Page 116 of Their Lethal Pet
I run my thumb along his throbbing shaft, tracing one of the thick veins while I torture the tip with my tongue.
Then I suck him down again.
He curses.
His grip tightens.
His muscles strain.
And so I do it again.
Teasing him. Laving him. Sucking him. Swallowing around the head.
I even pause to trace my name with my tongue, just like he requested earlier.
Then I return to my task, all while Flame is whispering praise into my ear, his palm never leaving my nape.
Reaper is panting, his jaw clenching as his grip tightens even more in my hair. It almost hurts. But I like it. I like it because it shows me how close he is to losing control.
“Don’t stop,” he tells me. “Don’t fucking stop.”
I obey, but I love knowing that I technically don’t have to, that I could pull away whenever I wanted to and leave him in this tormented state.
However, I don’t want to do that to him.
I want to make him fall apart.
I want to give him pleasure like he’s given me.
“That’s it. Fuck, yeah, just like that.” He pumps up into my mouth, forcing me to take more of him. “Gods, I hope you can swallow, pet…”
“Take a breath,” Flame murmurs against my ear. “You’re going to need it.”
I follow his advice, and am glad I did. Because in the next instant, Reaper growls and something hot hits theback of my throat. I swallow on instinct, my stomach tightening with desire.
I’ve never tasted anything like this.
It’s salty and smoky and tinged with my sweetness.
And so, so good…
My throat works around him, taking every drop as I absorb Reaper into my very soul.He’s mine. My Death Fae. My mate.
It’s a foreign concept.
A strange sort of understanding.
But I know deep down that he’s my destiny.
By the time he’s done, I’m dizzy with the need to breathe, yet I can’t stop hoping for more of that delicious flavor. This sense ofpurpose.
Reaper says my name.
Flame does as well.
But I don’t stop. Not right away.Not yet.
I suck him down one more time, then twirl my tongue around the tip before pouncing on Flame. Because I need to know if he’s the same. I need to feel connected to him, too. I need his soul to brush mine, to ground me in this moment for eternity.
