Page 100 of Their Lethal Pet
Why should he be the one who gets to start our morning fun? And why hasn’t he asked me to touch him back yet?
I run my fingers through my damp hair and step into the bedroom, determined to find the man on my mind and demand some answers.
But when I reach the living area, all I see is Flame in his jaguar form.
He’s lounging on the foyer marble, his big head having lifted when I entered. His green eyes blink at me. And I blink back.
“Where’s Reaper?” I ask him.
He stands and stretches, his sleek form displaying all those impressive muscles. Then he prowls toward me, still in cat form.
I watch him, waiting for him to shift, but he doesn’t. Instead, he comes right up to me and rubs himself against my leg.
My fingers automatically find his soft fur, my lips quirking up at the sides.
“Good morning to you, too,” I say as he nudges meback into the bedroom. “Are you going to cuddle me instead of Reaper?”
It’s not exactly what I was looking for, but I wouldn’t mind curling up in bed with Flame’s jaguar. He’s so soft and warm and powerful. That last part is very evident as he guides me toward the bed and practically knocks me down onto the mattress.
A gasp leaves me as I land unceremoniously on my ass, his big body crowding mine.
“What are you doing?” I breathe as I scramble backward onto the bed, a soft laugh catching in my throat. Because his jaguar is clearly feeling playful.
Except, as he climbs onto the bed, there’s nothing playful at all in his eyes.
Especially not as his snout disappears under my towel to touch the apex between my thighs.
My mouth drops open, stunned.
Only to be even more surprised as the massive jaguar starts crawling up my body and begins shifting into a man.
Flame.
By the time his snout would have reached my face, he’s fully changed into his human form.
Andverynaked on top of me. “Hello, little panther,” he murmurs, a purr underlining his voice as he draws his nose along my cheek. “You’re smelling particularly sweet this morning.”
I shiver, my thighs clenching around his in response to his sensual rumble. It’s different from Orcus’s, which always seems to relax me.
Flame’s purr can be soothing, too. But as I’m learning right now, it can also be extremely sexual.
His lips ghost across my jaw, his movements hypnotic and new. He’s only kissed me on the cheeks a few times,the chaste touch nothing compared to the seductive predator on top of me.
“Reaper and Orcus are talking with the Emissary,” he tells me softly. “It seems Orcus might finally meet the elusive Queen today.”
I still. “She’s ready to meet?”
Flame nods, his mouth going to my neck. “That’s the working theory, yes.” He nibbles my pulse. “We might get some answers today. But until then… I vote that we play.”
“Shouldn’t you be there with them?” I ask, confused as to why Orcus and Reaper left him behind. I’m not surprised that I’m not on the invitation list; I’m a human.
Or sort of a human, anyway,I think, still confused by this “Omega soul” that’s taking over my life.
“Reaper and I drew blades, and I won.” Pride colors Flame’s tone, his lips curling against my neck. “So I chose to be here with you while they handle the political bullshit.”
“Drew blades?” I repeat, not understanding what he meant by that.
“It’s a game we play—whoever draws a sharp toy the fastest wins.” He goes to his elbows on either side of my head. “I partially shifted my hand while he conjured a dagger. It was almost a tie, but Orcus declared me the winner.”
