Page 18 of The Demigod Complex
As she unfroze, her flight instinct kicked in hard. With a gasp, she ducked, then leaned over, peeking around Castor’s bulk, focused on a man laughing with a group of five or six other men. Kaios. The werewolf was still drop-dead handsome, still remarkably young looking for one so old. She’d bet money he was also still the same total and utter ass.
Her mind rattled with thoughts that she couldn’t quite piece together…
He was supposed to be dead.
The instinct that told her someone had broken into her apartment, twice, might have been right.
No way was it a coincidence that he appeared here now.
“Shit,” she hissed through clenched teeth. Anger disappeared as panic flipped her heart rate to max. She frantically scanned the room for an escape. Seeing none close enough, she stepped closer to Castor, practically burrowing into him, letting his size hide her.
“What the—” Castor glanced over his shoulder at whatever had captured her attention.
She yanked on his arm. “Don’t look,” she whispered. Werewolves had terrific hearing.
Castor whipped his head around only to stare down at her, his gaze almost comically a combination of worried and stunned at her behavior. “What’s going on?”
She peeped around her demigod shield.Crap. Kaios was walking this way. He’d see her any second. She glanced up at Castor, who stared at her like she’d lost her mind. Because she had.
“Kiss me,” she demanded.
His eyebrows shot up. “Excuse me?”
“You heard me.” Only a few more seconds.
He shook his head. “You want me to—”
“Screw it,” she muttered.
Going up on tiptoe, she wrapped her arms around his neck, pulling him down to her. Taken by surprise, he didn’t resist as she covered his lips with hers.
Castor stiffened against her, going totally unresponsive at first, which didn’t matter because she was more occupied with where her nemesis was in the room. But then he took over—large hands flat against her back, pressing her body closer to his, lips warm and so insistent that she went from distracted to completely and utterly focused…on Castor.
Electricity sizzled through her body, her nerves coming to glorious life at his every touch, starting from what his lips were doing, then spreading outward. Those lips, warm against her own—they mastered, they coaxed, they tempted and teased. She gave a small moan as he ran his tongue along the seam of her lips only to tangle with hers, brush against hers, when she opened to him on a whimper. His hands smoothed under her sweater, over her back to her hips, where he used a light grip to tug her in closer to his body, the ridge of his erection pressing into her belly.
For a demigod he was amazingly gentle. A warm glow of rightness joined the heat of passion. In his arms was where she was meant to be.
Wrong. Wrong. Wrong.
The warning bells went off in her head. This was her boss. And a demigod. And a man who desperately wanted to avoid sexual complications and messy emotions. Nothing was right about this.
And she needed to run. Far and fast. Disappear.
With a different gasp, this one mortification, she jerked back, stepping out of Castor’s arms before he could stop her. Her hand flew to her lips, which throbbed from his touch. Oh, great gods, she’d just kissed her boss like the nymph she’d once been.
He pinned her with blazing blue eyes, skin tight across his cheekbones and around his eyes. “Wow.” His voice was low and raspy and skittered along her nerves in a delicious way.
A quick glance showed Kaios had left the room. Thank the gods.
She pulled her shoulders back. Time to act casual. “Thanks for helping me with that. I’m sorry if it got out of hand. I couldn’t think of any other way to avoid that son of a hellhound.”
Passion shifted to confusion as his brows lowered in a glower. “Helping you withwhat?”
Leia blinked at the sudden change. He’d only been playing along…hadn’t he? “I was hiding from someone. I thought you realized.”
She checked over her shoulder, belatedly. There was no sign of her tormentor, thank the gods.
A quick glance back at Castor revealed an angry scowl on his face. “Let’s go,” he said. Or ordered.
