Bonds of Hercules (Villains of Lore, #2)(45)

He kissed me like he was punishing me. Does he have an oral fixation?

I yanked at his hair and arched my back off the bed, whimpering as my nipples dragged across the scarred ridges of his chest.

My back twinged at the movement; a mostly healed wound pulled.

I ignored the pain.

Kharon groaned, calloused hands trailing from my face down to my neck, dancing across my chest.

His touch was reverent.

The flush spread lower, my core pulsing.

He palmed my breast, his hand covering it as he tweaked my nipple with his thumb—I whimpered, dragging my nails across his scalp and rolling so our bodies were flush together—velvety hardness settled between my legs, stiff against my dripping core.

“Do that again,” Augustus ordered across the room. “She likes it.”

Kharon obeyed.

I threw my head back with a moan.

“You’re mine.” Kharon swore, hips jerking.

“Good girl,” Augustus praised. “You’re so responsive.”

Wetness pooled between my thighs.

“Alexis,” Kharon said darkly, his voice scratchy.

“Yes?” I asked, licking my cracked lips, my voice still hoarse from screaming. I tugged on his silky hair.

Memories of shrieking Titans, claws through flesh, and sobbing people played at the edge of my subconscious as I kissed his shockingly soft lips, chasing the thoughts away with pleasure.

Our tongues tangled.

Powerful thighs flexed beneath me as his legs spread wider.

“You’re going to take me,” Kharon ordered.

My toes curled at the deepening register of his rough voice.

“I’m going to fuck you so hard—you’ll crave it for the rest of your life.”

“Mmm-hmm,” I sighed into his mouth, my hands trailing down over his chest. Lower. Ridges trembled as abdominal muscles clenched under my touch.

I peeked through my lashes.

The mellow candlelight danced across smoldering blue eyes, pale edges, and messy black hair. Kharon stared at me hungrily, burying his hand deeper in my curls.

His dick was pressed fully against the length of my core, and if either of us shifted, he’d be inside me.

Sweat streaked down my chest.

“What are you going to do—Karen?” I taunted, lust making me bold.

His eyes flashed. “You’re not the one in charge here, princess.”

I pressed my thighs together.

We both groaned as his velvety hardness slipped lower, closer to my entrance.

I smirked.

Kharon clenched his jaw and flexed his hips—his cock slid slowly through the folds of my heat.

A spasm fluttered and I bit down on my lower lip, face flushing.

He looked smug.

I tightened my thighs again, and Kharon’s features sharpened, blood pooling in the whites of his eyes as he activated his powers.

His emotions slammed into me—fuck her for hours, consume her, going to tie her to the bed, destroy her, need to be inside of her.

Masculine pleasure joined mine, sensations exploding through my skin, as every hair on my body rose. Sweat beaded and the fever became an inferno.

Augustus made a harsh sound, his eyes hooded with lust as he watched us from the end of the bed.

“Can you feel how hard his cock is for you?” His silky voice had a biting edge.

Kharon panted, his jaw clenching like it was taking all his self-control not to push himself inside of me.

“Alexis—answer me,” Augustus ordered.

“Yes,” I whispered, sparks dancing in my vision as my fingers sprawled across Kharon’s scarred chest.

“Good girl,” Augustus drawled. “So obedient. So perfect for us.”

His praise washed over me, head spinning, everything becoming hazy.

Kharon dragged his blunt tip through my folds.

We both gasped.

“Tease her clit,” Augustus demanded.

Reaching his hand between our bodies, Kharon grabbed the base of his dick and dragged it back and forth over the sensitive bundle of nerves.

I closed my eyes and tipped my head back, nails digging into his flesh, as pleasure mounted in white-hot waves. I clenched around nothing, desperate for more.

“Look at me,” Kharon said harshly. “Look me in the eyes as your pretty cunt gushes all over my cock.”

He pushed the tip down, hovering in front of my entrance.

I stopped breathing.

“No,” Augustus said as he sauntered around the bed and stopped beside me. “You’ve both been in a healing coma for three days. She’s too injured for that. Not right now.”

He couldn’t have said something earlier?

Kharon groaned, face twisting, but he pulled his hips away.

I barely stopped myself from reaching for him.

Augustus leaned down, eyes hooded. He made a finger gun with his thumb and two fingers—then lowered it between my thighs.

His thumb made circular motions around my clit while his two fingers slid inside, stretching as he pumped.

Kharon leaned forward and kissed my lips. “You like that?” he whispered against my mouth as Augustus thrust his fingers inside me faster.

Nodding, I saw stars as Augustus bent the tips of his fingers just so, rubbing a sensitive spot deep inside of me.

“Come for us,” Kharon ordered as he kissed me. “Now.”