Page 133 of Their Lethal Pet
I blink.What?
My stomach twists again while Orcus says something I don’t quite hear.
Flame’s jaguar growls, the feral sound one that inspires excitement within me, not fear.
But Orcus’s wing cuts off my view of Flame, his accented voice drawing my focus to his lips. “This is my game to win,” he tells Flame.
If the Shifter Fae replies, I don’t catch his response. I’m too focused on Orcus’s intense jawline to hear him.
Game. Game. Game.
Run. Run. Run.
The words play through my mind, overshadowing whatever Orcus says next. I just see his mouth moving. His bottom lip is swollen from my bite, the sight hypnotic. I want to lick him. But I also want to make him work for it.
Such a strange urge.
But it’s driven by that voice in my head, the one saying,Run. Hide. Make them hunt.
I shiver.
The impulse rolls over me,throughme, heating my veins and causing me to take a step backward.
Orcus’s nostrils flare, his gaze capturing and holding mine. “I’ll give you a head start, little one,” he tells me, his voice low and seductive. “Hide well. Make me work for it. Or I’ll take you against a fucking tree.”
My thighs clench at the visual his words paint in my head.Orcus hoisting me in the air, his hips pinning mine, his wings flared out behind him as he drives into me. Over and over again. Making me scream.Knottingme.
It’s so vivid, so specific, that I’m frozen in place before him.
Because I have no idea where these urges are coming from.
Except… that’s not true. I do know.My soul. My inner Omega.
Is it true? Am I really… a Mythos Fae?
It shouldn’t be possible. It sounds insane. And yet, I can feel the truth of it in my core. The very knowledge that’s driving me to know what to do next. The voice telling me torun.
On an intellectual level, I understand what’s happening to me, whatwillhappen once I’m caught.
Orcus will claim me.
Then Reaper and Flame will claim me, too.
All three of my fae.
And my heat will consume me.
Render me incapable of making sound decisions, just like Flame and Orcus have warned me it would do. I’ll have to trust them to see me through it, to take care of me, to ensure my wishes are respected and met.
It’s impossible for me to truly know what I want, especially with all the chaos boiling inside me. But I do know what I desire.These fae. These mates. A future with them.
If that includes a faeling… then yes, I want that.
A little miracle, I think.
No, I don’t just want that. Ineedthat.
Why do I keep fighting this? Who cares if it’s moving fast? This is the right path for me. Theonlypath.
