Page 37 of Bride of Death (Netherworld Fae #1)

Maliki

Styx, Sera’s innocence is going to undo me.

I usually prefer experienced females, but there is something undeniably erotic about having the opportunity to teach this woman about bedroom play.

Hades follows as I carry her into the bedroom, his presence louder than his steps. Though, I can tell he’s trying to tone it down—for his mate.

His fiancée.

His wife.

They’re all the same words to him and to me. She’s his . I respect that. But I’m about to make her mine, too.

He’s going to regret offering to share her with me.

Because I’m pretty sure I’m about to become addicted to Serapina Everheart. Styx, I probably already am, and I haven’t even kissed her yet.

Big blue eyes stare up at me in wonder as I set Sera on the floor beside her bed—one she hasn’t even slept in yet. It’s much larger than her old one, something that will benefit us in time.

But for now, I simply cup her jaw and stare down into her eyes. “Like I said to Hades, I adore foreplay. Which is why I’m going to kiss you everywhere else before I properly taste you.”

Her pupils dilate, her fingers seeming to dig into my shoulders. “Oh” is all she says, the word coming out in a breath.

I take that to mean she’s okay with my intentions.

However, for her, and only her , I’ll be a gentleman and go slow.

I press my lips to her cheek first, then her jaw, and gradually begin to trace the column of her slender neck. When I reach her thundering pulse, I hum in approval.

She’s aroused.

Which is precisely what I want from her. Pleasure .

And not because Hades told me to please his wife . But because I want to please her.

Shadows , I want to do a lot more than that.

However, I’m making this experience about her. Hades may think this is about confirming her truths, but that’s not my goal. I’m simply using this opportunity to my advantage.

I want her.

And if this is the only way Hades is going to let me have her, then so be it. I’ll make sure she enjoys every second and thinks about me for the rest of her existence. Every time he knots her, thoughts of me will drift through her mind, too.

Thoughts of what I did to her with my mouth.

My hands.

My tongue .

That’ll be my satisfaction. My lasting gratification.

I’ll probably spend the rest of my long life craving her after this, but I’m willing to pay that price for just one moment of bliss.

Tonight she’s mine .

And I’m going to show her exactly what that means.

Nibbling on her neck, I run my mouth back up to her jaw and higher to her ear while my palms skim up her sides.

“You’re so fucking beautiful, Sera,” I tell her.

“I’ve been fantasizing about you for weeks, wondering what this body would look like beneath my hands.

How you flush when you’re turned on. The sounds you might make while I stroke your bare skin and tease you with my mouth. ”

She shudders against me. “W-weeks?”

“Maybe even longer,” I admit, my fingers reaching the straps of her stunning gown. I pull one over her shoulder, just to test her reaction, and grin when she trembles again. “You turned away all those fae. But you’re not telling me to leave now, are you?”

She shakes her head. “No. I…” Her throat bobs, suggesting she’s trying to swallow. “Please don’t leave.”

My smile deepens. “I’m not going anywhere, trouble.” I nip her earlobe, then draw my lips back down to her bare shoulder and place a kiss where her strap used to be. “What color do you think her nipples are?” I ask Hades, curious as to if he has any guesses.

While I wait for his response, I trace her quivering collarbone with my tongue, aware that he instructed me to only kiss her. And that I’m doing a lot more than that.

Though, he’s not trying to stop me.

He also said to please his wife .

So this is me doing just that.

Besides, I am technically kissing her, too.

“Pale murberries,” he says. “The kind that have been in the sun for just the right amount of time, making them juicy and sweet and fucking delicious .”

I’ve never had a murberry before, so I assume that’s a fruit from the Mythos Fae Realm.

“Let’s see if you’re right,” I reply, testing both his possessive instincts and Sera’s willingness for more.

He doesn’t reply.

And my sweet, innocent mystery simply trembles.

So I tug on the strap a tad more to begin exposing her tit, all while monitoring her for any signs of discomfort.

Her breathing quickens—a sight that enhances her already exquisite chest—and a delectable little flush creeps along her neck.

I glance up to see her staring down at my hand, her lips parted like she can’t believe I’m doing this. But she’s not trying to stop me. And nothing in her features says she wants this to end.

So I finish freeing her breast, then look down to take in the color. “Rosy pink,” I murmur, very much approving. “I bet they turn a beautiful red when sucked.”

