And smile when she sighs with contentment.
Because I’ve calmed her. Protected her.Pleasedher.
It’s a heady feeling, one born of a strange sort of pride. I’ve always been good to my bed partners. But never in this way.
I’ve also never kissed a woman like I just kissed Sera. It always leads to more and ends climactically. Then the female leaves, and I sleep alone.
Only, I don’t want that kind of ending with Sera.
I want this—her in my arms, sleeping against my chest, after kissing for eternity.
It’s blissful, even with the ache radiating from below.
An ache that grows as Sera slides her leg through mine and presses her thigh to my hard cock.
I close my eyes and grit my teeth.
Then focus on the vibrations my tattoos are creating.
Because this is for Sera.
My sweet little mystery.
Hades might call her hiswifeand hismate. But to me, she’s simply…mine.
Chapter 9
Hades
“How nice of you to return,”a deep voice drawls as I materialize in my palace den.
My jaw clenches for what has to be the thousandth time in the last few hours as I face the Hell Fae King.
I should have known he would be here waiting for me. While the Netherworld Kingdom is my home, it resides within the Hell Fae Realm.
A complicated conundrum that essentially means the fae here worship me while reveringhim—Typhos Lucifer—as their king.
It’s a hierarchy that has worked for a very long time. He’s even appointed his own lieutenants to run each of the different species of fae that reside within his wards.
However, he’s always seen me as above all that, my Mythos Fae heritage affording me a leniency he has no choice but to give.
Only, I can tell by his expression now that he’s not in alenientmood. “I’m going to give you three minutes to express your frustration,” I inform him. “Then I’m going to get to work.”
I should have arrived an hour ago.
But I couldn’t take myself away from Serapina and Maliki.
After initiating my mist, I lingered in the in-between. I shouldn’t have. The longer I stayed, the harder it was to force myself to actuallyleave.
However, watching Maliki kiss Serapina literally froze me in the in-between. I couldn’t tear my eyes off of them. And they were too caught up in each other to notice.
Was it wrong of me to observe them? Probably.
But it felt fuckingright. Part of me wanted to throttle Maliki for daring to touch my Omega. Only, that part was drowned out by the side of me that wanted to tell him to go further. To strip her. Kiss every inch of her.Fuck her.
Maybe it’s my millennia of watching him play that inspired these feelings.
Or maybe it’s simply meant to be this way.
