Chapter 13
Morpheus
A Few Minutes Earlier…
“Sweetheart, if you keep squeezing my knot like that, I’m going to end this lesson by fucking you against this wall.”
Serapina’s gaze darts up to mine, her pupils so dilated that her blue irises are thin rims. “Yes, please.”
I groan, her eager response making my knot pulse against her palm.
Which, naturally, has her tightening her grip again.
Fuck.
Serapina’s petite form is pressed back against the marbled wall, my body crowding hers as I lean over her with my arm braced above her head.
An arm that’s now flexing as my fingers curl into a fist.
“Fuck, Serapina,” I whisper, my forehead falling to hers. “This was meant to be a soft lesson and a discussion on consent.”
I started by disrobing her and pulling her into the shower. She let me wash her hair and lather up her skin. But as soon as we finished rinsing, she grabbed my cock and gave it a firm stroke.
Which is when I walked her back into the wall.
Such a bold little dreamer. With the way she’s acting and how good she smells, it’s hard to believe she’s not in heat. Because it certainly feels like she is, especially with how insatiable she seems to be.
“Did Maliki not give you enough earlier?” I ask, my hand finding her hip while my opposite arm remains on the wall over her head.
“He marked me,” she says, arching into me. “And it’s vibrating.”
I frown. “It’s vibrating you?”
She nods, her eyes falling closed as she tightens her grip again.
“It’s so strange, Morpheus. I… I can remember being knotted, yet I’ve never actually been knotted…
Because it wasn’t me who experienced it.
” She sounds a bit dreamy, which feels appropriate, given everything.
“I want it to be me, though. I want… to feel it.”
Her hand resembles granite around my cock, causing my abs to clench in response. She’s not letting me go anytime soon.
And her words…
Her soft voice…
The way she starts to stroke my shaft like she’s trying to seduce me into making her every fantasy come true…
“Serapina,” I breathe, my eyes closing as I fight the urge to take her up against the wall. “I… I’ve never been this tempted… Your slick…” Fuck, I can’t even form proper sentences. Her scent is everywhere, reminding me of silky sheets sweetened by sin. A hint of chocolate. A note of need.
I’m going to lose my mind.
“I wanted to talk about fucking you while you sleep,” I manage to say, my voice partly choked. “It’s my fantasy—to take you while you dream of me. I want you to wake up with my knot buried so deep inside you that you can taste my seed in your throat.”
I can picture it—her coming alive with a scream as her body convulses around mine, the experience making her feral for more.
So we can fuck all day.
Nest.
Cuddle.
Fuck again.
“I’ve imagined that moment countless times,” I confide. “Yet you’re making me want to forget all my fantasies and knot you in this shower. Right here. Right now. Make you my first and my last. My mate. My everything.”
“Your first and last?” she repeats, sounding breathless.
“Yes,” I tell her. “My first and last Omega.” I lower my arm and cup her cheek. “I’ve saved my knot for my mate, Serapina. For you.”
“For Persephone, you mean.”
But I shake my head. “She was never mine. Not like you.”
“Because of Hades,” she says slowly, frowning a little. “Because he never let you formally meet her. I don’t think Persephone even realized you were a potential mate. I… I can’t see any memories of her knowing, anyway.”
“I doubt she did, as we never officially met. Hades made his preferences clear, and I did what I could to respect his choice. I used to regret it, as I thought maybe I could have saved Persephone. But I realize now that everything happened for a reason. You’re her soul’s second chance, which makes this my second chance. ”
I brush my lips against hers, needing to taste her. To feel her. To tell her without words how much this means to me. How much she means to me.
She’s my world now.
My Omega.
My mate.
“I will forever be yours,” I vow against her mouth. “My heart, my soul, my knot—every part of me belongs to you. For eternity.”
She shivers, the quivering motion at odds with the humid air surrounding us. Warm water trickles down my back, the primary showerhead only a few inches from where I have her cornered.
“You’ve never knotted an Omega before.” She utters the words as a statement, but I suspect she’s seeking confirmation and wanting to ensure she understands what I’ve said.
So I respond with a simple “Yes.” Then I think better of it and pull away a little to add, “But I’m not a saint, love. I’ve been with other fae, just never an Omega. And only Omegas can take a knot.”
She shivers again. “So I would be your first, and you would be mine. In this body, I mean. As… as me.”
My lips curl. “Yes, little dreamer. We would be each other’s first, if that’s your desire.” That last part is voiced out of respect for Hades, as he could technically be her first as well.
