She’s mine to cherish.For always.And I refuse to hurt her faith in me.
So I hold her while she begins to pant.
Kiss the back of her head as she seeks friction against Maliki.
Bite back a growl when her ass meets my knot.
Then I purr when I feel her come apart between us, her dream having sent her body into a feverish climax that causes her eyes to open in shock.
Maliki is right there with her, his golden orbs heavy with lust as he stares at her and then at me. But as Serapina begins to truly awaken, her lips part on a gasp, drawing our focus back to her.
She studies Maliki for a moment before looking back at me.
I smile. “Hello, gorgeous Omega,” I say, recognizing the dilation of her pupils. “Ready to test your mates?”
She swallows. “I… I don’t know.”
I arch a brow. “You don’t know?”
“I feel strange.”
“Like you’re about to combust even though you just came whilst asleep?” I suggest.
She shudders. “That was real?”
“The sensations, yes,” I murmur. “How you got there, though, was a dream. I did my best to respect your boundaries, which was rather hard with your delicious ass pressed up against my knot.”
Her eyes widen and she rotates toward me, her gaze running over my naked body to my throbbing cock. “Oh,” she breathes. “Oh.”
“Yes, you made noises similar to that while you slept.” I reach out to tuck her hair behind her ear. “It took significant effort on my part not to reach between your legs and help you along.”
She stares at me. “You didn’t touch me?”
I shake my head. “Only held your hip, little dreamer. And kissed you a few times on the neck and head.”
“Nice show of restraint,” Maliki interjects.
“Consent is important,” I reply, my words for him and for Serapina. “I would love to fuck you while you dream, sweetheart, but only with your permission.”
Her lips part, her pupils seeming to throb. “Yes,” she tells me. However, a frown follows her affirmation. “But not right now.”
She sits up, the movement so sudden that she sways a little.
Except, before I can reach for her to steady her, she’s already moved up onto her knees.
And then she faces us both.
Her nose crinkles. “I still feel weird.”
“Like you want to run?” I guess.
“Maybe?” Her brow furrows. “I… I don’t understand.”
Maliki goes up onto his elbows, his long legs crossing at the ankles. “Do you feel antsy?” he asks.
“A little.”
“Aroused?” he presses. “Ready to fuck again?”
