Page 120 of Bride of Death
Holding his gaze, I lower my mouth to Sera’s breast, then close my lips around her rose-colored tip andsuck.
His nostrils flare in response, his arousal as potent as his fury.
I’m touching his mate, and he’s torn between demanding more and killing me. It’s an erotic disposition, one that has me returning my focus to Sera as I swirl my tongue around her taut peak.
She releases a delicious moan, prompting my arm to slide around her back to pull her tightly against me as I introduce my teeth to her sensitive skin.
I don’t bite hard, just enough for her to feel the sting before laving it away with my tongue. Her hand on my shoulder moves to my hair, holding me to her breast as I hollow my cheeks and show her just what I can do with my mouth.
“Maliki,” she breathes.
And fuck if that doesn’t make me hard in an instant, the way she saysmyname in response tomytouch.
NotHades.
Notstop.
ButMaliki.
Fuck. Yes.
Hades hums, reminding me that he’s still here. Usually, he’s silent while I play. Seated in a corner. Brooding.
Yet this time, he stands right beside me, not missing a single second of what I’m doing to his mate. I would almost bet that he wants to touch her, too.
But he refrains, instead sipping his bloodpagne while I expose her other breast and feast on her rosy nipple.
She doesn’t taste like cherries; she tastes likesin.
And it’s a sin I’ll happily indulge in for as long as I’m allowed. Because Styx, this female is the sweetest temptation I’ve ever had the pleasure of enjoying.
By the time I finish worshipping her tits, she’s panting and clinging to me with her head tossed back in a beautiful display of carnal need.
But my gaze goes to those stunning peaks again, and my lips curl. “Cherry red.”
“Indeed,” Hades murmurs, his voice seeming to make Sera quiver.
He may intimidate her, but she likes that he’s here. And she absolutely enjoyed what I just did to her.
It makes me want to domore. To takemore. To see how far I can push Hades. To see how much Sera will let me do to her.
So I finish dragging both of her straps down her arms to reveal her flat stomach, all while the God of Death watches.
She isn’t wearing a bra because of her backless dress.
Which has me wondering… “Do you think she’s wearing panties?” I ask aloud, my question for Hades.
His answer will tell me if I should proceed… or stop.
While I wait for his decision, I admire Sera’s topless state. Her flush has spread, giving her pale skin an alluring, pink glow.
“I’m guessing no, as I didn’t leave any out for her to wear,” Hades tells me. “Show me if I’m right.”
I wait a beat, studying Sera’s reaction to his demand. She rights her head to look at him and then at me, her eyes rounding. “I warned you, mystery,” I tell her. “I said this dress made me want to touch you, which would result in me wanting to expose more of you.”
Her nails dig into my scalp like she’s trying to hold on to me because she might fall. I straighten and stare down at her.
“Do you want to tell us if you’re wearing panties?” I ask her. “Or do you want me to find out on my own?” I tug a little on her dress, allowing her to feel it pooling at her hips.
