Page 127 of Their Lethal Pet
Mind-blowing.
And Alina is going to love it.
There’s just one part that concerns me—her stance on children. While she seems to consider it a pleasant prospect, it lacked the excitement I’m used to hearing in a fae’s voice when speaking about faelings.
Granted, she wasn’t born a fae; she’s human.
Which is why I need her to understand what’s going to happen during her heat. Orcus has explained it as well, but her consent—herwillingness—is vital.
Moving too fast could push her away, and I would never forgive myself if that happened.
She’s our mate. Our world. Our destiny.
She needs to know that we won’t force her to do anything that she’s not one hundred percent comfortable with doing. Her consent before her heat is imperative. Because once she loses herself to the need to procreate, she won’t be of sound mind to make decisions for herself.
It’ll be up to us—her mates—to ensure her wishes arerespected.
“When you go into heat, your body is going to lead your every instinct,” I tell her softly. While I might not be a Mythos Fae, I am familiar with Shifter Fae heats. And from what Orcus has said, the process is very similar for the Omegas of his kind.
“Meaning?”
“Meaning your mind won’t be in control,” I explain. “You’ll be consumed by the need to fuck. And you’re going to beg us to fill you with our seed. To breed you. To create a life together.”
It’ll be an innate need that she hopefully won’t regret after it happens.
Unless the mortal part of her—the one staring incredulously at me right now—reacts otherwise.
“I realize it’s a lot,” I whisper, my fingers combing through her damp strands. “We’re trying to ease you into it.”
“I know,” she says, her voice equally soft. “Thank you.”
My mouth curls. “Don’t thank me for doing the right thing, sweetheart. Your comfort will always come first. No matter what.” I press a kiss to her lips, my smile growing as I hear her stomach rumble with a need to eat. “And speaking of comfort, it’s time for lunch.”
Alina doesn’t protest as I pull her out of the tub and wrap her up in a fluffy towel. She’s still a little dazed from our conversation, or perhaps her dreamy state is from the multitude of orgasms she’s had today. Regardless, it’s cute.
I comb her hair again—because I want to.
Then find a robe for her to wear. It’s too big and hits her at midcalf, but she’s comfortable and that’s all I really care about.
I grab one for myself as well—the fabric not nearly as oversized on my taller frame—and guide her out into the suite to where Orcus and Reaper aredeep in discussion.
They pause when we enter, Orcus’s gaze instantly going to Alina. His hard expression melts almost immediately, his dark eyes flickering with glimmers of red as the Alpha inside him admires his chosen Omega.
“You look pleased,” he murmurs, devotion underlining those three words. “Like a queen.”
“Because she’s fucking magnificent,” Reaper says, winking at her. “Which reminds me…” He vanishes into the kitchen and returns with a tray. “Six cupcakes for six glorious orgasms.” He presses a kiss to her cheek. “Such a good pet.”
Her cheeks pinken.
But rather than comment, she plucks a cupcake from the tray and peels off the wrapper to begin eating it.
“Six?” Orcus echoes, sounding impressed.
“She had four,” Reaper amends. “We had one each. That’s six.”
Alina’s face is bright red now.
I just shake my head with a laugh and kiss her opposite cheek. “Just safeword him if he starts to bother you,” I tell her, making her eyes widen.
