helps me out of the leggings, then kisses up my thigh to the curve of my ass. Every brush of lips is scorching hot, like flames come from his mouth. Before he can reach my ass, I escape his hold and slip into the shower. Too soon for me to come, and I know I wouldn’t last long with his mouth on me.
Today, I want to lead. I want to rule.
The water droplets rush over my curves, soaking my body and my hair in moments. I stretch myself, then scrub my scalp as I watch the others watching me. Apollo adjusts the bulge in his pants, then strips off his shirt. The others take his lead and strip too, joining me in the shower. I manage to lather myself then wash the foam and detangle my hair under the warm water. They give me all but five minutes, three pairs of eyes hungrily watching me as I wash myself.
I release a sigh once my hair is clean. “There, there. I’m ready.”
Apollo roars what might be a laughter, then ends the space between us, his lips closing over mine. I sigh into his kiss, melting against his hard chest as something harder down south pokes my core. Wetness slicks my folds with every stroke of his tongue against mine, then I remember I’m supposed to be leading this.
I break the kiss, staring up into his eyes. “You know, we should look into the drawers. Maybe someone forgot a condom around here.”