Chapter 33 #2
That fresh wave of heat turns molten.
I’m pretty sure I stop breathing.
Not that it matters, as Morpheus thrusts into my throat.
He uses his grip in my hair to take my mouth the way he desires, pushing even deeper as Maliki moves with abandon below.
I feel so full.
So taken.
So claimed.
It’s madness. It’s beautiful. It’s us.
I dig my nails into Morpheus’s hip, holding on as he uses me. All while gripping his knot and massaging it the way I learned he liked earlier.
But Maliki isn’t one to be ignored, his tattoos beginning to twist in a new motion below.
I squeeze around him, my body reacting to his sensual caress and building into a crescendo just like before.
Fae… He’s going to make me come again. Even more intensely than before. What if I black out while Morpheus is in my mouth?
Surely he’ll take care of me. I hope. Maybe.
But the way he’s taking me now is in a manner that suggests he’s as lost to this experience as I am. He’s staring down at me, though, his blue-green irises swirling like twin flames.
It’s hypnotic.
Gorgeous.
Erotic.
I can see his pleasure mounting in time with mine, yet I sense him pull back to let me breathe, his priority to care for me overriding his own need.
That’s not going to work for me, I realize. I don’t want him to go easy on me.
I want to be able to take whatever he needs to give and then some.
Which I demonstrate by driving right back down on his shaft, sucking him deep and hollowing my cheeks to a point that makes him curse.
“Serapina,” he growls.
But Hades chuckles beside us as he stretches out on the bed. “Beautifully eager,” he praises. “Make him come down that pretty throat, mate. I want to watch you swallow every drop of his seed.”
I can’t believe he just said that. That he’s here. That he’s encouraging this.
Maybe this is a dream.
Thorns, I hope not…
Maliki propels forward, hitting me so deep that I gasp. Only for Morpheus to drive into my throat and cut off my air.
Panic overtakes me for half a beat before sensation ripples up from below, causing my eyes to roll back into my head.
I don’t know what I was thinking or doing or… or anything. I’m simply here. Being taken. Driven to a new high. Existing in the most insanely hot fantasy of my being.
“Fuck, Serapina,” Morpheus grits out. “That way you’re touching my knot…”
Touching is a kind term. I was digging my nails into it by accident. But it seems as though Morpheus liked that, so I do it again and earn a low hiss from the God of Dreams.
Hades hums his approval.
And Maliki… Maliki tightens his hold around my middle while bathing my back in his heat. “Make Morpheus come, trouble,” he says against my ear. “I want to watch him explode down your throat, then make you climax while you drink.”
My body convulses in response to his words, fear choking me as arousal tightens in my belly.
It’s a confusing mix of horror and excitement.
One I embrace as I scrape my nails along Morpheus’s tender skin and use my lips to massage his shaft while sucking him deep again.
I can feel his orgasm building beneath my tongue, his veins seeming to pound in my mouth.
He pulls on my hair as the muscles in his neck bulge. Then he growls my name and pushes himself into my throat, cutting off my airway and leaving me paralyzed as he begins to come.
I don’t know what to do, this sensation completely new.
So I… I swallow.
Because how else can I react?
He’s going to drown me otherwise.
But oh, oh, stars, he tastes good.
It’s that same sin and decadence from earlier, the precum overflowing with abundance as he properly explodes in my mouth.
I gulp him down, just like Maliki and Hades instructed me to, drinking his seed as he groans through his release.
Except, he’s not the only one making sounds. Maliki is growling, too. Pumping his hips against mine. Heightening the erotic swirls of his tattoos. And reaching between us to thrum my clit with his thumb.
I jolt when I realize that sensation caused by his shadows is reverberating there, too. Against my sensitive nub. From his hand.
“Oh,” I attempt to say, but the sound is drowned out by Morpheus’s ecstasy, his cock still sliding between my lips as he continues to come.
I haven’t taken a breath in… in a while. I can feel the burn in my lungs. The terror threatening to build in my mind.
But then nothing matters as I’m thrust headfirst into a dark oblivion, Maliki’s ministrations overtaking all reason and realistic expectation.
I think I scream.
Maybe… maybe I gargle.
I don’t really know. I just know I’m flying. Soaring. And Maliki is coming inside me, too.
His pleasure rumbles against my back, my name leaving his lips. Something pierces my shoulder. Teeth, I think. Maliki’s bite.
I don’t know what it means.
I don’t know if he’s just stifling his own ecstasy.
Or marking me.
I deliriously hope for the latter but assume the former.
Whatever it is, it doesn’t truly matter. Because all I can do right now is feel. Exist. Bathe in the euphoric afterglow of being taken by two men.
Down my throat.
Between my thighs.
So thoroughly fucked that I have no idea how to speak or think or do anything more than swallow. Vibrate. And accept this fate.
The world peeks in and out of existence.
Breath fills my lungs.
Life pulses between my legs.
Words are whispered into my ear.
Words from the God of Death.
Maybe he’s resurrecting me.
I nearly giggle at the concept.
But I feel his arms around me, his purr a beacon I curl into. I’m only vaguely aware that he seems to be shirtless now.
It doesn’t matter. That rhythmic sound is soothing all my hurts. Lulling me into a state of serenity. Protecting me.
I yawn.
He chuckles.
And we settle into something warm. Something wet. Something equally as tranquil as his purr.
“Rest, Serapina,” he murmurs against my ear. “I’ll take care of you while you sleep. And when you wake, we’ll start anew.”
I don’t fully understand what he means by that, but I think I nod.
Then I nuzzle into his chest, indulging in his crisp morning scent. Sigh. And let his purr quiet everything else.
My mind.
The erratic beating of my heart.
My painful inhales.
My world.
My being.
For just a moment, I lose myself to his familiarity. And allow myself… to dream again.