Page 123 of Bride of Death
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 becausefuck. 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’veeverexperienced.
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 knothurts.
However, I need to see this through, to watch my mate—myintended—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. Onlymy cockbelongs insidemy 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’senjoyinghis ministrations.
And if there’s anyone I can trust with my soulmate, it’s my best friend.
