Chapter 8 #2
I’ve never felt this way about anyone. Maybe it’s the forbidden aspect. However, I fear it’s something so much darker than that. So much more intense.
I feel caught in her web.
Ensnared by her beauty and enthralled by her sincerity.
Captivated by her strength and lost to her needs.
I simply never want to leave. Never want this to end. Just want to indulge in her… for as long as I live.
Which may only be hours if Hades finds out what I’ve done.
But this kiss is worth facing his wrath.
Because this kiss makes her mine.
Something I solidify with my tongue. It’s a whispered vow, one I’m sure she doesn’t understand. Though, I don’t fucking care. She’ll learn.
And if she doesn’t accept my claim, then I’ll protect her from afar. Ensure her happiness. Worship her in my own way.
Sera’s arms slide around my neck, her perfect lips dancing with mine as I teach her what I like. Introduce her to my kiss. Possess her with my tongue.
She moans again, arching into me and practically begging me to lift her into my arms.
So I do and carry her to the bed, where I nestle her into the silky sheets, all while worshipping her with my mouth.
Her fingers thread through my hair as she holds me to her, and my little mystery tries to take control.
It’s cute.
Alluring.
Downright enchanting.
So I let her lead for a moment, give her time to play with my tongue and explore my mouth the way she wants to.
She shudders in response, her nails scraping my scalp before drawing down to my neck and over my shirt. “I want this off,” she says against my mouth.
“Yeah?” I reply. “Then take it off, trouble.”
Her resulting pout is endearing. But the way she narrows her eyes is hot as fuck.
It’s a sensual juxtaposition that has me far too eager to see where this goes.
Which is a problem since I can’t actually fuck her.
Or even make her come.
Not without putting her—and everyone else here—at risk.
Styxxx, I groan to myself, so fucking irritated by this situation.
Because I have to stop. We have to stop.
And naturally, my girl is taking off my shirt—because I told her to—just as I’m realizing that this can’t go much further.
I asked her to play. But I’m beginning to understand that there can’t be much play between us. Not if I want to stay in control.
She’s too fucking alluring for her own good.
I shift to allow her to tug my shirt off over my head, then settle on top of her once more. “We can’t go any further, trouble,” I tell her.
She stares up at me, her pupils blown with desire. “Why not?”
“Because I don’t trust myself to hold back,” I admit, my nose brushing hers. “Besides, we should probably get some rest.”
It’s been an intense day. Longer than a day, actually.
“But I want to kiss you more,” she whispers.
I smile. “I want to kiss you, too.” I lean down to demonstrate, my tongue leisurely dominating hers in a few languid strokes.
Strokes that turn into lingering caresses.
Shadows, she’s addicting…
Her small palms run over my back and up to my shoulders, while my hands itch to explore her soft curves.
But I hold myself back and wrap my fingers around her neck instead. It reminds me that she’s fragile. Vulnerable. Mine to protect.
She hums beneath me, the sound vibrating my palm as I continue to master her with my tongue.
Seconds turn into minutes. And I begin to realize that I could kiss this female for hours. Days. Weeks.
She’s simply perfect.
And so fucking sweet.
“Styx, Sera,” I breathe. “I feel like I could lose everything for you and not regret a second.”
She trembles. “Please don’t stop kissing me.”
Now it’s my turn to shudder. “All right, trouble.” I press my lips to hers and give her what she wants.
All while holding myself back with my palm around her neck.
Time passes. The world shifts. It’s just me and Sera until our kiss begins to slow.
And she gradually starts to relax beneath me as exhaustion takes hold of her.
This was something else Morpheus said would happen—her need to sleep.
“Omegas often rest for long periods before their heat,” he told me earlier. “Because they won’t be sleeping much during their estrus.”
I didn’t need to ask why an Omega wouldn’t be sleeping much; I already knew.
And I sincerely hope to indulge in the experience myself.
With Sera.
I brush a kiss against her cheek, then lower my mouth to her ear. “Sleep well, trouble,” I whisper. “I’ll be here when you wake up.”
I finally remove my palm from her neck and roll to my side, her smaller body moving with mine.
She nuzzles into my chest, almost as though she’s seeking something from me. A purr, maybe. But I’m not an Alpha. I can’t emit that low rumbling sound.
However, I can provide a different kind of vibration. A soothing one from my shadows.
Calling on my power, I pull my smoky ink to my torso and create a unique sensation, just for Sera.
And smile when she sighs with contentment.
Because I’ve calmed her. Protected her. Pleased her.
It’s a heady feeling, one born of a strange sort of pride. I’ve always been good to my bed partners. But never in this way.
I’ve also never kissed a woman like I just kissed Sera. It always leads to more and ends climactically. Then the female leaves, and I sleep alone.
Only, I don’t want that kind of ending with Sera.
I want this—her in my arms, sleeping against my chest, after kissing for eternity.
It’s blissful, even with the ache radiating from below.
An ache that grows as Sera slides her leg through mine and presses her thigh to my hard cock.
I close my eyes and grit my teeth.
Then focus on the vibrations my tattoos are creating.
Because this is for Sera.
My sweet little mystery.
Hades might call her his wife and his mate. But to me, she’s simply… mine.