Page 122 of Bride of Death
But this isn’tmywoman.
This ishiswoman.
And he wants to give me to her as a wedding gift.
I’m aware of how fucked up this is, but as Sera shifts to obey Hades’s command, I realize that I just do not care. All I want to do islick.
Pulling off my jacket, I drape it over the edge of the mattress. I need more flexibility—which is why I remove the tie, too. And unfasten the top button of my shirt, as well as the ones on my wrists.
Formalities are one of Hades’s quirks, not mine. But the way Sera watches me roll my sleeves makes me wonder if I should start wearing outfits like this more often.
By the time I finish, her skin is flushed an even darker crimson, and her sweet pussy is practically dripping with need.
I place a knee on the mattress and start toward her as Hades sits on the bed beside Sera. He’s close enough to touch, yet he simply stretches out his legs to cross them at the ankles and continues to enjoy his beverage.
While watching.
I’ve always enjoyed having his eyes on me while I work. That’s one of my kinks.
But this is different.
He’s never sat on the bed while I’ve played.
And I find that I ratherlikethis change.
Which doesn’t surprise me. I’ve longed to share a woman—properly—with him for eons.
Perhaps that’ll happen with Sera.
Assuming he doesn’t kill me for making his mate come all over my face, I think.
Ah, but what a beautiful way to dieis my next thought as I kneel between Sera’s splayed thighs.
“Fuck, Sera. I’ve never seen such a needy pussy.” I draw my finger through her slick folds, which has her eyes widening in response like she can’t believe I just touched herthere. But she moans in the next breath, her concerns already forgotten. “You’re so wet, sweet girl.”
“Welcome to being with an Omega,” Hades murmurs. “Now stop stalling and give my wife what she needs.”
Chapter 31
Hades
I can’t decideif I want to kill Maliki or encourage him to do more.
He has my mate naked and wet and panting.For him.
It’s an infuriatingly arousing situation.
I know what he’s capable of, so I’m aware that he’s being gentle with Serapina. Because he believes her to be inexperienced. Naïve.Innocent.
And thus far, every reaction she’s provided suggests he’s right.
She’s physically different. I expected that. Her skin is paler than Persephone’s was, her features pinker as a result.
But it’s more than that.
Her moans are different. Her pants are a foreign cadence. The way she went from shy to bold was unique.
Persephone always supplicated, her role as an Omega intrinsically ingrained in her from birth. Oh, she could take on the role of seductress, too. But there was always a shy quality to it. And she often relied on her slick to entice me to knot her.
