Chapter 33
Sera
Oh. My. Stars.
I have never felt more alive than I do right now. Everything inside me burns. My veins. My chest. That space between my thighs…
Hades’s touch sent me to a new place of existence, his fingers stroking my inner walls awakening an insatiable creature inside me. One that causes me to push my rump into the air, like I’m begging Maliki to take me.
It’s insanity.
It’s intense.
It’s a fantasy come to life.
Except I only ever experienced this sort of thing with Hades in my dreams. Not three males. Yet he’s sharing me with Morpheus and Maliki.
I don’t even know how to comprehend this madness. This shift. This exquisite paradise.
I’m naked.
Morpheus is naked.
Maliki is naked.
And Hades is fully clothed.
I don’t know why, but that fact makes everything even hotter.
Morpheus’s grip tightens in my hair, reminding me that it’s his cock in my mouth. Not that I forgot. His knot is throbbing beneath my hand, the bulbous muscle a brand against my palm.
Hades just threatened to take my virginity with his own knot, which I don’t fully understand. But I’m curious about how it would work since that part seems to be at the base of the shaft.
I squeeze Morpheus a little, wondering if the bulb moves.
He responds by tugging on my hair. “Not yet, little dreamer,” he says.
Part of me wants to pull off of his cock and ask him what he means. However, I don’t want to stop laving him with my tongue and mouth.
He tastes good. Like sin and decadence, if those two things even have a taste. I’m not sure. But he keeps leaking precum—a term I learned from Hades, once upon a dream—into my mouth, and I’m addicted to the flavor.
I want more.
I want to swallow him whole.
I want to feel him come undone.
However, it’s Maliki who seizes my focus as his lips brush my shoulder.
“Do you want this, trouble?” he asks, the words a low rumble that elicits a tremble in its wake. “I know we gave you a safety sign, Sera, but I need your consent before I do this.”
Morpheus’s grip on my hair lessens, his gaze meeting mine as he coaxes me upward. I release him with a pop, causing his lips to curl. “That hungry look in your eyes is going to exist inside my mind for eternity, little dreamer.”
Rather than let me go, he sits up and pulls me in for an unexpected kiss, one that leaves me quivering in his lap.
Because wow.
Wow.
He’s kissing me like I’m his. And maybe I am.
Three mates. Is that even possible?
Do I want to question it?
No. No, I do not.
Instead, I allow my tongue to glide against Morpheus’s, noting how similar this is to the dream we shared. Only it’s better because I know this is real. This is truly him. We’re here. We exist. And right now, I’m his…
He guides me closer until I’m fully straddling him, my heat up against his wet shaft, the intimate kiss sending shock waves through my body.
By the time he releases me, I’m panting.
“Oh, you’re very ready, aren’t you, little dreamer?
” he murmurs, his eyes burning into mine.
“I can feel you pulsing against my knot, begging for a cock to fill your sweet little cunt.” He tilts his head, sending his silver hair to the side.
“But I think Hades is right—Maliki should be first. He won’t be as harsh for your first time. ”
Maliki makes a noise of disagreement. “I won’t exactly go easy on her either.”
“None of us will,” Morpheus says as he cups my cheek. “Though, I don’t think she minds.” He leans in to kiss me again, causing me to tremble against him.
Because he’s right.
I don’t mind.
Not at all.
I just want more of this experience. More of them. More sensation.
I press into his hot shaft and shudder when he grabs my hip to stop me from going further. His opposite hand remains on my face as he pushes me away. “Give Maliki your consent, Serapina, and he’ll fulfill your every desire.”
A breath escapes me, one that feels heavy and light at the same time.
I feel enslaved to these males, to their hands, their mouths, their needs.
Or maybe it’s my own.
I… I don’t know. But as Morpheus nudges me toward Maliki, I give in to the movement and reach for his broad shoulders.
Maliki catches me easily, pulling me into him in an instant and capturing my mouth with his own.
I’m not even sure how my body moved the way it did, like I flew or misted between them.
However, I’m suddenly straddling Maliki and not Morpheus, and a familiar vibration thrums between my thighs.
His tattoos.
Oh, stars…
“Tell me to fuck you, trouble,” he says against my mouth. “Tell me you want this.”
His words are similar to the question he asked before, the one I couldn’t answer. But he’s giving me a chance now, a way to tell him what I desire.
I’m overwhelmed. Overheated. Overcome.
However, I feel safe with him. With them. Which might be insane. Or maybe it’s just fate.
Regardless, I want to embrace this. “I want you,” I whisper, swallowing as I lean back enough to meet his gaze. “I trust you.”
