I stare at him. With an offer like that, why would I bother talking? “Okay, kiss me,” I say.
He grins. “Oh, trouble…” He leans in to kiss my cheek.
“You realize he’s going to tease you now, yes?” Morpheus murmurs, his warmth a blanket against my back that sends tingles down my spine. “And I don’t mean with words.”
Maliki’s smile widens. “Definitely not entirely with words, anyway,” he says, then kisses my chin.
I frown. “This was not the kind of kissing I anticipated, Maliki.”
“Then perhaps you should share what’s on your mind, beautiful girl,” he drawls. “Otherwise…” He kisses my throat and then my shoulder. “Morpheus, would you mind helping me out on my quest?”
“Not at all,” he replies, his hand skimming up my side to the strap on my shoulder.
I’m wearing another one of those golden dress things. The silk is surprisingly comfortable to sleep in. But really, I wore it because Maliki seemed to like it when he first arrived. And I wanted to entice him to react in a fashion similar to before.
It seems it’s working now.
Sort of.
I think.
I…
Morpheus drags the strap down my arm, causing the fabric of my dress to glide along with it. He doesn’t stop until he’s exposed my breast, which causes Maliki to murmur, “Thank you, Morpheus,” before lowering his mouth to my exposed flesh.
Only, he doesn’t kiss my nipple.
He just licks and nibbles around it instead.
All while Morpheus returns his palm to my side to draw lazy circles against my hip bone with his thumb.
I shiver between them, my thighs tensing with an unspoken need.
A need that Maliki heightens when the stubble on his chin brushes my aroused nipple. It’s a tender caress. Ateasingtouch.
And I suddenly understand what he meant byteasingme without words.
“Maliki…” I grab his shoulder, then his neck, and try to guide him where I want him. But he’s stronger than me and merely chuckles against my stiff peak before lifting his head up and meeting my gaze.
“Yes, Sera? Have something you want to say?”
“Maybe something you want to ask for?” Morpheus adds, his voice a low rumble of sound that leaves me trembling against him. “I’m certain Maliki will be accommodating to any request you would like to voice,little dreamer. Just as I’ll fulfill any fantasy you may desire.” He kisses me right below my ear, then skims his teeth against my pulse.
I dig my nails into Maliki’s neck, my back arching to give him better access to my breasts.
But he doesn’t do what I want, what Ineed.
“Words, trouble,” he murmurs. “Give me your words.”
“Yes, Serapina,” Morpheus adds, his lips at my ear again. “This is a lesson in communication. If you want something, you voice it. Because soon, you won’t be able to consent. So we need to know what your limits are before you lose your mind with lust.”
“How do I know what to ask for when I haven’t done anything?” I counter, unable to mask the frustration in my tone. They want me tocommunicate, but I have no idea what to say. “I just want you to teach me.”
Maliki pulls back, his gaze going to Morpheus. “Our girl wants a lesson.”
“Indeed,” Morpheus replies. “Is there any topic that’s of particular interest to you, Enforcer?”
Maliki considers him for a moment before going onto his elbow and staring down at me. “Have you played with his knot yet, trouble?”
