That creates an unclear landscape, one I want to understand before I truly indulge in this experience. Because I need to ensure Sera’s safety and happiness.
If Hades loses his fucking mind, she’ll be caught in the middle. I won’t let that happen. I’ll take the brunt of his ire while Morpheus mists her to safety.
So I break Hades’s rules and kiss Sera.
Not gently. Not sweetly. But hard. With tongue. Devouring her.Claimingher. And leave her panting whenI’m done. Then I wrap my palm around her neck and guide her back down to Morpheus’s dick. “Part those lips for him, trouble,” I tell her. “And relax your throat.”
I focus on her for a moment, ensuring she does what I request, then look directly at Hades as I push her to take more of Morpheus into her mouth.
He holds my gaze, his nostrils flaring.
But I don’t see anger or a need for retribution in his features.
Instead, all I find isheat.
It’s a heat that burns hotter when Morpheus groans.
I glance down to find Sera massaging his knot while using her mouth to suck. “Shadows, mystery. It’s like you were made for this.”
“She was,” Hades says, his tone lacking the arousal I saw simmering in his dark eyes. But a glance back at him confirms it’s absolutely still there; he just sounds indifferent.
And when I feel Sera attempt to take even more of Morpheus, I think I understand why.
Hades is trying to goad Sera into pushing her boundaries by pretending that this bores him.
Arse, I nearly say aloud.
But I can’t ignore how much Morpheus is benefiting from this. He looks ready to fall apart beneath Sera’s touch, and she’s only just started on him.
His muscles are all tightened, his jaw clenching as he forcefully keeps his hands locked behind his head.
The restraint is palpable.
And I imagine it’s made even more intense by him being an Alpha. He’s not used to bowing to anyone, let alone another Mythos Fae.
Yet he’s trying to let Hades lead.
Though, it seems Sera is really the one in charge here.Because she’s swallowing even more of Morpheus now, all while fondling his knot.
“Fuck, little dreamer,” he groans, his blue-green eyes smoldering with need. “The way you’re squeezing me…” His back bows off the bed, the tattoos along his arms bulging as he fights his own urges.
I can tell he wants to touch her. To take over. Tolead.
And something about that restraint makes this so much hotter.
I’m guiding Sera, Hades is managing the room, and Morpheus is simply being forced to enjoy the gift of our girl’s talented touch.
“It should be her mouth you’re complimenting,” Hades says, pushing away from his chair to saunter over to the bed. “Is she using enough tongue?”
Morpheus makes a low sound in the back of his throat that I think is supposed to be a laugh but comes out strangled.
“Or do you prefer teeth?” Hades asks conversationally.
The God of Dreams looks at him. “I prefer whatever Serapina wants to do to my cock.”
Hades grunts at that. “I suppose we know why I’m the better instructor, then.” He sits on the bed and places his hand over mine on Sera’s head. “Open your mouth a little more, darling. I want to see how much of Morpheus you can take.”
He starts to apply pressure, but I stop him by pushing back. “Take a deep breath first, Sera,” I interject, my eyes on Hades.