His golden eyes burn into mine. “Shadows, mystery,” he breathes.
And then he’s devouring me with his mouth, his tongue setting a pace I am forced to match.
Because this is Maliki. My protector. My… my someone.
I feel connected to him. Like I’ve chosen him somehow. Or perhaps he’s chosen me.
I don’t care. What matters is that this feels right, and I don’t want it to end.
I’m lost to his touch, his heat, his lips.
He’s kissing me like it’s the only way he knows how to survive.
I cling to him, my body alight from within as he lays me out on the bed and settles between my thighs.
There’s nothing gentle about this. It’s all feral energy. All need. And I revel in his movements, my legs wrapping around his hips.
“Reach between us, trouble,” he says. “Put my cock where you want it.”
Stars, the way those words make me feel is paramount to any other experience in my life. I’m lost to Maliki. To Morpheus. To Hades.
I just… I just want this moment to never end.
“Now, Serapina,” Hades says, causing me to quiver.
There’s something about his dominance that undoes me. But it’s more than that right now. His words feel like permission. Like he’s testing his own boundaries with mine. Ensuring we can be a unit.
I don’t know how I know that. How I suddenly seem to understand it. However, it feels right. All of this is right.
Swallowing, I draw my palm down Maliki’s muscular back to his side and then slip my hand between us, just like he instructed.
And boldly grab his shaft.
Definitely right, my mind echoes as a sense of completeness overcomes me.
This is where I’m meant to be. Where I want to be.
Beneath Maliki.
Staring up into his gold eyes.
While positioning him at my entrance.
“Take me,” I tell him.
It’s bold. It’s crazy. It might even be nonsensical.
But I’m beyond thinking. All I want to do is feel.
And feel I do as he thrusts into me without pause.
A gasp escapes me at the intrusion, pain shooting through every inch of my being and causing my eyes to widen. “Maliki.”
However, before he can even reply, his tattoos begin to writhe.
And oh. Ohhh. “Oh, stars…” I arch into him, the sensations confusing. It hurts. Yet it feels so good, too. Like my insides are alive with electricity. Humming. Convulsing.
His name escapes me again on a moan, my toes curling as I squeeze his hips with my legs.
He’s not even moving, just using his shadows to massage me from deep within.
There’s some place inside that pulses in response, the foreign feeling shooting off messages to my nerve endings that leave me quivering beneath him.
“I… I…” I don’t know what I want to say. How to articulate what he’s doing. It’s too much. It’s not enough. It’s going to make me explode.
Just like I did when he pressed his cock to my clit…
“Maliki,” Hades says, a warning in his voice.
“I already told you—Sera’s my boss now.” He punctuates his words with a punch of his hips that makes me see stars. “And my girl wants to come.” He starts moving, his rhythmic thrusts combining with the vibrations to create a delirious cadence that causes me to nearly black out with lust.
All I can do is feel.
Indulge.
Exist.
Because Maliki is driving me wild with his claim, his cock hot and throbbing inside me in a way I can’t even begin to comprehend.
I try to keep up, my body moving with his as I chase a high unlike any I’ve ever known.
It’s there, on the cusp of my vision, dark and light and volatile.
When I reach it, I detonate, the sensations rippling through me with an echo of insanity. I’m screaming. I’m humming. I’m floating.
Someone growls.
Someone else purrs.
And Maliki groans. “Fuck, her pussy is strangling my cock.”
“Whose fault is that?” I hear Hades ask through the haze of my mind.
“Mine, and I’m not fucking sorry,” Maliki says, the words sharp as he continues to move inside me.
But then the world tilts, and I find myself on all fours, my nails digging into the mattress as Maliki bands an arm around my stomach to hold me up on my knees. “Open your mouth for Morpheus,” he says, his lips somehow against my ear.
I feel Maliki’s chest against my back, his body sweaty with lust. Just like mine.
And his cock is deep inside my lower half, buried against that place that makes me quiver.
“Part your lips, sweet girl,” Maliki adds. “Suck Morpheus off while I fuck you from behind.”
Thorns, I’m going to lose my mind, I think as I somehow follow Maliki’s order to open my mouth. Morpheus is already there, the head of his cock pushing over my tongue in an instant.
I feel his hand in my hair, helping to guide me down over his shaft.
Maliki’s arm tightens around my core as someone takes my hand to place it on Morpheus’s hip. My other palm leaves the bed to wrap around his knot. And a fresh wave of heat washes over me when I realize it was Hades who moved me into this position.
“Multitasking is vital when you have multiple mates,” he says, his lips right against my ear. “Now let them use you, darling. When they’re done, I’ll clean you up.”