Like cherries , I think, inhaling. How appropriate .

Her natural scent has always been sweet to me, but now I realize what fruit she reminds me of— cherries .

The aroma is a beacon for my tongue, making me want to taste her even more than I already do.

Releasing her strap, I move my hand to her breast and gently thumb her erect nipple. “Gorgeous, Sera,” I praise her.

The hitch in her breath confirms it was the right thing to say.

No one has seen her like this. She doesn’t need to tell me that for me to know. She may have handled those flirtatious fae in the bar with the skill of a professional, but she’s very much untouched.

Her background wouldn’t have allowed for it.

Yet she masks her innocence well.

Because she’s a Goddess .

And her God is currently at my back.

I half expect him to yank me away from his mate, but instead he just moves to my side with a drink in one hand and his other in the pocket of his slacks. “Murberries,” he murmurs. “And I agree. They’ll redden nicely if given the appropriate attention.”

I glance at him and meet his gaze.

He’s daring me to push him. I can see it in his expression, the way violence brews in his gaze like a dark thunderstorm.

He should know better than to tempt me into his version of madness.

Because I’ll follow him every time. For fun .

Holding his gaze, I lower my mouth to Sera’s breast, then close my lips around her rose-colored tip and suck .

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 says my name in response to my touch.

Not Hades .

Not stop .

But Maliki .

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 like sin .

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 do more . To take more . 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.

“I…” Her lashes flutter. “I don’t want this to stop.”

My lips curl. “That wasn’t my question, Sera. There’s a lot more I can do from the waist up.” I lift one hand back to her tit and give it a little squeeze and pull her even closer until my mouth is hovering over hers. “So if you want this to be the line, I can work with that.”

I allow her to feel my breath, my heat, my desire .

She quivers in response, her mouth parting beneath mine, like she’s trying to invite my tongue inside for a thorough introduction.

“All it takes is an answer, trouble. Do you want to tell me what’s under the dress? Or should I find out on my own?” I ask softly, my thumbs teasing the exposed skin of her hips.

Her voice is a sultry whisper as she replies, “Find out.”

My abdomen tenses, her words nearly dropping me to my knees.

Because Styx , this female is all innocent seduction. Like she was born to be fucked .

And maybe she was—she’s an Omega. From what Hades has told me, they’re notoriously insatiable. Shadows, I hope that’s true. I want to spend hours, days, years , worshipping this female.

With my mouth still hovering against hers, I push the fabric down her legs and allow my thumbs to discover the truth. “No panties. Just smooth, soft skin.”

Hades emits a low growl, one that has Sera clutching me on a moan, her body seeming to react to his possessiveness. Or maybe it’s just an Alpha talking to his Omega. I don’t know, but the way she rubs against me in response has me feeling like I’m the one benefiting, not him.

“I can smell my wife’s slick,” Hades says, his voice low, purposeful, furious . “I think she wants you to taste her, Maliki.”

“Mmm, the feeling is mutual,” I reply, aware that I’m playing with fire.

He’s probably going to kill me for this, even though he promised he wouldn’t.

So I might as well do exactly what I want and pay the consequences later.

“I’m going to kiss you now, Sera,” I tell her, my words a warning for her—and underlined with meaning for Hades.

Because he asked me to kiss her earlier, saying he wanted to observe her reactions.

Well, I’m going to do just that.

It’s not my fault he didn’t specify where he wanted me to kiss her.

He also told me to make sure she enjoyed this.

So technically, I’m doing exactly what he requested. Just in my own way.

Grabbing Sera’s hips, I lift her from the ground, causing the dress to fall the rest of the way off, then I place her on the bed. “Head on the pillows, mystery,” I tell her. “Legs spread. I want to see your pussy.”

Her widening eyes tell me she’s never heard that word out loud before. But she’s familiar with it.

I’m not sure I want to know how or why she knows that term.

Not that it’s going to matter in a few minutes. Because I’ll be the only male she can think about as soon as I get my mouth on her.

With a slight quiver in her movements, she does as I request and slowly spreads her legs.

“Wider, wife,” Hades says as he walks around the foot of the bed. “If Maliki is going to feast on your cunt, then he needs more room to work.”

Fuck .

He never participates like this.

Never tells my women what to do.

But this isn’t my woman.

This is his woman.

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 is lick .

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 rather like this 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 die is 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 her there . 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.”