Page 55 of Their Lethal Pet
Neither he nor Reaper comments on my statement regarding Alina’s emotional state, so I shift focus to my othernews. “They’re bringing up some outfits for all of us since we didn’t exactly pack for an extended stay.”
“Is it going to be a bunch of Regency Era bullshit?” Reaper asks.
I shrug. “I don’t know. And I don’t care. I’ll wear my fur if I have to.”
Reaper grunts.
Orcus just leans forward, his fingers steepling together on the mostly empty table—apparently, they cleaned up while I was helping Alina.
“She’s an Omega,” he says, his tone filled with awe despite him stating the obvious. “But she’s human.”
That last part explains his amazement.
Because Mythos Fae are immortals. They’re Gods, not humans.
“You’re absolutely certain she’s an Omega?” I ask him.
“I sense it in her soul,” he tells me. “But I guess I won’t be certain until I breed her.”
“Oh, let’s add that to our agenda,” Reaper suggests eagerly. “Chicago pizza and breeding our pet. Yes. Excellent vacation.”
Orcus cuts him a look that would wither most fae.
But Reaper merely smiles. “Tell me you wouldn’t enjoy everything I just said, and I’ll shut up.”
The Alpha’s jaw clenches, his lips flattening into an ominous line. However, he doesn’t comment. Because he can’t. He would relish in everything Reaper just mentioned.
And so would I, I think, glancing at the closed bedroom door.
The three of us are not new to sharing women with one another. Although, it’s never been quite like this. And it’s always been a two-on-one situation, not a three-on-one.
Will Alina even like that?I wonder.Will she want any of us at all?
Orcus could play his Alpha card, saying she’s one of his kind and therefore his mate. However, he hasn’t given any indication of his intention to do that.
My inner beast could attempt to do the same. All it would take is a single bite to make her mine.
Yet I don’t feel the possessive need to keep her to myself. If anything, I like that she might have all three of us. It would ensure her protection for eternity.
Assuming she has the capability of becoming immortal,I realize, frowning. “I don’t understand how she has an Omega soul as a human. That can’t be a genetic manipulation, right?”
“Are you suggesting her scent has been altered?” Orcus asks, his tone interested rather than irritated.
“Maybe,” I admit. “I don’t know. It just seems strange that she can have the soul of a fae without actually being one.”
“And not just any fae, but a godly fae,” Reaper adds, his playful demeanor having disappeared behind a mask of seriousness. To others, his abrupt emotional shifts might feel like whiplash. But I’m used to Reaper’s mercurial nature.
“I won’t know until I knot her,” Orcus says.
“Bringing us beautifully back to my agenda-planning discussion,” Reaper murmurs, his eyes lighting up in excitement. “First, we handle the political bullshit. Then, we’ll go to Chicago for pizza and to please our pet. And afterward… we fuck.”
“She’s not a pet, Reaper,” Orcus tells him. “She’s a potential mate.”
The Death Fae blinks at him. “Yes, that’s what I said.”
“No, you keep calling her apet.”
Reaper arches a brow. “Yes, and…?”
