Chapter 14
Morpheus
Serapina doesn’t respond with words, instead kissing me with the heat of a thousand suns. I feel utterly possessed by her. Owned.
Which is insanity.
I’m the Alpha.
A natural-born leader.
A Dominant.
Yet her touch makes me want to submit in ways I could never have imagined.
“You’re enchanting,” I whisper, needing her to know how bewitched I am by her. “More engaging than any fantasy. Better than any dream. A fucking fantastical experience.”
I show her how enthralled I am by kissing her deeper than I ever have before, my tongue dancing with hers and sending us to another plane of existence.
The sounds of water dropping no longer fill my ears. Because all I can hear is our hearts beating in unison. Our groans. Growls. Screams. The pounding against the wall as my hips rock into hers.
I’m utterly lost to the moment, no longer in charge of anything other than the pace with which our bodies mate.
She claws at my back, the Omega turning into a wildcat in my arms.
It’s ferocious.
Amazing.
Fucking adorable.
My beast growls in kind, my cock straining inside her as a blanket of warmth settles around us.
This is a rut, I think dizzily. Alphas often succumb to those dangerous inclinations during an Omega’s heat, the animal inside us driving our instincts and demanding that we breed.
My veins burn.
My muscles clench.
And my knot throbs.
I can’t stop moving. Can’t stop taking her against this wall. Can’t stop kissing her.
It’s to the point of savagery, our mouths engaged in a violent dance as we both forget how to breathe.
And suddenly I feel a sting against my lip.
The telltale signs of a bite.
Serapina’s eyes blow wide, her mouth coming away from mine with blood.
I stare at the dark red liquid painting her kiss-swollen lips, and all I can do is lean forward to lick the essence away with my own tongue.
But doing so has her leaning in to bite me again, this time her nostrils flaring as she makes a show of swallowing.
Our lower halves are no longer moving, just locked together in an intimate embrace as my cock pulsates with need inside her tight pussy.
“You just claimed me,” I marvel, feeling the magic weaving through us as she clenches around my shaft.
She doesn’t look startled or regretful. She simply looks… pleased.
My fingers thread through her hair as I pull her to me once more. It’s like her bite has aroused my inner beast, his strength finally making an appearance.
She moans in response, her nipples tight little buds against my chest. I cup one tit with my free hand, then pinch her aroused point. Her resulting gasp allows me to deepen the kiss, my instincts firing all at once.
My hips start to move again.
My tongue dominates hers.
My grip turns rough in her hair.
My palm squeezes her breast.
Then I kiss a path along her slender throat, down to her fleshy mound, and take her erect nipple into my mouth.
She pants, her pretty eyes meeting mine as I sink my teeth into her tender skin.
A scream leaves her, and her slick walls clamp down around my cock.
Fuck, that makes my beast wild. Because my claim made her come.
She’s moaning, screaming, crying my name, and following it with demands for more.
If she’s this feral outside of her heat, I can’t fucking wait until she falls into her first estrus.
Because this is unbelievable.
She’s a demanding Omega, telling me what she wants with both her words and her body, and taking all of my thrusts like she was fucking built for this. Which she was. I know that. She’s… she’s my mate for a reason. My other half. My heart.
I release her breast and straighten to kiss her again, which she returns with the same fervor that I feel warming every inch of my being.
We’re connected now.
Mated.
I can hear her mind. Feel her emotions. Her arousal. Her pleasure.
It strokes my desire even hotter, causing my knot to ache. I need to be inside her fully. Claim her pussy just like…
My lips part against hers as a hint of something unexpected vibrates against the tip of my cock.
I suddenly know what she meant about Maliki marking her. His shadows tattooed her cunt, leaving behind a string of sensation.
One that I feel against my shaft now.
It’s not entirely unwelcome either, which is confusing as fuck.
And I’m too consumed by Serapina to consider it further.
I need to add my own mark inside her, one left behind by my knot.
