Free Wave of Memories: The Sons of the Zodiac by Addison Fox

antiquities have some serious properties, ancient texts are often full of ways to disarm enemies, manage problems or understand where something came from.”
    The librarian returned pushing a cart of books and she saw Aidan’s bright blue gaze warm with their arrival. Something opened inside of her in that moment, as she watched the man she loved do something he loved.
    In the same way the moments they shared gave her an insight into his soul, it was still only one piece. One part of who he was.
    When Aidan lifted the first book and began flipping gently through the old, brittle pages, Meg realized she was being given the opportunity to see yet another facet.

CHAPTER EIGHT
    Aidan reached for his coffee and willed the caffeine to work its magic. They’d been at this for hours and he still hadn’t put his finger on exactly what he was looking for.
    The information he sought eluded them, despite the fact that he knew it was there.
    The answers were
all
there, if only he could dig deeply enough. If only he had enough patience to find them.
    Tyrus was sponsored by someone. Oh sure, he’d managed to stay off the collective radar of he and his warrior brothers and even Themis, presumably, but he was there. As immortals, they left a mark on each other and on the history of humanity that unfolded each and every day.
    He just had to find the thread.
    Meg walked back to the table and added a couple of large volumes to the pile. “I’ve been through every book I could find on your father’s battles as well as Tyrus’s father’s battles. Nothing’s turned up.”
    Aidan glanced up at her, the disgusted note in her voice obvious. A small moue turned down the edges of her lips and as he caught sight of her, something hard slammed into his gut.
    “What?”
    Whatever control he’d always prided himself on snapped as need and desire formed a knot in his belly. “Can you come here for a minute?”
    Her head tilted slightly in confusion but she followed him as he walked to the nearby stacks, the heavy bookcases rising around them.
    “Is everything o—?”
    He never even gave her time to finish the sentence as he pulled her against his body. He took the impact of the movement, presenting his back to the heavy wooden bookcase while he pulled her close. Aidan felt her momentary confusion as her lips stayed solid against his, before recognition hit and she opened for him. Her arms wrapped around his neck and then she was there with him, riding the moment, feeding the conflagration that burned around them even as she took greedily from it.
    Mindless with need, he took and took, desperate to feast on her. He dragged his tongue through her mouth once more, the exquisite sensation of having her meet him and drive him harder tightening his body nearly to the point of pain.
    “Aidan!” she whispered against his lips.
    “What?” he mumbled, stroking her through the thin barrier of her clothes.
    “We can’t do this here.” Despite her protests, she didn’t break the contact of their mouths, instead pressing her lips against his with maddening insistence.
    “Then let’s go.”
    The air grew heavy around them as Aidan transported them back to the brownstone, the tools they were accessing in the library a distant memory.
    “That’s handy,” she added dryly while his bedroom shimmered back into view around them.
    “I’m nothing if not efficient,” he added before unsnapping her slacks and dragging them down her legs.
    Meg felt his hands reach for her blouse and she couldn’t stop the tease that sprang to her lips. “Who knew old books were such an aphrodisiac?”
    “Baby, you have no idea.”
    *  *  *
    “Nothing like a little geek love to get the blood pumping.” Aidan lay on his back, Meg sprawled over him. Her breath dragged in heavy pants in and out of her lungs and he abstractly wondered if they were going to kill each other in their rush to get reacquainted.
    As he ran a lazy hand over her firm ass, Aidan acknowledged