Page 106 of Their Lethal Pet
“Reaper,” she whispers. “Flame.”
He chuckles, drawing my gaze down to where he’s just licked her clit.
Alina strains against the bindings as he does it again, another delicious sound leaving her beautiful mouth. My dick throbs in response to Flame dragging his tongue down her slick folds and back up to her sensitive little nub, his slow movements drawn out with purpose.
He’s fucking licking her like a bowl of cream.
Strawberry cream, I think, groaning at the sight. I can’t wait to fucking taste her like that.
“Ohhh,” Alina moans, her gorgeous figure straining as Flame devours her pussy.
I smile, enjoying the show of hedonistic passion. “He’s going to make you come so hard, darling. So fucking hard.” I trace my finger around her damp nipple, loving the way the pink has turned red from Flame’s mouth. “And then I’m going to make you come again.”
Alina visibly reacts to both my words and Flame’s tongue, her skin pebbling with goose bumps.
I lean down to lave her stiff peak, then sink my teeth into her flesh.
Not hard enough to make her bleed, but hard enough for her to yelp.
A blade forms in my shadows, my bite inspiring a hint of bloodlust. I won’t hurt her. But I will make things a little more interesting.
I flip my hand, allowing the dagger to slip into my palm, then show Alina the knife. “This is about trust,” I inform her softly. “About introducing you to our desires while provoking deep-seated needs of your own.”
I go back onto my elbow beside her, the weapon still in my grip as I lightly drag the tip along her arm and up to her bound wrists.
“You know your safeword,” I remind her as her nostrils flare, her chest rising and falling as her eyes track my movements.
The conflict in her features has my groin tightening in response. She’s afraid of what I’m going to do, yet utterly lost to the sensations Flame is provoking between her splayed thighs.
“Just relax and feel,” I tell her again. “The hint of fear only heightens the experience. It sharpens the senses, makes you experience every second of pleasure and potential pain.”
She swallows, her pulse racing so hard that I can practically see the throbbing point in her neck. “Reap—” She gasps, her eyes flicking down to where Flame is watching her, his dark eyes demanding her attention.
“I’m the one between your legs, sweetling,” he says. “If you want to come, you’ll say my name. Otherwise…” He nips her, drawing another gasp from our pet.
“Flame…” She’s practically panting now, confirming that slight hints of pain definitely do it for her.
“Flame what?” he taunts her. “What do you want me to do, little panther? Tell me.”
I hum in approval and continue to drag the tip of my blade up and down her arm while I watch her fight for her words.
She’s so worked up that she looks ready to scream in both pleasure and frustration.
It’s an intoxicating sight.
A state I’d like her to stay in for just a little longer.
Because once she tips over the edge into oblivion, she’s going to experience the most mind-blowing pleasure of her life.
“I… I need your fingers…” she manages to say. “Please, Flame. Your mouth. Your… youreverything.”
“Mmm, don’t tempt me too much,” he replies softly. “I don’t think you’re ready for my barb just yet.”
Alina’s pupils dilate, the term one that seems to intrigue her.
But before she can ask about it, Flame returns to his task and her eyes roll into the back of her head.
My ethereal strands warm as she tries to move again, my binds holding her in place so she can’t grab Flame or accidentally jolt beneath my blade.