My balls tighten in response to my yearning, my body seeming to tense as an overwhelming urge to explode rockets through me.
Serapina deepens that need by sinking her teeth into my lip again, the little vixen ensuring her bite is felt.
“Fuck, little dreamer,” I growl, my hands going to her hips as I slam her into the wall.
She digs her nails into my shoulders, her little body ferocious in the best way as she takes everything I give her.
“So fucking perfect,” I tell her. “So fucking mine.” My knot swells, the reaction new and overwhelming. “Serapina…” The sensation travels through my shaft as my knot shoots out of me and into her sweet heat, attaching to her deep inside.
“Morpheus!” she cries out, her body seeming to freeze against me.
And then she begins to shriek for another reason entirely as rapturous waves of intensity swallow us both.
I shudder. Growl. Whisper her name. Convulse. And come.
Fuck, I’ve never felt myself erupt like this.
I feel myself filling her, owning her womb, claiming her as my mate. My Omega. Mine.
And the way she’s clenching around me echoes that visceral possession, her body staking a claim, too.
Our tongues duel again, neither of us breathing.
Because who needs air when we’re soaring in joined ecstasy?
She clings to me like I’m her world, and I hold on to her with the same fervency.
It’s a union unlike any other. A mating of completion. An introduction to us.
Our future.
Our bond.
Our love…
I kiss her through the pain created by my internal claim. Kiss her through the pleasure that is my knot. Kiss her through the intensity of being filled with my seed. Kiss her through the joining of our souls.
Tears leak from her eyes.
I lick them away.
Then take her mouth again.
Worshipping her.
Allowing her to hear my every thought. Feel my every emotion. Learn all my truths.
By the time we’re done, she’s still crying but for entirely different reasons. She’s mystified by our connection. Shocked by the vehemence of my feelings for her. And captivated by my steadfast loyalty.
But underneath all of that, she’s stunned by my knotting.
Because a mortal can’t survive such an experience with a Mythos Fae Alpha. Yet her body acclimated to my intrusion with ease, just as I knew it would.
Had there even been a question, my inner beast wouldn’t have released my knot.
However, everything between us was exceptionally natural.
Which leaves Serapina staring up at me with wonder in her gaze as she asks, “When can we do that again?”
A laugh escapes me. “You’re not even done coming on my cock, and you already want to begin another round?” I shake my head. “Fuck, love. If you’re this hungry on a normal day, your heat might kill me.”
“Which is why she has three mates, not one,” a voice drawls from the doorway. “We’ll keep up with her just fine as a circle.”
With my forehead against Serapina’s, I slowly turn a little so I can see Maliki standing in the threshold of the bathroom. “Are you wanting to join us, Enforcer? Because I’m not sure I’m in a sharing mood right now.”
He leans against the doorframe, his shirtless form flexing as he folds his arms. “You’re going to have to share, Morpheus.” He punctuates that statement by igniting that spot within Serapina that he’s claimed, causing a vibration to hum down my shaft.
I flinch, not because I dislike it, but because it’s a lot of sensation to handle right now. “Point taken,” I say through my teeth as Serapina squirms in response. “Tone it down, Maliki.” It comes out as a demand because I don’t want him overwhelming our mate.
The vibration stops, but the male doesn’t leave. “We’re having a mate-circle dinner in five minutes. You can join with her in your lap if you’re still connected. But the countdown has begun.”
With those words, which sounded suspiciously like a demand, he leaves.
“Mate-circle dinner?” Serapina repeats to me, her voice holding a dreamy note to it that seems to be caused by our union more than the mentioned activity.
“Apparently,” I murmur. “So we have five minutes to… finish. Unless you want me to fuck you over the table in front of Maliki and Hades?”
She blinks a few times, her lips rounding.
It’s like she’s just begun to understand whom a mate-circle dinner might include.
Because I assume Maliki’s words were a subtle warning that Hades has returned.
