Bonds of Hercules (Villains of Lore, #2)(146)
My breathing was too loud in the silence.
Achilles turned to me.
He exploded, movements jerky with need—blood rushed south as he grabbed me by the arms and pushed me back until I was pinned against the wall. His fingers trailed across my abs, then lower. He unzipped my cargo pants, freeing my aching shaft.
Ever since the SGC it had been like this between us—frantic and rushed.
I pulled out his man bun and tangled my fingers in his silky hair.
He palmed me roughly, stroking hard, just the way I liked.
I tugged on his hair.
“I love you so much,” I said as I traced my hands over his face, then lowered them and reached for his zipper. I pulled out his hard, tattooed cock. It pulsed in my hand, unbelievably thick. Precum beaded the ruddy head.
His hips jerked, smoke pouring from his muzzle, as he fisted both of us.
I looked down—and spit.
Then once again buried my hands in his hair, holding on for dear life as he stroked us both faster. Slippery sounds echoed, mixing with my grunts of pleasure. He didn’t stop until our cum covered his hands, dripping onto the floor.
Heaving after a powerful orgasm, I buried my head in the divot between his neck and collarbone, my favorite part of his body. I kissed his skin, his sweat an aphrodisiac on my tongue as I licked and suckled.
With his muzzle, it was the closest we could ever come to a kiss.
53
THE DRAGON
ACHILLES
I held on to Patro’s bicep, my fingers shaking. He was my heart and soul. My everything.
The urge to chain him to my side was overwhelming. Ever since they’d severed his tendon, I’d been plagued by the need to massacre every Olympian on earth.
Dostoevsky must have seen inside my soul when he wrote, “no animal could ever be so cruel as a man, so artfully, so artistically cruel.”
There was no mercy left inside me.
“I adore you,” Patro whispered against my neck.
I shuddered.
Start a war for him.
Do it.
Patro kissed down to my collarbone. “I love you so much.”
I just need to get this muzzle off.
Then I’ll kill them all.
“I love you more than anything in the world,” Patro said with reverence.
The Olympians were smart to muzzle me. Most of the time I was a calm, collected man, but then there were the other times, the moments when I snapped, and lost all pretenses of civility. I was close to the latter.
Patro sighed heavily.
Pulling away from him, loathing every inch that separated us, I signed, “Don’t worry.”
“About what?” Patro’s shockingly green eyes were glazed with pleasure.
“Medusa,” I signed, bracing myself for his rage.
Patro’s lips curled into a sinful smile.
Pheromones and something new, a forbidden dark urge, lingered in the air between us.
“Oh, I’m not worried,” Patro said, his tone wicked. “But Medusa should be.”
If I was a good man, I would have told him to leave her alone.
I didn’t.
My own curiosity was piqued by the infamous Gorgon.
Everyone assumed that I was the only dangerous one in the relationship, but when Patro set his sights on someone, when he was truly intrigued, no force on earth could stop him from getting what he wanted.
Toxic anticipation filled my chest.
We were already assigned as Medusa’s bodyguards, and we were going to be spending a lot of time together in the future.
She can’t escape us.
Leather creaked as I tried to smile.
FATE’S FULL UNSEEN PROPHECY
The lost one shall change what is before Chained to death’s soldiers, becoming evermore Her healing light shall mend the injured four Drex, Lucia, Kharon, and the Serpent of Lore The chained one shall reveal the evil underscore Guarded by Crimson men, seeing afore
Their love shall change the tides of war The monstrous one shall mend and restore For the lost one hears his beastly roar *
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ACKNOWLEDGMENTS
Thank you to my mother, who for months on end read this book as I wrote it. Your constant insistence that I “add more spice and stop being a weird prude” was truly invaluable. This book is as much my work as it is yours. There’s no one else in the world I’d want to call over fifty times a day to discuss a story.
Thank you to my team of beta readers, who read multiple versions of this book. This story would be nothing without your detailed feedback and requests. Special thanks to Jamie for aggressively demanding more Patro and Achilles. You were so real for that.
Thank you to everyone at Canary Street Press for all your support. Special thanks to my editor, Cat Clyne, for helping to polish the plot, and for making sure Kharon kept his unhinged edge. I’m immensely grateful that you understood the vibe.
Thank you to my agent, Kimberly Whalen, for believing in me and bringing this series to over twenty different countries. I don’t know what I’d do without you.
Thank you to my brother, Cameron; my sister-in-law, Kait; my Aunt Allie; my bestie, Caitlan; and Grandpa Jim for telling literally everyone you know to read my books (even though I repeatedly tell you to stop doing that).