Page 38 of Bride of Death (Netherworld Fae #1)

Hades

I can’t decide if 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. Na?ve. 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.

Scents are a powerful tool for Alphas and Omegas. Growls and mewls, too.

Serapina hasn’t mewled once, even after I growled.

And she doesn’t seem to understand the power of her natural aroma.

That haven between her thighs is a fucking beacon, yet she didn’t present herself the way an Omega typically would. Instead, she had to be told to spread her legs.

I watch her face as Maliki presses a kiss to her inner thigh, his intention clear as he begins a path upward.

Part of me expects Serapina to open her eyes right when he meets her core and stare directly at me.

But she doesn’t. Instead, her head falls back on a gasp of shocked delight as he begins to work her with his tongue.

The stark wonder in her features has me reaching for my zipper and adjusting my pants because fuck . That expression makes me want to slide my cock through those pouty lips and fuck her mouth while Maliki devours her cunt.

It’s such an intense need that my balls actually tighten.

I haven’t been with anyone since Persephone.

A lot of outsiders assume I use Maliki as a lover, but that’s not our relationship. I… I just like to watch him perform.

Yet this is different.

The pleasure I feel watching him feast on my wife’s pussy is unlike anything I’ve experienced with him. Perhaps unlike anything I’ve ever experienced.

Memories, though, are finicky. So it’s hard to compare the present to the past, especially in terms of sensations.

Though, I do know this is the most intense interaction I’ve faced in a very long while.

I’m so damn hard that my knot hurts .

However, I need to see this through, to watch my mate—my intended —fall apart.

I thought a kiss would do, but the moment Maliki began exploring the boundaries of my tolerance, I decided to see where this would lead.

Because an orgasm is impossible for an Omega to fake.

“Maliki,” Serapina breathes, her fingers threading through his thick hair again as she holds him to her slickened center. “I… I feel…” Her face is red, the color matching her hard nipples.

I almost want to lean over and take one between my teeth. And bite . Mark her as mine. Ensure Maliki sees it and knows it, too.

But I don’t want to interrupt her pleasure, either.

“Shh,” Maliki hushes her. “Just enjoy the sensations, little mystery. I’ll guide you to where you need to go.”

His palm runs up her inner thigh toward her sex, his finger slipping inside her as he meets my gaze.

My jaw ticks. Only my cock belongs inside my mate .

But the sweet little moan she releases in response has me instantly calming.

Fuck, this is insane.

I should not be letting Maliki do this. She’s mine. My mate. My wife .

However, she’s enjoying his ministrations.

And if there’s anyone I can trust with my soulmate, it’s my best friend.

I force myself to take another sip of bloodpagne, my mind barely registering that I’ve almost finished the glass.

All I can see is Maliki’s tongue as he swirls it around my mate’s clit.

All I can hear is her responding whimpers.

All I can taste is slick-scented air.

I adjust myself again and set my glass to the side.

Then I try to focus on Serapina’s beautiful heart-shaped face again. So unlike Persephone’s oval-shaped one. Even their lips are different.

Yet I sense my soul’s mate inside this stunning human.

It’s a conundrum I don’t understand, and it has me wondering if this… is wrong.

Can I lust for a woman that is so very different from my mate? Or is it allowed since she’s a reincarnated version of my true mate?

Are they one and the same?

I fist my hands at my sides.

There’s still a small sliver of hope inside me that this female is lying, that Persephone has been there all along.

But as she clutches at Maliki and bows up off the bed, that sliver melts away.

My lips part in awe at the display before me, the way Serapina’s back arches, presenting her tits. The way she moans another man’s name. The way she shakes, like she’s lost all control.

And the way her eyes… remain closed .

That’s the action that tells me everything I need to know.

Persephone always loved to see the stars when she climaxed. As a result, her eyes… were always open.

I swallow, my chest suddenly tight.

Her soul is here. I sense it. Feel it. Know it .

But this woman, this human… isn’t my Persephone .

She possesses my mate’s soul.

However, Serapina isn’t my mate.

She’s not my wife.

She’s not mine .

Which is a serious fucking problem.

Because that orgasm she just experienced rippled through my Alpha senses like a fucking beacon. And it had nothing to do with me being in the room beside her.

I would have felt that pull from twenty realms away.

An Omega has just come into her prime .

It’s a notorious call, one I haven’t felt in over two thousand years.

And every Mythos Fae Alpha in existence just sensed it, too.

“We’re about to have company,” I say to Maliki, rolling out of bed.

He must sense the urgency in my tone because he pulls his mouth away from Serapina’s pussy and looks at me. “What kind of company?” he asks, his tone as serious as ever despite my soulmate’s slick dripping from his chin.

I hold his gaze, my jaw tightening. “ Alpha company.”

And my wards are not built to handle their style of aggression.

Which means we only have one choice.

We need to run .

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