"Yeah." My voice is rough, my muscles tense with holding back. "Gods, Cass. How can you do that?"
She smiles again, propping both her hands in my chest and picking up speed even further. Her gaze goes up to Ren. "Are you going to come too, Ren? Are you going to come while you watch us?"
Ren makes a sound, something like a long grunt mixed with words. I don't understand, and I don't care. He releases another long groan and his pumping sound stops.
Then Cassandra looks at me, and her eyes are pure flame. It ignites something deep in me, a need to fill her, something primal and strange that burns in my chest. She leans to kiss me, and I capture her mouth with a furious hunger. The second she moans against me, my hands go to her ass-cheeks and I grip her closer, bracing my ankles on the bed and rising off the bed.
I can't hold back. I know I should, but I can't, and I rise her off the bed and take her from below, thrusting into her until her body surrenders to mine. Until she's all limp and warm, her eyes half-lidded with lust, her mouth open with desire. I take her hard, pounding into her raw until my testicles squeeze. Pleasure barrels down my spine, and I spill inside her.
Her body tenses, then convulses, and she relaxes, dropping over me. I hold her, catching my breath as I let her scent sink into me. The scent of my sex, and her sex, and someone else's. Someone new, and not so strange.
I'm still riding the high when Ren pulls her from my arms. I open my mouth to complain, but he shoots me a smile. "My turn," he says, and just like that, I let her go.
Sitting up, I get out of his way. He lays Cassandra down, then spreads her legs. The white, thick proof of my pleasure seeps from her, and, for a moment, I think Ren is going to find a towel to clean her up.
He kneels in front of her instead, and licks her up. My cock twitches. Cassandra moans. I watch, mystified by what he's doing. Doesn't he realize he's consuming my semen? Doesn't he know? But as he pulls back, more of it keeps escaping her, and he keeps licking, his tongue dancing around her clit, his eyes on her. Ren pays rapt attention to her reactions, studying what she enjoys, how she enjoys it. Exactly like me.
"Oh, gods," she moans, fisting the sheets. "Ren?"
He responds by picking up his speed. When she starts to climb her pleasure, he pulls back, breathing against her. Once she reacts by arching her back, he begins to blow more often against her. She enjoys it. She enjoys the feeling of air against her. Wow, she must be so sensitive. My cock hardens again, and I reach out to grip it.
So many feelings. So many new things. Pleasure rushes through me, and I understand why Ren enjoyed watching us. I would watch anyone giving her pleasure, as long as she does these small mewling sounds.
"Suck her clit," I say, and then I notice I said out loud, and mortification makes my face warm. Ren shoots me a look, then does as I say, closing his lips around her nub and sucking it hard.
Cassandra comes undone with one suck. Her knees shoot up, locking around his head, and she fists his hair between her fingers. Ren doesn't let go, sucking and sucking as Cass arches off the bed, crying out until pleasure's over and her body relaxes. She sighs in deep satisfaction, her skin glistening with a thin veil of sweat. I exchange a glance with Ren, unsure about what we shared. It was definitely good. Unusual, and good.
I open my mouth to ask Cass more about it — there's so much to learn about the things she likes, and how her body works — but she drifts off, so I keep the questions for later. Ren finally finds a wet towel and cleans her up. I put her underwear back on and tug the covers around her.
The waistband of my pants has just snapped around my hips when Apollo bursts through the door, Oreo under his arm, bouncing with wide eyes. Apollo's expression is equally filled with something I don't like. Something that looks awfully like fear.
"The fae is here," he says, eyes going to Cassandra's sleeping form. "We have to leave. Now."
CHAPTER 19
CASSANDRA
I'm drifting into a dream I hope is as naughty as my reality when someone shakes me awake. The moment I blink my eyes open, I see red.
"What?" I clench out, looking for whoever thought it was a great idea to wake me up. A nap after sex is the best thing anyone can have, and it should be common sense you don't wake someone up during their post-multiple-orgasms nap. Apollo gapes back at me, Oreo bobbing on his arm. Both look a hairbreadth away from a stroke. "What happened?" I ask, looking between the two. Not that Oreo would answer me. I look over Apollo's shoulder and find Ren and Tristan making quick work of their shirts and shoes. "Why are they getting dressed? No, stay naked."
"Your fae boyfriend is here," Apollo shoots back, pulling my sheets off. I wince with the cold touching my skin, but there's no time to waste.
"He's not my boyfriend," I spit back, getting to my feet and searching for my clothes. Ren offers them, and I put first my pants then my shirt on. I'm struggling with my fancy-ass sleeve going over the shackles as Tristan kneels in front of me to help with my boots. Talk about adorable.
"He thinks he is." Gods, can Apollo get more jealous than this?
"That's not my problem," I shoot back.
The world explodes. Everything bursts in flames. I slam my eyes shut as the force of the explosion throws me back. My shoulder blade hits something hard, stopping my momentum. I wince in pain, and something falls on top of me. There's heat and pain everywhere, and the heaviness over me makes it hard to breathe.
My ears ring, and I open my eyes to see rubble and a body over mine. Apollo raises his head, minimally, and meets my gaze. Blood pours down his forehead and he narrows his eyes, raising a hand towards my face.
"You alright?" he asks. I nod. Everything hurts, but nothing hurts so much I think it's broken. Even if it was broken, I'd limp the fuck out of this place. "Good. Let me get you out of here."
Apollo braces his hands on the ground next to me, then pushes himself off. The rubble over his back moves. Wow, I knew he was strong, but this is off the charts. A vein pops on his forehead, but he keeps pushing until the rubble moves and daylight washes over us. I take a lungful of air and accept the hand he offers. Huge pieces of rubble take the ground around us, a cloud of smoke and ash rising, making it hard to see.
What happened? My mind grows fuzzy, airy. Is this real life?