Although, she doesn’t appear to be thinking about him right now.
Not with the way she’s stroking my knot.
“But you want to knot me… while I sleep?”
I stroke my thumb along her bottom lip. “I’m the God of Dreams, love. Most of my fantasies involve sleep play.”
She stares at me with her beautiful blue eyes, her gaze searching. “I… I was hoping my first time would be, I guess, real? Not a dream. But if that’s—”
I silence her with my mouth, understanding exactly what she’s going to say next and not wanting to hear it. “Serapina, our first time is about you, not me,” I tell her. “So if you want it to be here in this shower while you’re very much awake, then this is where I’ll knot you.”
“But you want to do it while I sleep,” she argues, moving when I try to hush her with my lips again. “And it’s not just about me, Morpheus. I want this to be special for you, too.” She releases my cock to grab my face with both hands. “It’s about us, not me.”
I press my forehead to hers and sigh.
“Little dreamer, when I mentioned my desires, I meant that’s what I wanted to discuss with you—consent. I was trying to tell you what I want to do to you… eventually. Not now. Not for our first time. But at some point, when you’re ready.”
“Oh,” she whispers.
My hand goes to her hip while the opposite slips to her nape.
“You wanting to be aware for our first time makes sense,” I tell her. “More than that, I want to watch your eyes widen when you feel my knot explode inside you. Feel your breath catch against my tongue. Observe as you fall apart over and over again, all while I fill you with my seed.”
She trembles beneath my touch, her pupils dilating again. “I want that, too. Very, very much.”
My lips threaten to curl in amusement, mostly because she sounds a little lust-drunk. Like an Omega in heat. Her insatiability, her scent, her boldness when fondling my cock, and her words now… They’re all common symptoms of an Omega lost to her estrus.
Yet she’s still completely coherent.
And human.
It’s so fucking confusing.
What the fuck did you do to this precious soul, Demeter? I want to demand.
But then Serapina kisses me, her tongue laving my bottom lip, and I forget everything.
My thoughts. Our conversation. My own fucking name.
Because she tastes like temptation. Sin. The future.
I press her more firmly against the wall, my cock resting against her lower belly.
Which apparently isn’t good enough for my Omega because she lifts one leg to wrap around my hip and hops on her opposite foot.
I chuckle as I catch her and hoist her into the air, where she encircles my waist with her long, sexy legs. “Is this what you want?” I ask, my shaft gliding along her slick center. It’s the hottest sensation of my life, a sensual welcome that has my chest igniting with a purr.
“Yes,” she whispers. “I want you. I want your knot. I want to fuck.”
My purr shifts into a growl as I curse in response to her words. “I swear you’re in heat,” I tell her. “I’ve heard stories, have witnessed millions of fantasies based on real experiences…” I trail off and swallow. “It’s nothing compared to the reality. To you. To this.”
I’m not even sure what I’m saying anymore.
This female renders me mindless.
She must know that because she clenches her thighs around me, grabs my shoulders, and confidently says, “Knot me, Alpha.”
I would be a fool to refuse.
Still, I want to ensure her consent. To make sure she truly is aware of what she’s asking. Because this is all so fantastical, despite being very clearly real.
Meeting her gaze, I say, “Make me, Omega.”
Her eyebrows lift a little, like she’s surprised by the challenge. But then her lips curl, and I know I’m fucked.
In the best possible way…
She leans back into the wall, trusting me entirely to hold her, and reaches into the small space that’s formed between us.
My eyes are drawn downward, my body incapable of doing anything other than following her lead. She’s in charge right now. Telling me what she wants not with words but with actions.
By wrapping her hand around my knot.
Giving it another lethal squeeze.
And angling my cock toward her sweet pussy.
My grip resembles granite around her hips, my body hers to command.
A command she makes fucking clear when the head of my dick kisses her slick entrance.
I don’t think; I act, my lower half punching forward and filling her without recourse. Without patience. Without appropriate care.
But her responding scream isn’t one of agony so much as pure bliss.
Somehow she moved her hand in time to palm my lower back, like she knew that sensual kiss would be exactly what we both needed for my body to act.
I’m convinced she’s woven some sort of spell over me, her Omega soul very much in charge of my Alpha beast. I feel tamed. Calmed. Claimed.
It’s… it’s unlike anything I could ever have anticipated, and it draws a furious growl from my chest, one that has her arching into me like she wants me to go deeper.
Which I can.
With my knot.
“Fuck, Serapina,” I breathe against her mouth. “Fuck.”