Yet I’m a slave to her being, lost to her existence, consumed by her soul.
My Serapina.
The resurrected form of my mate.
My everything.
The one I’m meant to be with for eternity.
My true heart.
The Omega I have to share because that’s what she desires. And I want to give her the world.
But more than that, I want to protect her.
Which I know Maliki and Morpheus will help me do. It’s unnatural to rely on anyone other than myself, yet I can’t deny the relief I feel knowing Serapina will always be safe with us.
Unlike Persephone,a dark part of me whispers.I failed her.
And I started by failing Serapina, too.
However, I’m going to make it up to her. It’s a vow I whisper with my tongue against hers, a promise I solidify by clasping my palm around the back of her neck, and a benediction my soul whispers to hers as I hold her close.
I’ll be better, Serapina. I’ll be everything you need and more.
Which means I need to prove I can do this.Prove I can share.
It hurts, but I slowly ease away from Serapina, my mouth hovering against hers for a lingering moment before I press my lips to her ear.
“I want you to be my good girl and take off Morpheus’s pants,” I whisper to her. “Then you’re going to do the same to Maliki. After that, you’re going to touch them, Serapina. With both your hands and your tongue.”
She shudders against me, her nipples so hard I can feel them through my dress shirt.
“If this becomes too much, though, I want you to say my name, okay?” I add softly, my eyes meeting Morpheus’s before looking at Maliki. I know they can hear me, and they’ll understand the importance of what I’m doing. “Tell me you understand, Serapina.”
“I understand,” she breathes.
“Very good, darling,” I murmur, pressing a kiss to her skittering pulse. “And if for some reason you can’t speak, I want you to hold up two fingers.” I grab her hand to create the action I mean and hold it up for her to see as I ease back from her. “Understood?”
“I understand,” she echoes, swallowing.
Smiling, I cup her cheek again and lean in to brush my mouth against hers. “Good girl,” I praise her. “Now go free Morpheus’s knot and Maliki’s cock. I want to watch you pleasure them.”
Her pupils dilate as I pull away, her lips deliciously swollen. But not nearly as swollen as they’re about to be. Because she has two mates to please, and I know they’re going to enjoy testing her limits.
I hold her gaze while walking backward to my chair, then I sit and lift one leg to balance my ankle on my opposite knee.
Serapina stares at me for a long moment, causing me to arch a brow. “Is there a problem, darling?” I ask her.
She licks her lips and shakes her head. “No, my lord.”
My lips twitch. The formal address is one I usually hate, but not from her. It feels purposeful right now, like she’s using it as a way to communicate her comfort level. My name is her safe word. She might not know what that means, but it’s implied. So she’s using a title instead.
“Then get to work,” I tell her, a hint of command in my tone. “I expect eagerness, Serapina. And obedience.”
A pretty flush blossoms across her cheeks, followed by a hint of resolve. She wants to please me. But more important than that, she wants to be strong. Courageous.Adventurous. I can see the determination flashing through her features as she rotates toward Morpheus.
He’s the picture of ease, relaxing against the pillows with both hands tucked behind his head now, and shirtless. All he has on is a pair of gray sweats, just like Maliki, making Serapina’s task somewhat simple. It’s a good initial assignment because what’ll come next won’t be so easy for her to do.