Not that I require the warning.
I told him that if our mate asked for my knot, I would give it to her. Hopefully, him not barging in during our knotting means he’s accepted this fate.
Serapina’s forehead falls to my shoulder, her inner walls lessening their grip on my cock. “I…” She trails off, clearly unsure of what to say. I can hear the confusion in her mind, her thoughts trying to process how she should feel.
She doesn’t regret this union.
However, she is a little worried that Hades will feel betrayed by her asking for my knot first.
“He knows you’re mine, too,” I tell her. “Accepting it may be difficult for him, but he’ll never hold it against you, Serapina.” Of that, I’m sure.
If he blames anyone for this, it’ll be me.
And I’m more than ready to handle that fight.
My knot slides out of her then, my body seeming to almost instantly return to normal. Except my cock remains hard.
Because, yeah, I could absolutely go again.
A realization that has my little Omega peeking up at me with interest. Then she shakes her head and reminds herself that Maliki wants to have dinner.
It’s like I’m obsessed with sex, she thinks.
You’re an Omega, I reply into her mind, causing her eyes to widen. Omegas love to be fucked. I kiss her temple. And Alphas love to fuck, too.
With my hands on her hips, I take a step back from the wall and bring us under the water again.
As much as I would love for her to walk into that dining room with my seed dripping down her thighs, I suspect it would set Hades off.
So, out of respect for my cousin, I rinse off our Omega.
Then use a towel to dry her.
And manifest a gold silk robe for her to wear.
She resembles a Goddess by the time I’m done, her damp hair combed and hanging over one shoulder. Her blue eyes shining. Her full lips swollen from my affections.
I pull the fabric back to take in the mark I left on her nipple, the crescent bite already healing to form a permanent scar. It’s similar to the one on her neck and shoulder, making my lips twitch.
“How many times did Maliki bite you?” I wonder, recalling the indent on her hip, too.
“Three times,” she says, shivering. “But you only needed one bite to claim me.”
“Different types of fae require different bonding techniques,” I tell her, shrugging. “That doesn’t mean I can’t bite you again, though.”
However, those future blemishes should heal.
Unlike the one on her tit.
That will forever mark her as mine.
“Maybe in my dreams?” she offers, causing me to meet her gaze. “You can bite me again, like it’s the first time, anywhere you want, then wake me up with your knot inside me.”
Her cheeks pinken with the words, but her mind instantly starts to unravel the fantasy for me, causing my dick to throb beneath my towel.
“Hmm,” I hum, manifesting a robe for myself since pants will be extremely uncomfortable now.
Serapina watches as I trade the fluffy cotton for the golden silk, her gaze running appreciatively over my form.
“I very much like this fantasy unfolding in your thoughts,” I murmur. “If you’re a good girl and eat your food tonight, maybe I’ll make your dreams come true later.”
The pun isn’t lost on her.
“I think you’ve already made my dreams come true,” she says softly, then goes to her toes and kisses my cheek. “Thank you for knotting me, Alpha.”
My eyes close, her line delivered so flawlessly that I’m ready to forget what I said about her eating and drag her to bed instead.
“You’re so fucking perfect, Serapina,” I tell her. “My absolutely amazing Omega.” I pull her in for a kiss, and she melts into me.
“You’re my absolutely amazing Alpha, too,” she whispers.
A throat clears from the doorway, and I know without looking that it’s Hades. His aura is all around us in an instant, his dominance nearly suffocating.
Serapina looks at him, her cheeks still flushed, and I hear a hint of concern cross her thoughts. “Hades,” she breathes.
“Sorry to interrupt,” he says, his voice as stoic as ever. “Maliki sent me in here to say that dinner is served.”
With that, he mists out of the room.
And I suspect he’s no longer joining us for the “mate-circle dinner” now.
Oh, Cousin, I think, mentally shaking my head. It’s time for you to either agree to share… or fuck off entirely.