Chapter 28
Sera
I have no idea what I’m doing or how we all ended up here. But I can’t fight the need clawing at my insides.
It’s suffocating my mind, overwhelming my body, and lighting me on fire from within.
My mates want a safe word. Only, I don’t think I need one. They won’t hurt me. I know that deep inside my soul.
However, they want me to have this power, to be able to make them stop should I need to.
So I pick a word that I know well, one that describes what I expected from my future.
A word that no longer applies to my situation or us.
“Alone.”
Hades stares at me, his dark eyes searching my features. “You’ll never be alone, Serapina.”
“I know,” I whisper. “That’s what makes it the perfect safe word. Because I’ll never feel alone when I’m with all of you.”
Understanding deepens the midnight color of his irises, his expression shifting into something beautiful. Intense. Loving.
And then he’s kissing me again, his tongue whispering words I can almost taste in my mind.
Only, we’re not fully mated yet.
Not like me and Morpheus.
Or even Morpheus and Maliki—a fact I’ve just begun to wrap my head around. I heard Hades say it, listened to Maliki’s reply, but haven’t had a moment to fully process it.
Except, now isn’t the time. I’m too busy being consumed by Hades’s mouth to think about much else.
Oh, and Morpheus’s touch… He’s tracing my spine again, slipping down my backside to the forbidden place he prodded before.
I’m not sure how many fingers he inserted into me, maybe two or three, but it made me feel full. Especially with Maliki teasing my core with his tongue.
However, now I’m in Hades’s lap, and it’s his cock that I’m holding against my heated center. His thick head that I long to slip inside me.
“Tell us your new safe word, wife,” he said moments ago. “Then put my cock in your pussy…”
Yes, I think, angling him toward my entrance. Yes…
He’s thicker than Morpheus and Maliki, his girth stretching me in a way I’ve not experienced since losing my virginity to Maliki.
But I accept the slight pinch and force myself to take Hades, to slide him into my waiting heat, and slowly lower myself more firmly in his lap.
“Hades,” I hiss, feeling so incredibly full that I almost pull away from him.
Except, I know we fit.
I’ve felt it in my dreams. Experienced the pain followed by the inexplicable pleasure.
It may have been my mind mixing past memories with a renewed reality, but I have faith in my imagination.
This is right.
Hades is mine.
And his knot…
Ohhhh, I’m going to accept every inch.
Then experience an oblivion unlike any other.
All my mates are different.
Maliki with his vibrations—which I feel starting inside me right now.
Morpheus with his tender touches and wicked thoughts—ones that are humming through our bond as he kneels behind me.
And Hades, with his deep-seated passion and overwhelming desire.
They’re all taking me to new heights, lighting me on fire from within, and introducing me to a future that I never knew could be possible.
“Distract her,” Morpheus murmurs, his words causing Hades to release me from his kiss.
A protest begins to form on my lips, but Maliki swallows it with his tongue, his mouth suddenly consuming mine with blinding passion.
I moan, lost to his embrace as Hades licks a path down my chest to taunt my nipples with his teeth.
Bite me, I long to beg him. Bite me right there.
Only, instead, he traces the mark Morpheus left on my breast. I want to ask him if he’s okay, if it bothers him, but the way he’s laving the scar suggests he likes it. Or maybe he can tell that it tingles when he licks me there and he’s trying to inspire more of that sensation.
My insides vibrate, causing Hades to freeze against me. “What the fuck is that?”
“A gift from Maliki,” Morpheus replies, his lips against my neck as his hands roam up and down my spine. “It’s delightful, isn’t it?”
“You marked her cunt?” Hades demands, no longer licking my breast.
“I did.” The two words brush my lips. “She bit my cock, which immensely pleased me. And now, I can please her whenever I desire.”
“Hmm.” The sound that leaves Hades isn’t angry so much as thoughtful. He thrusts up into me, his full size making me gasp as I accept every single inch.
The thrumming deep inside intensifies, almost making me feel Maliki and Hades together in the most unique way.
I nearly fall back into Morpheus, but Maliki’s fist in my hair forces me back into his embrace, and his mouth demands my focus.
It’s so intense.
So insane.
So good…
Hades plays with my breasts, his hands molding to them, his lips tracing my skin, his tongue teasing.
Maliki kisses me with a passion that stokes the already burning fire within me, his mark humming rhythmically.
And Morpheus… Oh, Morpheus…
Little dreamer, he whispers back into my mind, his lips caressing my neck. This is going to hurt, but I promise we’ll make it good for you. Trust me, Serapina. Trust us.
