Chapter 24 Maliki
Maliki
This was not my intention when I entered the maze. I wanted to check on Sera, ensure she was safe, and ask her if she needed anything.
But the damn lingerie-like gown Hades had put on her changed my mind the moment I laid eyes on her.
The fact that she was obviously already turned on—Thank you, Morpheus—only heated me up more. And the next thing I knew, I was carrying her to the bedroom.
Having her naked and astride my lap right now does not have me regretting my choices.
Hades might kill me, as we haven’t exactly defined any rules here.
Oh well. It’ll be a worthy death.
A decision that becomes evident as Sera reaches for my belt.
Her lust-filled gaze meets mine, and I know she’s letting her instincts guide her. I’m prepared to help her along where needed, but we’ll go at her pace.
This is just an introduction, a way to make her comfortable before I defile her innocence and teach her all the ways she can experience pleasure.
She’s not ready for that yet.
However, I think she will be soon. Especially with the eagerness she’s portraying now as she unfastens the button of my pants. She’s only barely undone my belt, too. My girl isn’t taking her time. She’s eager.
Which makes me wonder what Morpheus showed her in her dreams.
If he taught her this, then, once again… Thank you, Morpheus.
The zipper is next, the sound a reverberation that sends my tattoos writhing along my arms and down my torso.
Sera pauses, obviously noticing the movement, and watches as some of my smokelike bands disappear beneath her fingertips.
Her eyes slowly lift to mine, causing my lips to curl. “Curious, trouble?” I ask her as I tuck my hands behind my head.
“Yes,” she admits.
“Then finish your job,” I tell her. “Free my cock.”
Because I’m not doing this for her.
This is all about learning one another, our preferences, our tastes, our needs.
She’s going to explore me just like I’ve explored her.
Her pupils dilate, and her tongue comes out to sweep across her lower lip.
Then she shifts back onto my thighs and tugs on the zipper.
I’m about to tell her to slip her hand inside my boxers, but she moves off of me entirely to drag my pants down my legs.
I watch her, loving the way she’s disrobing me.
There’s a boldness to her movements, one I know is fostered by her spirit and not experience.
Did Morpheus show her how to do this, too? I wonder. Or is this all Sera?
Neither reason actually matters.
All I care about is her hands on my bare legs, skimming upward to my boxer briefs.
She doesn’t ask or comment, just hooks her thumbs inside the black fabric and yanks them down—similar to what I did to her gown. Except the boxers don’t rip; they just glide down my legs.
Being the thorough woman that she is, she removes my socks with the boxers, leaving me as naked as her on the bed.
And from the expression on her face, I can tell she’s impressed.
“Like what you see, sweet mystery?” I ask, wondering if her mouth will compliment me in a manner similar to her eyes.
“Yes,” she whispers, admiring my muscular thighs before studying my cock. Her nostrils flare, her tongue sneaking out to dampen her lips again.
“Are you thinking about tasting me?” I murmur, curious as to what she’s thinking.
She glances up to meet my gaze. “Can I touch you?”
“You can do whatever you want to me, Sera.” I mean it. She could drag a knife along my skin, make me bleed, and I would allow it.
I’m hers in a way I’ve never belonged to anyone.
I can’t define it. Can’t say how or when it happened. But at some point, my babysitting assignment turned into something so much more. So much deeper. So much more intense.
Now, Sera owns my loyalty. My compassion. My everything.
Is it fast? For her, maybe. But I’ve had eternity to find a connection like this. I know what I feel. I trust it. And I’m not going to shy away from it.
Perhaps, it’ll be temporary.
Perhaps, it’ll be for eternity.
But as her palms skim my thighs, I hope for the latter. Because fuck, that feels good. So. Fucking. Good.
My tattoos warm in response, swirling along my skin and creating a pleasant hum. Her eyes widen a little, telling me she feels it, too. When she notices the way the smoky lines whirl and move along my shaft, her fingertips pause.
“I told you I would show you what my tattoos can do,” I tell her, amused by the way she’s studying my arousal. “Stroke me, trouble. Feel me.”
Because I want to demonstrate my power against her palm, make her realize just what I’ll be able to do once I’m inside her.
She visibly shivers, then drifts her touch upward to tentatively trace one of the tattooed lines.
