The deliciousness of his size stretches me, and my head drops back in delight. Apollo gets to his feet once he’s sheathed inside me, and I lock my ankles on the small of his back, even when he keeps me balanced with both hands on my ass. Slowly, he moves me up and down on his cock, his lips giving me slow, languid kisses.
Donatello’s cold body presses against my back. I sigh. That’s what I was missing. He pushes my hair out of the way and kisses a trail down my neck. I shiver when his fangs rake down my pulse. His cock twitches against my backside.
“Hold on,” Apollo growls, then leaves me. I almost whimper, but Donatello takes his place, entering me to the hilt and pumping once, twice. I lean against his chest, my head on the crook of his neck, and let them use me. The pleasure is bright and warm, and I could live forever like this.
Once Donatello’s cock is slick with my juices, he slips out and presses against my asshole. Just like that first time, but in a different position, the two take me, pulling out when the other pushes in. They start a perfect rhythm, creating huge pressure and perfect friction against my insides. I let them do whatever they want, Donatello’s cold fingers playing with my nipples as Apollo bounces me on his lap. Pleasure makes my skin buzz, and then I come, tightening my muscles around them until the two shudder, releasing inside me.
Donatello’s spurts fill my backside, and I feel its odd warmth running down from inside me as they put me down. My legs tremble hard, and slumber pulls me in. Apollo holds me to his body, and I hear his voice, but can’t quite comprehend what he’s saying. The after-sex buzz is the best thing ever.
He picks me up, strong arms cradling me to his chest, and walks into the bathroom. I know we’re inside it because of the way his voice echoes. I nuzzle into the crook of his neck, preparing for a nap.
“Is it warm?” Apollo says in a low voice.
A moment of silence. “Yes,” Ren replies. “You can go in.”
Then water cascades down my body, hot water, and I wince. “You trying to drown me?” I complain, pulling back.
“I’m trying to shower you,” Apollo replies with a smirk. He holds me against the water stream, drops racing down his strong chest. “Can you stand?”
I shrug. “I guess.”
He puts me down, but my knees tremble again. Blood hasn’t flown back to my limbs just yet. He holds me up with an arm around my waist. “It’s alright. I’ll clean you up.” And he does, carefully lathering me up with a hand as the other keeps my balance.
My eyelids grow heavy, heavier. It’s Ren, who reads me so well, who says I should get some sleep. Apollo helps me out of the shower. Ren towels me up. I stumble my way into the bedroom as Donatello pulls the covers down. Standing on tiptoes, I kiss him good night, then lie on the bed, tapping the mattress for Tristan to join me. He takes my body in his arms, and I kiss him long and hard before I turn to call for Ren. His warm body spoons me, and I feel safe and happy.
Perfectly happy.
CHAPTER18
CASSANDRA
The sun has not risen yet when I wake up. Darkness fills the room, but it’s easy to see with my powers. Tristan’s still on my left, Ren spooning me from my right, and I hear Apollo from Ren’s other side. I wait for my ears to get used to the silence, searching for Donatello.
The shower is running inside the bathroom, though the lights are off. He’s showering in the dark. My body warms, and I feel like getting to my feet and joining him. My girl parts agree, but they’re sore from yesterday evening, so I stay in bed, hoping I’ll get back to sleep.
We’re invading Prince’s house today. Going after portal stones and stolen books. How dangerous could it be? Maybe someone already took over the house, maybe one of Prince’s fae plundered his belongings and we’ll find nothing but ruins.
Or maybe there’s be people there. Talented, powerful fae protecting Prince’s things. Someone might have wanted his spot as a knowledge collector. Maybe we’ll have a fight and get hurt, only to find out the new owner already sold off Prince’s stuff.
We need those stones. Giulia explained portal stones are created with a destiny in mind, so Prince might have more than one that took him to the Collector. Since we have no idea how to track the Little Palace down, a portal stone is the only way in. It’s the apex of Apollo’s life work. A one chance to invade the Collector, making the first move, instead of waiting for him to come after us.
Now that I have some control over my powers — now that I know I can use them in an offensive manner — I think I can take on the Collector. Get him alone, suck his soul out. He would never hurt anyone else. He would never kidnap another child.
But is this worth putting my men on the line?
The doorknob rattles. I lift my head, looking at it, waiting for Alicia to knock. She’s half-vampire. Maybe she has to sleep only half of what non-vampires do? The door opens, just a crack, but I see no one. Frowning, I sit up, the sheets sliding down my body.
Steps clatter on the floors, then a dark shape jumps on the bed. I wince, reaching out with both hands to protect my face.
Oreo sits on the edge of the mattress and looks up at me with the most innocent face. He cocks his head as if wondering if I’m crazy.
“You scared me,” I whisper at him. “Since when do you know how to open doors?”
He wiggles his butt, stepping over Tristan’s leg to approach me and lap up at my cheeks. He’s lucky Tristan’s body is too hard to feel the weight. If it was Apollo, he would be pissed. I push Oreo off, making a face at him, and the bathroom door opens.
Donatello peeks out, then smiles when he meets my eyes. “It’s not five in the morning,” he whispers, stepping out with a towel around his waist.
“Couldn’t sleep.”