I’m not sure how any of this could hurt at all. He’s applying pressure in a delicious way, his fingers working inside me as his other hand roams along my side, down to my hips, to my behind.
I pout when he removes his touch, but Maliki is having none of that. He nips at my bottom lip, reprimanding me for losing focus. His tongue demands entry, his mouth captivating me all over again as Hades nibbles the mark on my nipple.
Electricity zips along my spine, my insides clenching around Hades’s shaft.
It’s overwhelming.
It’s extraordinary.
It’s intoxicating.
I moan, my body alive in a way I’ve never—
Pain rips through me, causing my eyes to widen as Morpheus enters me in a single thrust. His lips are against my ear, his purr a soothing rumble at my back.
“Shh, little dreamer,” he hushes me before I can even scream. “I know it’s a lot to take, love. But your body was made for this—for us. Just try to relax, okay?”
Tears spring to my eyes, my mind fracturing beneath the shock of agony. Only for Morpheus’s purr to lull me into a state of… of comfort.
Hades adds his own reverberation, as does Maliki with his mark deep inside me, and I’m instantly conflicted about how I feel.
It hurts.
It’s pleasure personified.
I’m scared.
But I’m also… safe.
And so full.
Oh, thorns, I’m about to explode.
Hades is all the way inside me, and so is Morpheus, their cocks far too large to be in me at the same time. Panic steals over me, followed by a wave of quiet as more of that delicious thrumming warms my blood.
“I’m so confused,” I moan, my lips still against Maliki. “I… I don’t know… I… I’m not sure…”
“You can take it,” Hades assures me, his mouth leaving my breast as his hips punch upward another impossible inch. “You’re an Omega, Serapina. Fucking embrace it.” He punctuates his words by grabbing my nape and pulling me in for a domineering kiss.
It isn’t gentle.
It isn’t a request.
It’s a demand.
As is the way he starts moving inside me, not giving me time to acclimate or to accept what’s happened. He wants me to know I can handle this. That my body was built for an Alpha. For him.
No, not just him… them.
Because Morpheus is moving now, too. Proving with each thrust that I’m okay. That the sting was only temporary. That this… this is… Oh, stars…
I…
I don’t…
I arch back into Morpheus, trying to writhe.
Because I feel alive.
Like I’m on fire in the best way.
A Goddess trapped between two Gods.
An Omega being taken by her Alphas.
It’s amazing. So empowering. So right. So euphoric.
“There’s our Goddess,” Hades murmurs, his lips against my throat now. “Come out and play with your Gods, mate. Let us worship you the way you were intended to be worshipped.”
“Fuck, this is the hottest thing I’ve ever seen,” Maliki breathes.
“We’re only just getting started,” Hades promises. “Scream for us, Serapina. Scream for all the dimensions to hear.”
A dark part of me wants to deny him. To test him. To make him work for it.
I don’t recognize that part of me, but I let her free.
Because yeah, I want him to fuck me harder. To knot me.
If he wants my voice, he’ll have to force me to use it.
A chuckle rumbles through him, amusement curling his cruel lips. “You feel that, Cousin? That defiance?”
“Yes,” Morpheus responds, his fingers threading through my hair as he pulls my mouth toward his. “Let’s give our Goddess what she needs.”
Ice and heat mingle across my skin, the sensation stirring goose bumps all over my arms and down my legs. Somewhere there is fire. Somewhere there is snow. I… I can’t see it. But I can feel it.
And my Alphas are fucking me hard.
I can feel them meeting in the middle, their cocks stretching me in a way that shouldn’t be possible.
“Join us, Maliki,” Morpheus says, his fingers still in my hair. “Feed our Omega more cum.”
“Fucking gladly,” he replies as Morpheus pushes me sideways toward Maliki’s waiting groin.
Thorns, the way I’m bending should hurt. And I think… I think it does. But it also feels good, especially as Maliki’s cock slides between my lips.
I’m straddling Hades, feeling him so deep inside me.
Morpheus is kneeling behind me, taking my ass while pushing my head down onto Maliki.
I’m no longer in control of my body. Just being taken by my mates. Driving me into a plane of insanity. An existence full of sensation and sinful pleasures.
I let them take me.
Let them own me.
Let them possess me.
Because I’m the heart of all this. The star in their circle. The light they all crave to deprave with their inner darkness.
I’m panting.
Crying.
Dying to scream.
