The men pulled away, and I whimpered with desperation.
Cool air burned overstimulated flesh.
“You get between her legs,” Augustus ordered, and once again Kharon fell to his knees before me, his breath tingling across my heat.
But this time, glacial blue eyes filled with blood.
“I’ll hold her,” Augustus said as he gripped the back of my neck, pulling my limp torso against his chest. My raw nipples rubbed against his toga, and I whimpered louder.
Black eyes stared into mine.
“Alexis—I need you to look at me, my carus. You did such a good job,” Augustus praised. “Your punishment is over.”
I blinked in confusion.
Kharon licked my clit—foreign sensations coursed through my body, lighting every nerve on fire.
It was my pleasure,but more.
Smug male satisfaction mixed with ecstasy.
Holy crap. I’m feeling mineandhis pleasure at the same time.
Waves of rapture built higher, and I tipped my head forward, screaming.
I doubled over from the ripples—Augustus yanked my neck back so I wouldn’t fall. Bloodred eyes held my shuttering gaze.
Pressure tingled behind my eyes.
Instinctively, I tried to yank away, but he held me still.
His voice pounded inside my skull. “Feel ecstasy,” he commanded. Just like that, pure rapture exploded inside my mind.
I screamed with pleasure.
Time didn’t exist.
As I panted and shook, my vision slowly refocused.
The men were still fully clothed.
My toga was bunched up at my waist, and I was leaning forward, slumped against Augustus. My chin was on his shoulder.
“Such a good carus,” Augustus praised as he rubbed circles on my back.
Kharon was resting his head against my thigh, tracing his fingers over my calf.
Either I was hallucinating, or two ferocious-looking skeleton dogs were sleeping in the middle of the aisle.
I tried to speak, but my throat was hoarse.
After a couple of attempts, I whispered, “What are those skeleton dogs?”
Kharon’s teeth grazed across my inner thigh as he nipped at me. Augustus kissed the side of my neck and kept drawing circles.
“Those,” Kharon said as he kissed my leg, “are my two protectors. They’re hellhounds.”
His neck tattoo. That was what I couldn’t remember. Furia was slang for hellhound.
