"Then you're in luck," Seraphim grinned. "We won't do that, not even when we're dying. We'll still take care of you properly. It's our Alphas forcing us to our knees for you. It's my Alpha wanting the best for you."
"Lies."
"I was dying, I still took care of you." He stuck out his tongue, and her body grew hotter. "How many times did you cum—"
"You weren't dying," she snapped.
"Oh, but I was." He raised his arm and pointed to the creamy flesh. "This poison? It was new, and that was why Dante was afraid. But my Alpha will always prioritise your pleasure even in emergencies. And my pack will make sure you're satisfied."
"No way, you'll all fuck me raw, dry and burning."
"I realise guiding works better when the guides feel good too," Seraphim grinned. "Besides, the boys took care of you when you were in Heat, you should have first-hand experience of their prowess."
"How would you know?" Rue spat out.
"I was there," Seraphim said, "emotionally I suppose. We can connect on our mating bond. They were begging for help. And we helped them so that they'd last."
"What the fuck." Rue scowled, a scoff slipping free.
"We don't share visions, but we share feelings, emotions and pleasure. And I know them well enough to know that you were taken care of."
"That's fucking nasty," Rue pointed out, then tried to change the subject. "Drop it, I don't want to hear about how you wanked off to your mates fucking me like some voodoo flesh light sex toy."
"I merely felt the pleasure of their souls, it's a very different sensation to actually making love to you," Seraphim stated simply. And Rue tried to ignore his choice of words. Love. Making love. Had he gone crazy? "And I take dicks up my ass. I know sex. I know shit sex. I know bad guiding sex. You won't have that with us, they're trained."
"You mean your mates used to suck at sex?"
"They have to start somewhere," Seraphim chuckled, smiling like she was stupid and he was in love. Rue flushed and felt the grasp of her control slipping. "I can vouch for their skills, they're perceptive now. But five years ago? No."
"Tell me about it."
"Dante, his first time with me burned. I believed my intestines to be tangled with his penis. He didn't care to take care of my erection, he just wanted to cum. I zoned out, his electricity hurt me."
"Sounds like him."
"Not anymore. Dante knows to prioritise his partner; he knows to keep it in." Seraphim continued. "Levi can be insecure. He dissociates and clamps up like a brick. He lingers in his head."
This had her brow raising. "Truly?"
"Yes. And don't let Kieran fool you, he's no expert. He's all talk. He couldn't touch his soulmates; he was too nervous. He cums fast when he's scared and when he knows the sex must be good. It frightens him when he cares for his partner. He'd bottom if he could. But light is always on top, so he plays tricks, he pretends, he acts."
"Because he's scared?"
"Because his Alpha wants to dominate the rest of us."
"I knew that." Rue shrugged.
"Does it please you to know that we don't have control when we're around you? That we reveal our secrets?" Seraphim's smile was gentle, too soft, too inviting. "Then maybe I'll throw you another bone so that you won't ever be afraid of guiding me, one that the others don't know of."
"Seraphim," Rue squinted at him, and waved a dismissive hand. "Go back to your mission."
"I think you know this. I think you must have seen it in your research. People don't survive a Poseidon's cum, why do you think you did?"
"You're just weakened from—"
"From Rampage?" Seraphim chuckled, laughter spilling from him. "Others die, others vanish into dust. You survived. My mates struggled, they melted too. Levi can't touch me when I'm boiling like that when the poison froths with my water, when my Rampage grows so wild I start to bubble. But you can."
"You've confessed once," Rue told him. "I get it. Don't embarrass yourself again. I know I'm strong as fuck, and you like me—"
But Seraphim persisted with a glare. "In my culture, on my planet, with my people, who do you think should survive a poseidon's strongest poison? Rue, I'm completely yours. My body will never hurt you. This isn't a crush, a little adoration from the heart. This is far greater than that."
Rue went quiet then, staring at him with a blank mind. What the fuck was he getting at?
"A true mate is when an alien is completely compatible. 100% completely equal, every cell, every strand of DNA, every part of me. My existence lives as your biological mate. I am human when I'm with you." Seraphim seemed bashful then, a flush on his cheeks. "I orgasm with you, I can't with anyone else, you need to understand this. I can't cum with my soulmates."
"Human," Rue echoed, turned her eyes to him, and levied a heavy stare. "You know my mom's human right?"
"I suppose my body needed to become like that for you."
"Urgh," Rue scowled, but her heart was racing. "Get to the point."
"My people won't care if you're Omega or not. They won't wait to hear what I have to say about the future, about the waters if they know the truth," Seraphim answered her with a pretty little smile. "The truth is once you made me cum, survived my cum, I was already yours."
"What about your mates—"
"My mates are too strong, but still, my body hurts them. They're my soulmates but they struggle. You don't. My deadliest poison is like water to you. Do you understand the implications of that?"
"You're pulling my leg," Rue growled. "How the fuck do Poseidons make babies then if you're pissing acid?"
"We make eggs, eggs created from our mates' cum. They won't have to touch us this way. And for two Alpha true mates, there's some mixing involved, some touching, some egg-laying. You've pulled them out of me, you should know."
"Damn aliens," Rue groaned, tried to ignore his words, tried to ignore the connections he was trying to make. "Do you even need an Omega? Do you even have a mother?"
"Just a bit of genetic material is enough for me to create a lifetime of eggs," Seraphim beamed. "It can last for months, even years."
"God, that's fucking crazy," her expression paled. "Is that why you fucking drank my slick—"
"I can't do that, it wouldn't be enough for my body, Rue." Seraphim shook his head. "It wants more than that, it doesn't want to receive, it wants to give." Seraphim sucked on his lower lip, eyes so dark it had her heart pounding, but not in fear.
"Seraphim—"
"You might be the only person I can naturally procreate with, the only Omega I can impregnate directly." He exhaled, pupils shivering, nervous. "Which means it doesn't matter if I don't see you in my waters. It doesn't fucking matter. We're meant to be. In my culture and on my planet, I'm already your husband and you are already my wife." His expression darkened then. "And as your husband, I'd never do anything without your consent, for my Alpha will always prioritise your needs and your pleasure."
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