Page 163 of Their Lethal Pet
She studies me intently, her gaze going to the hand on my cock while I continue to give myself a few slow, thorough strokes.
“See something you need, little mate?” I ask her.
She hums, her tongue sneaking out to dampen her lower lip. “Soon.”
Her attention returns to Flame as she bends to sort through his garment pile herself. She finds a towel that she quickly adds to her nest, then another shirt. The process is repeated with Reaper’s stack of fabric, her hands pulling out a robe and a pair of jeans.
All of it is carefully folded into the edges of her creation, leaving a large open space in the middle.
After a few more rounds of sifting through clothes and linens, she returns to Flame and extends her hand.
He happily accepts it and allows her to pull him into her nest.
Reaper is next.
Then she faces me. “Alpha.”
“Omega,” I return, my tone reverent. “Are you ready to play in your nest?”
She swallows and nods. “Yes. Scent the nest, then find my sister.”
My brow furrows. “What?”
“Serapina,” she murmurs, her expression shifting from dreamy to confused. “Sera…”
There’s some thought trying to pierce through her Omega fog, one that’s important enough to interrupt her heat.
Reaper sits up, as does Flame, all of us intently focused on our mate.
“Tell me about your sister,” I say, all thoughts of fucking in her nest disappearing in the wake of this reveal.
“She… she left me a note.” She seems to be trying to remember, her estrus having clouded her mind. When Omegas go into heat, they only care about one thing—procreation.
We’ve done that.
Which made building her safe haven her next task.
But it seems her sister is a competing priority.
No. Not just her sister, butfindingher sister.
“What kind of note, Alina?” Reaper asks, his serious side obviously engaged.
Her nose crinkles. “I…” She swallows and shakes her head, almost like she’s trying to clear it.
“Come here,” I tell her, holding out my hand.
She obeys because she’s still on the edges of her estrus, her body moving before her mind can stop her.
The moment she’s close enough, I pull her into my arms and purr, my goal to soothe her enough for her to think.
That way, even if she can’t voice what she wants to say aloud, I can catch her thoughts.
She buries her head against my chest, her body instantly relaxing into my hold while Flame and Reaper watch intently.
They’re obviously trying to discern the same information that I am.
“Tell us about Serapina,” I say softly. “What note did she send you?”
