Page 18 of Bonds of Hercules
That was my only warning.
He lunged.
Long fingers grasped my chin and tipped my face up—my skin sparked as the current ran between us—I was rooted to the spot.
Something sizzled.
Kharon lowered his head until our lips brushed.
Zap.A spark leapt between us—our breaths mingled.
His tongue darted out to lick the blood off my lower lip. Tingles danced across the edge of my mouth where his tongue had lightly brushed.
It was the faintest touch.
My skin smoldered in his wake.
“Carissima,” he groaned, full of anguish.
Crack.“What inKronos’s kingdomis going on here?” Augustus’s deep voice rang out, breaking the spell.
Both our heads snapped toward him like we’d been caught doing something depraved (we had).
Augustus looked around with a furrowed brow like he was surprised where he was, then he focused on us. He stared for a long second, and his surprise morphed into something … dangerous.
“Don’t stop on my behalf. Kiss her,” Augustus ordered, his voice velvety smooth. “Now.”
Wait. What did he just say—
Kharon grabbed my jaw and slammed our mouths together.
Electricity exploded.
His tongue plunged into my mouth. I whimpered as he bit down on my lower lip—hard. He groaned, our breaths mixing.
Kharon kissed harder, like he was trying to devour me. Hislips were bruising, and I pressed against him, onto my tiptoes, needing more.
Sparks sizzled. A current pulsed between us.
“Enough,” Augustus ordered, and Kharon yanked his mouth away, panting heavily, but he kept his fingers wrapped around my chin. I leaned into his touch.
A single spark pulled taut between us; it buzzed through the air, connected to our lips. It snapped.
I licked away the sting.
Augustus adjusted his pants.
He enjoys watching us.
Poco stuck his head up over Augustus’s shoulder, tipped his furry head back, and screamed at me accusingly.
Yes, I am a pervert.
Next question.
Calluses dug into my chin—Kharon turned my face so I was staring up at him. He still hadn’t released me.
“You taste … exquisite.” His voice was hoarse and gravelly.
