Page 65 of Their Lethal Pet
“You all right, pet?” Reaper asks. I may not be looking at him, but I can definitely hear the smirk in his voice.
“I’m fine,” I mutter back to him.
“Good. Shower’s all yours when you want it,” he says as he saunters by me in nothing but a towel.
I hate that I look.
Hate that he’s tempting me.
Hate that I can’t seem to stop my eyes from trailing a bead of water down his strong back.
This is… I don’t…I clear my throat and spin toward the bed.
Which isn’t a good place to look either because now I’m wondering what all three of these guys would look like sprawled out over the covers.
“Can you all please put some clothes on?” I ask, exasperated.
Reaper chuckles.
Meanwhile, Flame mutters, “I did put clothes on.”
And Orcus just…vibrates.
My shoulders instantly relax at that low rumbling sound, my eyes suddenly heavy.
“Cheater,” Reaper says. But I barely hear him, my focus entirely on that soft, repetitivepurr.
A strong chest meets my back, the bare skin burning through the thin fabric of my shirt. “Just using my gifts,” Orcus murmurs, his voice making me want to melt into his heat.
What is he doing to me?I wonder, drunk on the feel of him.
And hisscent.
So refreshing.
I inhale deeply, reveling in the moment and forgetting whatever we were discussing. It doesn’t matter. Just thatsoothing rumble and the crisp aroma of a morning breeze. Woodsy. Clean. Addicting.
“She’s going to fall asleep standing up,” Reaper says, suddenly in front of me.
I blink at him, startled by his unexpected appearance. Because he literally just materialized out of thin air.
His silver-blue eyes flash, his lips curling seductively at the corners. “Is she going into the famous Omega heat?” he asks, a hint of excitement in his tone. “Does that mean we can fuck before Chicago? Because I am absolutely down for changing up the agenda.”
What?I stare at him, my foggy mind slowly picking through what he just said.Fuckis a powerful word. However, it’sChicagothat captures my interest.
Serapina.
My eyes widen and I try to take a step back, but I’m met with a masculine wall. So I spin to the side and shake my head, needing to clear it. “I need to find a map” stumbles from my lips.
How much time have I wasted?
What day is it?
Can I even leave?
So many questions. Too few answers.
Orcus moves in front of me, blocking my path before I can even try to move. “You don’t need a map, Alina. We know where Chicago is. But getting there may be difficult.”
