Bonds of Hercules (Villains of Lore, #2)(108)

Augustus made a sound and jerked.

Emboldened, I explored the firm ridges of his chest, trailing lower over his abs, enjoying how they bunched and flexed beneath my touch.

I brushed lower, glancing across metal and a smooth, weeping head—his dick bobbed against his stomach.

Augustus swore violently as he palmed my breasts, his calluses abrasive against my sensitive nipples—white-hot pleasure shot through my core.

I squeezed my thighs together.

Kharon pressed kisses down my spine, biting gently, then lapping at the tender skin.

Augustus caressed my chest.

He paused as he traced over the thin scar between my breasts—I shook my head, not now—his expression promised we’d come back to it later.

Augustus traced across my stomach, lingering on the burn mark, then moved lower to my hips.

Kharon brushed his palms over the globes of my ass, then squeezed, as Augustus casually traced around the patch of curls between my thighs.

Lust made everything blur.

A horribly exciting, ridiculous idea struck me.

With a shaky breath, I rested my hands on Augustus’s warm, water-covered chest and gathered my courage.

“Could you both teach me how to … pleasure a man?” I whispered, curiosity rising.

Kharon froze behind me, his teeth pausing mid-nip on the sensitive skin where my neck met my shoulder.

Augustus gripped my hips, nails digging into my skin. “Are you sure … that’s what you want?” he asked hoarsely.

Kharon pulled his mouth away from my neck and stepped back.

I opened my mouth to complain.

He grasped my chin—forcefully turned my head to the side—and plunged his tongue into my mouth, silencing me. He didn’t kiss; he devoured.

When his heated lips finally wrenched away, his hand gripped my jaw tighter, face hovering close enough to count every individual eyelash.

“Don’t hold back,” I said with a gasp. “I want the real you.”

Kharon’s eyes were completely black, his pupils blown wide. He bared his teeth.

“He’s more viciously inclined.”

“Carissima …” he said softly. “Get … on your knees.”

Arthur Miller whispered in my ear, “Until an hour before the Devil fell, God thought him beautiful in Heaven.”

Augustus cupped my breasts gently—thumbs dragging over my nipples. “Be a good girl, my sweet carus.”

“I tend to praise.”

“Obey me,” Kharon said darkly. “Or we leave the shower, and this is over.”

I lowered myself to my knees.

“So obedient,” Augustus whispered warmly. “So perfect.”

Kharon moved around me, tracing his fingertips along blue diamonds, until he stood beside Augustus.

Water coursed over them; steam tendrilled along their shoulders; they were malefic, ethereal beings.

Kharon looked down at me with a lacerating sneer; Augustus smiled.

They were both exposed before me.

Where Augustus’s cock was thick with metal pierced through the head, Kharon’s was longer and veiny. One was bronzed with a dark tip, the other ruddy and maroon.

In the faint candlelight, both had scarlet script written across their left thighs.

I squinted at the words, trying to read them—weeks ago I’d thought they were streaks of blood.

They had matching tattoos.

Candlelight flickered, mixing with water, obscuring what the ink said.

“Open your mouth.” Kharon overenunciated each word.

I obeyed.

Kharon gripped his dick and pulled it down, holding it above my parted lips.

I leaned forward and steadied myself on his thighs—scar tissue on his right leg, smooth skin on his left.

Kharon gently gathered my wet curls up into a ponytail with his right hand. He held it back from my face, grasping his cock tightly with his skeleton-tattooed fingers—he leaned forward and traced the weeping tip over my lips.

A barely there touch—we both moaned from pleasure.

“Suck. Hollow out your cheeks—use your tongue. No teeth.” Kharon’s pale stomach bunched as he flexed.

It wasn’t a question.

Kharon pushed himself into my mouth with tender gentleness.

Holding on to his thighs, I took him deeper, choking on the size as I tried to obey. From his rapturous expression, he didn’t mind my lack of finesse.

“You’re doing so amazing,” Augustus praised as he stood next to Kharon, watching me, while he gripped the base of his dick and stroked slowly along the thickness.

My core fluttered.

Kharon waited patiently, holding himself still as he let me explore. Licking, I traced the silky vein on the underside. Teasing back and forth with my tongue, I enjoyed the velvety soft surface.

Water streamed down my face like tears.

I tried to suck him deep, but choked again.

Apparently, my gag reflex was VERY developed.

Kharon chuckled darkly as I failed to suck on all of him. “Don’t hurt yourself.”

I looked up at him through the water, holding his gaze.

His hips jerked, and he whispered under his breath, “You’re destroying me,” like he was praying.

Pulling back, I licked the slope around his head.

“You’re taking him so perfectly,” Augustus praised, veins standing out on his forearm as he tipped his head back, the V of his Adonis belt straining.