Page 159 of Their Lethal Pet
My nails bite into the wood as my head falls forward. Flame’s inner jaguar is taking me now, driving us forward into arut.
The word is one I hear echoing in Orcus’s mind.
He fully intends to take me like this, too.
All three of them do.
To breed me.
Fill me with their seed.
Drive me to the depths of oblivion and drown me in their passion.
Fae, I’m… I’m lost. Swimming in the darkness. Reveling in the desires of three men. Floating in my own pool of need.
They’re going to take me in so many ways. Destroy my senses. Repair my ability to breathe, just to cut off my air again.
It’s going to be… a whirlwind of eroticism.
My inner walls clench around Flame, my mind slowly succumbing to my mating heat. That’s the source of the fire inside me, the flames flickering through my veins and the inferno growing in my lower belly.
I’m nearly lost to the sensations.
Utterly engulfed by a sensuous blaze.
Flame’s hands cover mine on the headboard, his lipson my neck. “You’re doing so well, sweetheart,” he says. “Taking everything my jaguar has to give.Fuck, little panther. You feel so damn good. So fucking good.”
I lean into him, the back of my head dropping to his shoulder as he kisses my throat.
He’s not thrusting into me with the same vigorous pace anymore. He’s doing longer, harder strokes that hit me so deep it almost hurts.
Yet it feels so, so good, too.
I can sense his pleasure mounting as well, his own warmth adding to mine and stoking my inner fire that much hotter.
“Touch her clit,” Orcus says.
But it’s not Flame who obeys that command; it’s Reaper. And it’s not his hand I feel, but histongue.
Fae, I don’t even know how he’s doing that, but he’s partially underneath me now as Flame rides me from behind, his hands the only things keeping me connected to the headboard.
My knees shake, my body weakening beneath my pending climax.
Flame must know because he pulls both my hands under one of his against the wood and wraps his other arm around me to keep me against him while he fucks me.
Hard.
Thoroughly.
Perfectly.
His name leaves me on a pant, my mind fracturing beneath a tidal wave of want and need. I want to fall into my heat. But Ineedto feel his barb.
“Please,” I whisper. “Please, Flame.”
His teeth sink into my neck, hard enough to draw blood, and I wonder if it’ll leave a mark. I know the bite against my thigh will absolutely brand me for eternity, butthis… this just feels like a jaguar trying to subdue his mate.
I buck back against him, needing him to give me his barb. To complete us. To properly mate me. Tojoinus. “Flame.”
