Hades’s dark eyebrow inches upward, challenging me.
However, I don’t back down.
It’s his job to lead. And it’s my job to protect. We each have our roles here, and he has to remember that if this is going to work.
He studies me for a moment before he dips his chin in subtle acknowledgment. “Maliki is right, Serapina. Inhale for us and be prepared to hold your breath for a bit while we test your limits.”
Her eyes widen, causing me to add, “Remember your safe motion, Sera. If this becomes too much, just hold up two fingers and we’ll stop.”
Although, we won’t let it get to that point. It’s our job to ensure her comfort and security. But she doesn’t know that yet. We have to build trust, and safe words are the best way to accomplish that.
“Inhale,” Hades repeats, his dominant tone causing Sera to obey almost instantly.
I don’t say anything, just focus on Sera’s expression and the stiffness in her body. She’s uncomfortable, which almost has me telling Hades to back off.
But her shoulders suddenly tighten like she’s emboldening herself. Then she starts to take more of Morpheus into her mouth without us applying pressure.
Hades smiles, clearly pleased, and I stop pushing up against his hand and allow him to take over again.
Morpheus releases a groan that has Sera looking up at him, her pupils dilating at the sight of his muscles flexing.
“Very good,” Hades praises her. “But don’t forget to keep fondling his knot. That part of an Alpha’s cock is extremely sensitive, especially when it’s an Omega touching him there.”
Morpheus makes a sound of agreement.
And Sera’s nostrils flare.
She readjusts her grip on Morpheus while pushing herself to take more. There’s a flash of alarm in her features when she realizes he’s so deep that she can’t breathe, but a glance up at his reaction has her relaxing.
“Mmm, that’s it, darling,” Hades murmurs. “Can you take any more?”
She responds by attempting to, then freezes and tries to pull back up.
“Shh,” he hushes her when she starts to panic. “You’re safe. Just relax for a little bit, then we’ll let you breathe.”
Sera doesn’t immediately listen, her body strung tight like she’s about to fight.
But then she seems to steel her resolve and forces more of Morpheus into her mouth.
Hades moves his hand away from mine to the back of her neck, his thumb instantly finding her pulse. “You’re taking him so well, Serapina,” he tells her. “Now pull back slowly for me, but don’t release him entirely.”
Her throat appears to be moving like she’s trying to swallow, then she follows his guidance, and I remove my palm from her head and instead draw my fingers down her arm. “I’m envious of Morpheus right now, trouble,” I inform her. “I think you’ve just made one of his fantasies a reality.”
“If you only knew,” Morpheus says, his voice strained. “Fuck, she’s still sucking even though I know she wants to breathe.”
“Because she’s allowing her instincts to rule her movements,” Hades says, pride in his voice. “Just as an Omega should.”
Sera shivers, the reaction one I feel beneath my fingertips as I continue to stroke her arm.
“Now, if you need a break to catch your breath, I recommend pulling back to just the tip and swirling your tongue around the head while you discreetly inhale,” Hades goes on. “But don’t forget to keep massaging his knot. Yes, Serapina. Just like that.”
She shivers again, clearly enjoying his praise.
“Tell her how you feel, Morpheus,” he adds, the command in his tone clear.
“Like I’m about to explode,” the God of Dreams replies with a groan. “Fuck, Serapina, you’re making it difficult not to touch you.”
Hades smiles. “You hear that, darling? Morpheus wants to thread his fingers through your hair and force you to take him deep again.”