But I can’t because I’m so full of them.
They’re in charge now, and I’m submitting. Giving them everything. Trusting them to take me flying. To make me fall apart. To meet me in the world of oblivion.
It’s sensational.
It’s unbelievable.
It’s freeing.
Thorns, yes…
I’m free.
I’m who I’m meant to be—their Omega. Their mate. Their Goddess.
Words fill my mind and my ears, my mates praising me for this gift. For this experience. For accepting them…
“Fuck, you feel so good, little dreamer.” Morpheus.
“You’re taking all of us, just like I knew you could, wife.” Hades.
“I think I’m addicted to your throat, trouble.” Maliki.
“Keep writhing, just like that. Milk us, mate.” Hades.
“Shh, we’re almost there.” Morpheus.
“Shadows, I’m about to drown you, Sera…” Maliki.
“Swallow, wife.”
“I’m about to fill your ass.”
“Styx, your throat…”
“My knot is going to destroy your cunt, darling.”
“I’m not going to be able to hold back for much longer, little dreamer. Once I start…”
“Fuck,” all three of them say in unison, and my world explodes in an array of color. Golds. Silvers. Whites. Blacks. I… I can’t see. It’s blinding. It’s profound. It’s soul-destroying.
My world detonates.
My soul screams.
My heart shatters.
My lungs cease to function.
The world around me is ripped away in a tidal wave of intense sensation that blinds my senses to a point of numbness.
And my grip on reality fades.
I’m no longer human.
I’m no longer alive.
I’m no longer anything at all.
Just pleasure.
A dancing spirit.
Lost in a sea of nothingness.
Until everything comes crashing back to me, my body spasming to life as echoes of intensity ricochet through my limbs. I can’t stop trembling.
Someone hums.
Another purrs.
A knot pulses inside me on repeat. No. Two.
Thorns, Morpheus is… is connected…
Sorry, little dreamer, he whispers. I didn’t know that would happen…
I’m not upset. I’m not in pain. I’m just… I’m attached to him and Hades. Forced to writhe. To experience an unending sensation as their knots hold me captive in a spiral of ecstasy.
The world wavers again.
Colors.
More blinding lights.
Another orgasm, or the continuation of the first one. I don’t… I don’t know. It’s all rolling into a rapturous loop of impossibility.
More quakes.
More shattering.
More… more…
I…
There’s something… a snapping. My heart beating too fast. My soul screaming in agony.
No. Not my soul.
It’s…
I can’t figure out what I’m feeling. What I’m sensing. But the moment I almost understand, I’m taken under by another wave of excruciating pleasure.
I can’t breathe. I’m drowning. There’s too much seed. Too much masculinity. Too much…
Thornsss…
I’m whirling again, crying out this time at the unending sensations. I need it to stop. To focus on the… on the…
“Hades,” I pant. “Hades, please…” I can’t figure out how to explain what’s happening. It feels amazing, and yet something is breaking. Something has my soul in a chokehold.
I fight against the invisible entity, begging for my spirit to be mine. To be whole. To be right.
But the hook…
“The plane,” I whisper, my eyes widening as the room comes back into view. “The Omegas.”
I feel them now.
Their souls.
Reaching for mine.
Yanking me back.
It’s the plane of nonexistence.
The place Demeter made.
I’m the heart. The soul. The anchor.
A gasp escapes me, and I grab Hades’s shoulders. “Bite me.”
No, that’s not right.
I meant to say… I meant to say…
My eyes widen, understanding grasping me by the throat. “Wait—”
Blackness overtakes me.
My soul yanked back to that place.
To restore. To rebuild. To balance.
“Welcome home, daughter,” a cold voice says, the bitter note sending an invisible chill down my spine.
“I see I made a mistake in allowing your reincarnation, but at least I was able to use it to my advantage. This new link to Hades is exactly what we need to bolster our world. And the best part of all? He finally gets to rot.”
I try to blink, to bring myself back to the real world.
But I can’t feel anything.
Can’t hear anything.
Only Demeter’s mad laugh as she repeats “rot” like it’s some kind of joke.
“Such a fitting end, hmm? Perfect for our life cycle, as it will supply us with an endless array of souls to empower our plane.” She sounds positively giddy, her giggles echoing all around my mind.
There’s a triumphant undertone to them that makes this feel even more final.
Even more real.
Even more… terrifying.
“Enjoy your pit of despair, Hades,” she says, the words swirling through my consciousness in a wave of unmistakable agony. “May you rot… for eternity.”