Page 45 of Summer's Seduction

Megara smiled in relief before following close behind. And then my pegasus angled forward and my stomach fluttered as the ground rose to meet us.

Camp setup was fairly easy with the network of caves already being stocked. It was clear this area was a frequent stopping point for the goddess, meaning the moon was still in the sky when I stepped along the banks of the shallow river with a bar of soap, clothes, and a small towel in hand.

“I’d hoped to help you bathe, little monster. You enjoyed my talents so much the last time.” Morpheus’s voice rose from the shadows of a great pine tree. The subtle crunch of river rocks sounded as he neared, his eyes roving over me.

My heart skipped a beat as his black wings stretched and settled behind him. Morpheus grinned as the scent of my arousal filled the small space between. Gods below, I couldn’t stop thinking about just how much I’d loved seeing his head betweenmy thighs, how desperately I’d been craving the feel of his tongue on my pussy.

He lifted a hand to my cheek, his thumb brushing away a flake of dried blood. “That is if you will still have me.”

“What you did today was deserved.” I swallowed, leaning into his touch. “Am I horrible for thinking it was the sweetest thing anyone has ever done for me?”

A true smile tilted his lips, revealing the glint of fangs. “No, little monster.” He leaned down, capturing my lips with his. He tasted like spice and leather. Like a haven of peace in an existence of chaos. “But know that is just a hint of what I’d do for you.”

His lips trailed down my neck as his fingers pressed the cloak off my shoulders. “I would bathe the realms in blood for you, Larkspur.”

I gasped as his fangs scraped the edge of my collarbone. He tugged the straps of my dress down, one and then the other. “I would drench the realms in death, letting the corpses of all those who’d ever been foolish enough to hurt you rot for eternity.”

The cool night air caressed my skin, causing my nipples to harden as Morpheus’s hands trailed lower. He kissed his way down my sternum before dropping to his knees to unlace my boots.

“They would never know rest.” He tossed one boot aside, his fingers gliding up my calf. “Never feel peace.”

The next boot thudded in the rocks as I fought to control my breathing, but his hands were at my waist now, working the laces free. His thumbs looped inside my pants, dragging the fabric over my ass and down my legs. Still, he stayed on his knees, dragging his nose over my core as my thighs clenched.

“I would give you my heart, Larkspur.”

My chest squeezed at the devotion dripping from his lips because I’d already given him mine. Somewhere in the mess ofblood and pain, he’d captured my heart and woven our frayed souls together. I never allowed myself to hope, but maybe I had a chance in this life of finding happiness—of experiencing true love.

Morpheus leaned forward, pressing a chaste kiss to my pussy as his hands cupped the back of my thighs. “As black as it may be, every last piece of it beats for you.”

I looked down, staring into the red-ringed eyes of The Dark Prince kneeling between my legs still covered in the proof of his devotion to me and tugged for him to stand. His brows furrowed, but the look of concern was quickly replaced by desire as I stripped him of his clothes.

His cock twitched as I brushed against it, the thick length of it pressing into my stomach as I reached up to twine my fingers around his neck. My brown skin was cast darker in the light of the setting moon, Morpheus’s skin bleached further. We were a contrast in some ways—a half-witch destined to hate The Slumber Prince, both of us tainted by the blood of our mothers—but we fit together in every way that mattered.

As if hearing my thoughts, Morpheus’s hands cupped my ass, lifting me until I straddled him. He walked us into the stream, the water surprisingly warm compared to the bite of the night air. A shiver worked up his spine, his body tensing as his waist sank beneath the water’s edge.

I lifted a brow, unable to help the smirk tilting my lips. “A little too cold for you, Lord Morpheus?”

He narrowed his eyes at my playful tone, sifting my body lower until his cock was nestled against my pussy. My breathing hitched as I felt how big he was, my spine stiffening as he grinned.

“Better now, little monster, but I would prefer the heat of your body to this water.”

Swallowing, I nodded, raising the bar of soap to scrub off the grime of the day. All the while, he kept me there, teetering on the edge. Morpheus leaned back, rinsing all the soap from his body and hair for the river to carry it away.

“Keep your thighs right here,” Morpheus commanded, enunciating his words with the press of his cock dangerously close to my entrance. “Be a good girl for me, little monster, and I’ll reward you.”

I whimpered as he took the soap from me, his hands working over my body while I did my best to not move. My pussy throbbed, needy for more than just the promise of him. It was torture knowing that if I just angled my hips a little further, he’d sink inside me.

Unable to take it, I shifted my hips, dragging my clit against his head. I moaned at the friction; the sensation made only better by Morpheus's hands over my breasts.

“Such a needy little monster,” he breathed, dipping my body back into the river as a low chuckle rumbled in his chest. His lips closed around my nipple a moment later, causing another moan to escape me as I rocked my hips, but his arm wrapped around my waist before I could get any further. “That’s going to cost you.”

Water cascaded down our bodies as Morpheus flitted us from the stream and through the trees until the world stopped.

“We can sleep in the caves if you like, but I thought this might be better.” Morpheus’s voice pitched with uncertainty as I slid from his grip, gazing at the scene before me.

Thousands of stars glimmered in the sky above, peering down at us between the branches of ancient pine trees. There was a roaring fire in the center of a small clearing, the warmth licking at my chilled skin and thawing the shivers that had taken hold. A bed constructed out of half a dozen blankets was set up alongside the fire, the thick material looking soft and inviting.Morpheus even procured a small bowl of berries and nuts for me to eat.

“You did all of this?”

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