Page 302 of Bonds of Hercules
It took every ounce of control I possessed to harden my features and don my mask of cruel indifference.
“You knownothing,” I said quietly.
Medusa gripped her arm tighter, and for a second she looked small and lost, but then her eyes flashed, snakes rattling, as she also donned a blank expression.
“Just leave me alone,” she spat.
I can’t.
This time, my smile wasn’t faked. “Didn’t you just hear the announcement?” I taunted, raising my eyebrows. “We’re your new bodyguards—we’re going to be spending alotof time together.”
Achilles stepped up next to me, his arm wrapping around my shoulders, fingers caressing my bicep.
I melted against him.
Medusa frowned, her ruby lips curling down, creating a pouty effect, and I stared at them, unable to look away.
Achilles traced his fingers up and down my arm in a soothing pattern.
Medusa looked between the two of us, curiosity flashing in her strange lavender eyes.
“We’re going to be sharing a room,” I said with dangerous softness. “There’s going to besomany nights just the three of us.Alone.”
Her lips parted on a gasp.
Pure masculine satisfaction squeezed my gut.
For the first time, she had nothing to say.
Yep, I just found a new hobby.
I caressed Achilles’s chest, enjoying how he flexed and pulled me tighter to his side, his bulge unmistakable.
A blush stained the top of Medusa’s cheeks, as she still struggled to speak.
Achilles flexed his hips, his hardness pressing against me.
Medusa bit down on her lower lip—hard—then she covered her mouth. Suddenly, she pushed past us, running out of the room, and as the door slammed shut behind her, the most inane urge gripped me—chase after her.
My breathing was too loud in the silence.
Achilles turned to me.
He exploded, movements jerky with need—blood rushedsouth 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.
