Page 119 of Bride of Death
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 toplease 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 fuckingdelicious.”
I’ve never had amurberrybefore, 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 herGodis 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.
