Page 178 of Bonds of Hercules
Kharon slammed his lips against mine.
“Quiet, Alexis.”
I opened my mouth to argue, and he plunged his tongue inside.
His taste was headier than the ambrosia and the effects more pronounced.
“Enough … Do this later,” Augustus said gruffly. “You’re causing a scene.”
Kharon pressed his hips against my core and turned me, so my back was pressed flush against Augustus and my side was against the pillar—he made a guttural sound and grabbed my hips from behind.
Kharon fisted my curls and tilted my head back harshly.
Augustus jerked his hips against my ass.
I melted (a small voice in my head wondered if meemaw was watching, and if Sparta had a witness protection program).
Augustus leaned down and pressed kisses to the sensitive skin below my ear. His voice dropped an octave. “If you keep kissing her like that against me, I’m going to lose all control and slaughter everyone in this room for watching. Then I’m going to fuck her on the floor.”
Kharon stilled, his breath ragged as he pulled his lips away from mine.
He swore under his breath as he stepped back, icy eyes full of heat.
Augustus flexed his hips one last time, then released his grip on me.
All three of us were struggling to breathe.
Augustus made another harsh noise as he raked his hands through his hair, messing up the long two-toned locks.
“That wasn’t a funny joke,” I said, my mouth swollen from Kharon’s aggressive kiss, neck tingling where Augustus had pressed his lips.
Augustus’s midnight eyes hardened. “What are you talking about?” His voice was gritty.
I rubbed the back of my neck. “The killing everyone and then …” I trailed off, unable to say the words.
I discreetly squeezed my thighs together.
“Fuckingyou,” Kharon purred as he dragged his thumb across his lips, Adam’s apple bobbing as he stared down at me hungrily.
“Yeah, that.”
Augustus frowned. “Who said I was joking?” A vein jumpedin his temple and his hands shook as he clasped them behind his back.
He looked undone.
I forced out a laugh. “Har, har, very funny.”
“It wasn’t a joke,” Augustus said softly, the quiet tenor of his voice more disturbing than if he’d yelled. “I meant what I said.”
He took a step toward me.
Ozone filled my nose.
Someone tapped me on the shoulder, and I turned away from my husbands. My head was fuzzy, and it had nothing to do with the ambrosia.
Lights started flashing blindingly in my face.
Click. Click. Click.
