Page 85 of Their Lethal Pet
I freeze. “Reaper?”
A palm finds my hip, a hot chest suddenly meeting my back. “Yes, pet?”
Oh, fae.I didn’t realize he was in here with me. “I thought you were out in the living area.”
He grunts softly, his thumb drawing a lazy circleagainst my shirt. “After being invited to sleep in here with you? Like there was ever a choice.”
“I… I didn’t invite…” I trail off, recalling our conversation before my walk with Flame last night.
I told Reaper he could sleep in here.
He asked if I was sure, and I had an inkling then that he was asking me something else. Something nefarious.
Yet I told him I was sure anyway.
So now… now he’s in bed with me.
And from what I can feel, he’s not wearing a lot of clothes, either.
“Do you want me to go?” he asks softly, his lips near the back of my neck.
I swallow, unable to answer.
Because I don’t know what I want anymore.
But I like the way his breath feels against my nape. And I really like how hard he feels against my back.
His fingertips flutter down my thigh to the edge of my shirt. “Or maybe you would like my help?” he offers, his touch causing goose bumps to pebble along my arms and legs.
He pauses, like he’s waiting for me to stop him.
When I don’t, he starts to venture up under the fabric, the heat of his fingers a brand against my bare skin.
“Alina,” he exhales, his mouth almost touching my neck. He shifts a little to run his nose along my throat, hovering over my throbbing pulse. “Is your heart racing out of fear or arousal?”
I swallow again, my thighs tensing. “Both,” I admit.
“Hmm,” he hums, placing a gentle kiss against my sensitive skin. “An intoxicating combination with your strawberry sweetness.”
I’m not sure what that means.
And in the next instant, I’m too distracted to care.
Becausehis knuckles just brushed my damp sex.
“No panties?” he says, his voice deepening with the words. “Fuck, pet. That just makes me want to reward you more.”
Reward? I repeat to myself as his knuckles whisper across my sensitive flesh once more.
“You’re so wet,” he groans, his mouth against my neck. “What were you thinking about, naughty girl?” He nibbles my pulse as his touch ventures higher to my recently waxed mound.
That had been part of my grooming preparations for Monsters Night. I hadn’t understood it at the time. But with how sensitive everything is now, I’m starting to see the benefit of being bare down there.
“Talk to me, Alina.” His words are a hot kiss to my senses. “I want consent before I touch you.”
You’re already touching me,I want to point out.
But I don’t.
