Page 140 of Their Lethal Pet
“Orcus,” I hiss when he nips me again, his tongue quickly soothing the sting.
He chuckles, the sound a vibration I feel between my thighs. Then I realize it wasn’t a chuckle but a respondinggrowl.
“Ohh,” I moan, writhing beneath him as the rumble echoes through my fevered form. My sex practically weeps for him, my insides clenching with need. “Whatis that?” I ask, breathing heavily as the reverberations drive me mad withwant.
“A mating growl.” That thrumming sound underlines his words.
I nearly whine, the vibrations almost too much. Yet they’re not enough either. I need more. I needhim. I need?—
A gasp escapes me as he sinks his teeth into my breast once more, this time breaking the skin. Stars burst behind my eyes, blackening my vision as pleasure unlike anything I’ve ever experienced rolls through my being.
It’s not an orgasm.
It’s something else entirely.
An awakening.
My soul…rejoicing.
Orcus’s tongue is suddenly in my mouth, the taste of my own blood acting as an aphrodisiac as hekisses me to completion, helping me through the rapturous waves assaulting my being.
I grab a fistful of his long hair, holding him to me as I return the embrace, my tongue dueling his in a passionate battle fueled by my need to claim him in kind.
I don’t think; I act, biting down and drawing blood from histongue.
He growls.
I growl back.
And our bodies intertwine in a new dance, this one more feral in nature as he spins us. His wings flatten against the ground, creating a feather bed as I straddle his hips. He’s so hard against me. Sohot. I dig my nails into his chest and sit up to press myself even more against him. It feels right. Perfect. Like our bodies were made for this.
Like I was made for him,I marvel, realizing how right Orcus was when he said that.
I grind down on top of him while energy swirls around me, my skin suddenly shimmering despite the darkness.
“Fuck me,” Orcus breathes. And I’m not sure if that’s a demand or a reaction to what’s happening to me. Maybe both.
His hands are on my hips, his grip borderline bruising. But I don’t care. Because I can take it. I feel… invincible. Unbreakable in a way I can’t even describe. I just know… I’m no longer human.
I’m an Omega.
And I’m your Alpha,a voice answers in my head. Masculine. Deep. Accented.
Because it’s Orcus.
He’s in my thoughts and I’m in his. Thousands of years of history are suddenly at my fingertips, making me dizzy.
His longing. His search. His loneliness. Hisdetermination. His hope. Hislove. It all washes over me in a tidal wave of confusing emotions, drowning me in Orcus’s mind, in his very being.
I shudder, collapsing on top of him, only to be caught up by his mouth again, his hands suddenly on my face.
He’s spun us once more, putting me on my back as I absorb our bond, our connection, ourfuture.
Lips brush my skin. My breasts. My lower belly. Then I feel his tongue between my thighs, circling my clit and sending shock waves through mysoul.
He’s pleasuring me. Mastering me. Possessing me. Yet underneath it all, I hear his restraint, hear him acknowledging my wants and needs while putting my comfort first.
He’s a good Alpha. A goodman.
