Page 157 of Their Lethal Pet
But once I remove these piercings, he’ll pounce.
And then I’ll be in for the ride of my life.
Because Reaper is going to join him.
I can feel the intention radiating from my Death Fae mate as he goes to his knees behind me, his heat blanketing my back as he leans down to kiss my shoulder.
“Free his barb, pet,” he says, a hint of a demand in his voice. “Then I want you to take him inside that sweet pussy while I fuck your ass.”
I shudder, my thighs clenching in response.
Focus on Flame, little one,Orcus whispers into my mind.I want you to remember fucking him for the first time.
I swallow, my neck twisting as I meet his gaze. He’s still standing by the bed, almost like he’s guarding us while we play.You’re holding back my heat.
Not exactly,he says, his eyes flashing crimson at me.It’s more that I haven’t issued my mating call yet. When I do, you’ll fall into the full throes of your estrus.
And if you don’t?I wonder.
Then what’s happening now will continue until your body overtakes your mind,he tells me.Which will be very soon, Alina. So concentrate on Flame’s cock. You need to feel his barb. And he needs you to feel it, too.
Fae, he’s right.
This moment, this bonding, this final step, meanseverything. It’s not just about us but about his jaguar, too. All that pent-up animalistic aggression needs an outlet.
And I’m that outlet.
I straddle his thick thighs, my hand once again on his base. Flame watches me from beneath hooded eyes as I bend to place a kiss against the weeping head. His arousal mingles with mine, tempting me into a lick that turns into an open-mouthed embrace.
A curse leaves him on a growl, his hands clenching the sheets at his sides.
But it’s Reaper that fists my hair to push me down, forcing me to take Flame into the back of my throat. When I try to pull back up, he doesn’t let me, his mouth suddenly at my ear again.
“You keep making him wait,” Reaper says darkly. “So now you have to wait to breathe.”
I squirm, something about that comment awakening a depraved need inside me.
“It hurts, doesn’t it?” he continues. “Wanting something with your whole body and being unable to achieve it. That’s how Flame feels right now. How he’s felt since the moment he laid eyes on you. How we’ve all felt.”
He slowly guides me back until I’m able to inhale, then roughly pushes me back down again.
Being connected to his mind tells me he’s not trying to hurt me, but attempting to test my limits, to see what I like and don’t like.
And, apparently, I likebreath play—a term I learn from his mind—because his manhandling is making me burn even hotter inside.
He gently pulls me off of Flame, this time allowing him to completely fall free from my mouth. Then he kisses me hungrily and palms my cheek.
“No more teasing, pet. Free his barb,” he tells me again. “Now.”
Reaper guides my attention back to Flame, his hand shifting from my face to my nape before moving down to my hip, all while he remains behind me.
The whole interaction leaves me panting, and the sight of Flame’s straining cock has my thighs flooding withwant.
It’s intense.
Overwhelming.
A pang inside that makes me borderline impatient.
