Page 112 of Their Lethal Pet
So hard. So muscular. Soenticing.
I squirm, causing a thigh to brush the tender apex between my legs. A moan leaves my mouth, followed by a chuckle from one of my fae.
“Insatiable,” Reaper says, suggesting he’s the one who just chuckled. “Fucking perfect, pet.”
“Fucking perfect indeed,” Flame agrees, his deep voicea rumble against my ear. Because it’s his chest I’m resting on.
No.
Shoulder.
Which is why I feel his dick against my lower belly.
Hard. Insistent. Throbbing.
My hand wanders on instinct, my desire to feel him overtaking my sense of reason.
He’s naked. He’s aroused. And he’s pressed up against me.
This is allowed, right?
His hiss of a reply has me wondering if maybe… maybe it’s not allowed.
But he wraps his hand around mine in the next second, his fingers guiding mine to encircle his pulsing flesh. It’s hot against my palm, his thickness making it difficult for me to fully grasp him.
“Gods, Alina, that feels good,” he says, pushing into my hand.
“I have no idea what I’m doing,” I admit in a whisper. “I’ve never done any of this before.”
“It’s okay, pet.” Reaper’s breath is warm against my nape. “We’ll teach you.”
Flame releases my hand to grab my chin and guides my gaze up to meet his. “Just do whatever comes naturally to you, Alina.”
I swallow and slide my grasp upward to the barbell decorating his shaft. “Did this hurt?”
He chuckles. “Not really, no. But we’ll need to remove it before I fuck you.”
My brow furrows. “Why? Will it hurt me?”
“No, it’ll hurt me,” he says, deepening my frown. “You’re my mate, Alina. I’m going to want to use my barb on you, and I can’t do that with my piercings.”
Piercings,I repeat to myself, my fingers venturing higher to fondle the ring dangling from his head. “What’s a barb?” I ask while touching him.
“It’s… it’s something that’ll connect us during our climaxes” His voice deepens with the words. “It will pulsate inside you, prolonging your ecstasy while I fill you with my seed.”
“It’s for breeding,” Reaper adds. “Just like Orcus’s knot.”
“O-oh.” I… I don’t know what to say to that.
“It’s also for pleasure,” Flame assures me. “My barb is ribbed in a way that intensifies the vibrations.”
I draw my finger over the tip. “So you have to remove the piercings to use it?”
He nods. “Otherwise, the barb will rip through them.”
That doesn’t sound comfortable. “Why did you pierce it if you have to, you know, take it out?” I ask, still playing with the metal ring.
“Because I’ve never had to take it out before,” he tells me. “My barb is for my mate and no one else.”
