"I don't like how you see through my moves," he muttered but kissed my cheek. "Hey, sexy."
"Tease," I huffed, but turned my head so we could have a proper kiss. "Miss me?"
"Always," he replied with a grin. "My brother is in the best, pissed-off shape of his life. It's refreshing."
"I feel as though the whole house heard us last night," I acknowledged.
"We did, but we all know Tristan sleeps as deeply as you, and Dominick was probably singing hymns of joy because his fae mate is being pleased."
"Not by him," I noted.
"That doesn't bother him," Adonis acknowledged.
"Really?" I inquired.
"Dominick is similar to me," Adonis noted. "We love when the sexual tension is as high as the craving to slide our cocks into that hot pussy of yours."
That turned me on, and I had to fight the heat that moved towards my cheeks.
"Both of you like to talk shit but don't do shit."
"Your aggressive taunts don't persuade us, sweetie." He kissed my neck, his tongue purposely brushing along the sensitive place where Otis had bitten. I shivered and quietly moaned at his touch.
"I hate you," I muttered when he pulled away to twirl me around so I was facing him.
"You don't mean that, princess," he soothed and pulled me close. "Though I'd like to see you say the same thing in bed with my head between your legs."
My pout had him chuckling before he kissed me.
"As much as I'd love to enjoy your sweet taste down under, Cass, Tristan’s got some news for us."
"Bummer," I huffed but knew it was important if Adonis wasn't here for sex. "You owe me."
"I know." He winked and slapped my ass.
"Hey!"
"Still tender from last night?” Another wink and he was out the door, leaving me speechless and flushed while my body hummed with sparks of pleasure.
Damn incubus!
"Very dangerous," Quil added. "Good luck."
Why are you wishing me good luck now?
"You'll need it when he actually has his way with you." Her words made me huff before I opened the tap and splashed my face with cold water.
Giving myself an extra minute to calm down, I walked out and noticed Dominick was in my seat. With a knowledgeable smirk, I did what any girlfriend would do.
Sit right onto his lap.
His chuckle of approval made my heart flicker in loving admiration as he held me close and kissed my cheek.
"Welcome back, princess," he greeted. "I'm borrowing your seat for this conversation.
"No complaints on my end," I assured him, my eyes scanning around to see Tristan was in his seat opposite mine while Otis and Adonis were parallel to our seats.
Meeting Tristan's gaze, I got right into it.
"What did you discover, Oh-Wise-One," I hummed, watching his lips curl up as he turned over his tablet so we could get an overview of the map.
We all focused on Tristan as he revealed his findings.
"Dubai's glorious Supernatural Prison. Many refer to it as the Supernatural Prison of Luxury. It's believed to be six levels deep and hold about one hundred mega dangerous supernaturals. Mega referring to gods, demigods, and forbidden royalty. Apparently, it once held Lucifer himself."
That had all of us tilting our heads in question.
"Are you sure about that last part?" I inquired.
"What? You guys think Lucifer sits down on his flaming throne in hell all the time?" Tristan looked around at our stunned expressions and frowned. "You guys really don't believe me."
"Nope," we said in unison.
"Secret Op information." He grinned with pride. "When we get Omarion's ass out of jail, you can ask him. Moving along!"
He zoomed in on the map, showing what appeared to be the entrance of the prison of luxury. I was gawking before he even spoke.
"This is the entrance of the prison. Yes, it looks like you're entering the grand entrance of a royal sanctuary. I'm not sure if their intention was to build it so that no one else knew it held some of the world's most dangerous supernaturals, but it does the job."
"Damn," Otis and Adonis said in unison.
Dominick placed his chin on my shoulder, leaning in to take a closer look at the image. "Are those pillars, that look like they were made in the Renaissance times, what would be lookout towers in a typical jail?"
"Basically," Tristan replied. "I believe from the notes I found that they didn't see the need for having watch towers so they figured pillars would upgrade the look. They also decorate them during Christmas time."
"Wow," I commented, feeling a little blown away. "This looks more like a seven-star hotel than a jail."
"Well, here's the thing." Tristan leaned back and lowered the tablet for a second. "Most of the prisoners there stay there by choice."
"By choice?" Dominick questioned.
"That's similar to what the sergeant said about Psychic Prison's Level Four. That the four individuals down there are normally there by choice and can leave as they please."
Tristan nodded in understanding and flipped the image to the next one, where there was a list of information.
"From what I've discovered so far, similar protocols are in place in this prison. The individuals there get to remain as they please. Some remain imprisoned due to actual crimes that killed thousands if not millions, but depending on their behavior, they get to take a good three vacations a year. Those who remain there by choice normally stay to hide their identity or secure their royal status. You know royalty is a big thing in the supernatural department, so some may stay hidden so that villains or other individuals that seek their demise can't touch them."
"That's kind of smart," I admitted.
"Agreed there." Adonis nodded his head. "The best way to avoid unnecessary bloodshed of their people is by remaining hidden and practically untouchable."
"Couldn't those who want an individual to be incarcerated figure out a way inside to finish the job?" Otis questioned. "Like in Omarion's case. It was broadcasted that he was being transferred over there."
"That was obviously a lure," Tristan acknowledged. "Omarion's a double agent and they know that. They broadcasted that on purpose to give a sense of shame to the 'good' guys, if you want to refer to us as that. I don't think it was to try and lure Cass or to cause our involvement."
"You don't believe they're luring us into a trap?" I inquired.
"I genuinely think they believe you're dead," Tristan replied.
"But there's no body," Otis muttered.
Tristan merely smiled, which only told me we didn't know something.
"What did Everett do?" I inquired.
"Why would you bring up Everett?" Tristan asked in amusement, clearly enjoying my detective's brain.
"Everett somehow knows how to make every situation fall into our favor, if he's tossed into something quick enough. Widow pissed him off, which means he had to get payback in some sick sort of way to piss her off."
"Intuitive," Tristan chuckled. "He hired a necromancer to create a dead body replica of you and put it on the edge of the island where you made the poisonous flowers. They never investigated that part so not only does that get them in big shit, it'll eventually prove Omarion's innocence since none of his fingerprints are on the body."