When it moves, she yanks her hand back. But then narrows her eyes and touches me again.
Bolder now. Hotter. Her lips part when my tattoos react to her exploration.
“Oh,” she breathes, her cheeks reddening. “Oh.”
I smile. “You asked about my gifts, Sera. I told you I can make others feel whatever I desire. Pain… pleasure…” I increase the frequency and add, “Ecstasy.”
Her eyes practically roll into the back of her head, her nipples beading tightly, her body so flushed with arousal that I sit up and grab her hips before she can fall off of me. “Maliki,” she says, her chest suddenly heaving.
A chuckle leaves me as I pull her up my legs and onto my lap. She releases my shaft in the process and grabs my shoulders, her overexcited state leaving her beautifully submissive beneath my touch.
“Wrap your legs around my waist,” I tell her softly.
She obeys, lost to the vibrations my body is releasing to hers.
It’s not a purr. It’s something better.
Or, at least, I think it’s better.
And the way she’s pushing into me now suggests she agrees.
“Reach down and part your pussy lips for me,” I tell her. “I want you to feel my tattoos against your clit.”
Her lashes flutter, the only indication that my command is registering through the haze of lust likely overtaking her mind.
She hasn’t orgasmed yet.
But my tattoos certainly put her on the edge.
Now I’m going to drive her over that cliff and thrust her into oblivion.
Sera grabs my shoulder with one hand, then slips her opposite palm downward, just like I told her to do, and spreads herself for me.
“Good girl,” I praise, my palms still on her hips. “Now prepare yourself, Sera. This is going to be intense.”
Her eyes widen just a little, but I don’t give her time to reconsider. This is still an introduction. And it’s not like I’m going to fuck her in this state.
She needs to be warmed up. Stretched. Prepared.
This is just about pleasure. Her pleasure.
And… mine, too.
I jerk her up against me, causing her to gasp as my cock perfectly aligns with her cunt. It’s an intimate kiss that allows her to feel how large I am, because her clit is against my shaft, not the head. Her eyes widen, then her lashes flutter again as my tattoos do their job.
A scream leaves her, the orgasm almost instantaneous.
It makes me wonder if she’s ever used a vibrator before. I’m guessing not. But now she has her own personal toy—one I’ll let her use whenever and however she desires.
“Maliki,” she pants, her thighs tightening around my waist as the sensations increase.
“Embrace it,” I tell her, upping the pressure and holding her as she comes undone again.
She grabs hold of me with both hands now, her nails digging into my skin as she falls apart in my lap. I groan in kind, her slick coating my cock in a rapturous invitation.
It takes restraint not to flip her onto the bed and drive into her needy cunt.
But she’s not ready for me yet.
However, I absolutely indulge myself by guiding her hips against mine and sliding through her damp folds. Vibrating her clit some more. Soaking my shaft. Feeling the reward of my actions through the warmth of her pussy.
“Shadows,” I whisper, my lips hovering near hers. “You feel fucking phenomenal. I’m going to need you to keep coming for me, Sera.” I apply even more pressure, my tattoos increasing their reverberations to intensify her pleasure.
She tries to pull away from me, her panting turning violent.
But I don’t release her hips. I hold her in place. “Endure it, Sera. Take every second of this climax and understand how much more I intend to give you. Because this is only the beginning for us. I’m going to keep you in a state of arousal for hours.”
And I mean it.
She’s going to keep coming until she passes out.
Because fuck, this feels so good.
I’m not even inside her, and I’m content to simply exist with her pussy gushing against my cock.
“Maliki,” she says, my name sounding like a curse on her tongue.
“That’s right, trouble,” I murmur against her mouth. “That’s my cock making you come just by touching you.”
Her nails bite into my skin so intently that I begin to bleed.
But I don’t fucking care.
She feels too good on my lap for me to stop.
And I tell her that with my tongue as I kiss her deeply, forcing her to accept this, to accept us, to accept me.
By the time I’m done introducing her to my talents, she’s quivering as violently as my tattoos, and I lay her out on the bed.
Then I lick a path down her sweet form, pausing at her tits before continuing to the prize below.
“Oh, pretty mystery, your clit is fucking swollen,” I tell her before tenderly stroking the source of her pleasure.
She bows off the bed, but I hold her down with my hand against her stomach.
