I feel his hand in my hair, helping to guide me down over his shaft.
Maliki’s arm tightens around my core as someone takes my hand to place it on Morpheus’s hip. My other palm leaves the bed to wrap around his knot. And a fresh wave of heat washes over me when I realize it was Hades who moved me into this position.
“Multitasking is vital when you have multiple mates,” he says, his lips right against my ear. “Now let them use you, darling. When they’re done, I’ll clean you up.”
That fresh wave of heat turnsmolten.
I’m pretty sure I stop breathing.
Not that it matters, as Morpheus thrusts into my throat.
He uses his grip in my hair to take my mouth the way he desires, pushing even deeper as Maliki moves with abandon below.
I feel so full.
So taken.
So claimed.
It’s madness. It’s beautiful.It’s us.
I dig my nails into Morpheus’s hip, holding on as he uses me. All while gripping his knot and massaging it the way I learned he liked earlier.
But Maliki isn’t one to be ignored, his tattoos beginning to twist in a new motion below.
I squeeze around him, my body reacting to his sensual caress and building into a crescendo just like before.
Fae…He’s going to make me come again. Even more intensely than before.What if I black out while Morpheus is in my mouth?
Surely he’ll take care of me. I hope. Maybe.
But the way he’s taking me now is in a manner that suggests he’s as lost to this experience as I am. He’s staringdown at me, though, his blue-green irises swirling like twin flames.
It’s hypnotic.
Gorgeous.
Erotic.
I can see his pleasure mounting in time with mine, yet I sense him pull back to let me breathe, his priority to care for me overriding his own need.
That’s not going to work for me,I realize.I don’t want him to go easy on me.
I want to be able to take whatever he needs to give and then some.
Which I demonstrate by driving right back down on his shaft, sucking him deep and hollowing my cheeks to a point that makes him curse.
“Serapina,” he growls.
But Hades chuckles beside us as he stretches out on the bed. “Beautifully eager,” he praises. “Make him come down that pretty throat, mate. I want to watch you swallow every drop of his seed.”
I can’t believe he just said that. That he’s here. That he’sencouragingthis.
Maybe this is a dream.
Thorns, I hope not…
Maliki propels forward, hitting me so deep that I gasp. Only for Morpheus to drive into my throat and cut off my air.