“Shh,” I hush her. “I’m going to kiss it better.”
“Thorns,” she hisses when I seal my mouth around her.
She grabs my hair, yanking at my head, but I’m not stopping until I’m satisfied. She tastes too good and feels too amazing for me to consider pausing now.
I lick her deep.
Kiss her.
Lick her again.
Suckle her.
And smile when she starts to pant just like before.
Hades once told me about an Omega’s penchant for coming on repeat, how they’re practically insatiable while in heat, and I’m seeing how true those claims were now.
Because Sera is no longer trying to pull me away. She’s practically pushing me against her pussy and demanding more.
I slide two fingers into her to apply some pressure and drive her toward oblivion with my tongue against her clit.
By the time she’s falling apart again, she’s barely coherent.
So I climb back up her body and kiss her for a while, allowing her to recover from the intensity, and simply indulge my need to be close to her. To hold her. To worship her.
It’s such a bizarre need. So unique to her. Yet I’ve never felt more important than I do right now as she clings to me. It’s like I’m her source of life. Her anchor in this reality. Her one true path.
And I fucking love being that for her.
Protecting her goes beyond the desire to guard her. It’s about ensuring her happiness, too. Pleasuring her. Making her smile up at me like she is right now…
“You look lust-drunk,” I murmur, amused as she presses against me like a content little kitten.
“I want to make you lust-drunk, too,” she says, sounding sleepy and a tad delirious. “Can I lick your cock, Maliki? Taste you?”
My eyebrow wings upward. “You never have to ask permission to lick me, trouble. I’m yours to touch and fondle and play with as you wish.”
She smiles, her eyes closing. “Mmm, ’kay.”
I chuckle. “Something tells me you’re not going to stay awake long enough to properly play with me.”
She nods. “Mm-hmm. Soon. Maybe. Yes.”
My lips twitch. “Okay, sweet mystery.”
She yawns. “I’m going to…” She trails off, nuzzling into me. “Make you… come… too.”
“Whatever you want,” I tell her.
“ ’Kay,” she replies groggily, yawning again. “Soon.”
My tattoos shift into something more soothing, the need to comfort her overriding every other instinct.
Which naturally has my dick aching in protest.
But we’ll make time to play after she wakes up.
And if she still wants to lick me then, I’ll indulge her.
However, until then, I’ll hold her while she sleeps.
I close my eyes with her, reveling in the moment.
Only to stir a second later as a familiar presence enters the room.
I don’t look at him, though. I keep my eyes closed as I ask, “Did you enjoy watching me play with your wife?” Because I have no doubt Hades was lurking nearby throughout the entire exchange. Though, I didn’t think about him once.
Bloody voyeur.
“Yes,” he says. “And also no.”
My lips twitch. “Sounds right. Are you going to punish me now?”
“Was a potential punishment what held you back from fucking her?” he asks.
I finally peek at him, not at all surprised to find him standing right beside the bed with his hands in the pockets of his dress slacks. “I didn’t fuck her because we’re still getting to know each other,” I tell him. “It had nothing to do with you.”
He considers me for a moment. “It’s not like you to move slowly with a lover.”
“Sera is more than just a lover,” I counter.
The comment has his lips curling. “I know. She’s our mate.” He cocks his head. “So, no, Maliki. I’m not going to castigate you for treating her right. But I fully accept your punishment for the way I’ve treated her thus far.”
I frown at him. “You want me to punish you?”
“You already are,” he tells me. “Watching you play together brings me great pleasure, and significant pain.” He winces a bit. “Which is why I need to talk to Morpheus.”
I arch a brow at him, curious as to what he means by that.
But before I can ask, he says, “Keep her happy, Maliki. I’m going to try to do the same.” With that cryptic comment, he vanishes.
I sigh. “The mandate was unnecessary,” I tell him, aware that he’s long gone and can’t hear me. “Sera’s pleasure is my main priority now. Which makes her my boss, not you.”
Not that Hades was ever actually my boss.
But the words needed to be said regardless.
Even if he didn’t actually hear them.
Though, I swear I hear a snort from the shadows. Perhaps from Hades. Maybe from his beast.
Regardless, I’ve said what I wanted to say.
Now all that matters is keeping Sera warm and safe while she rests.
And being ready for her when she wakes…