Page 99 of Their Lethal Pet
They’re just getting stronger.
As evidenced by the growing pile of clothes surrounding the perimeter of the bed.
If it bothers Reaper, he doesn’t show it. He’s joined me the last couple of nights and woken me with orgasms every morning.
Well, almost every morning.
Today, he appears to be missing.
So I go to shower on my own, a little disappointed in our break in routine.
Not that we have a set schedule or anything.
Except, the last handful of days have followed a similar sequence—morning orgasms with Reaper, cupcakes for breakfast, afternoon learning sessions taught by Orcus withsome group meals tossed in, and evening walks with Flame.
It’s been… nice. Exceptional, even.
So where is Reaper?I wonder as I wrap a towel around my midsection. He’s the only one who has slept in the bed with me, probably because I haven’t invited the others to join.
But they also haven’t asked.
If they did, I… I might say yes.
The warmth spreading through my veins is one I finally understand. It’s arousal, but a far more intense version brought on by my no-longer-dormant Omega side.
Yesterday, Orcus finally explained to me what theheatexperience is that Reaper keeps mentioning.
“It’s about procreation. You’ll become insatiable, and it’ll take all three of us to satisfy you,” he told me, his accent somewhat thicker as he spoke the words. “And by the end, you will likely be with child.”
Pregnant, I think now, my palm pressing to my belly.Why doesn’t that scare me?
It should.
I’ve never desired children.
But that was when I thought I would have to raise them in this world or couple with one of the men in my village.
With the fae, I… I don’t know. It doesn’t sound all that bad, being with them.
“Do you want a child?” I asked Orcus yesterday.
“I do,” he answered without hesitation. “But I want a mate more.”
I frowned at him. “What do you mean?”
“I mean, if you don’t want children, or if you’re not ready for children, we won’t rut you. We can satisfy you inother ways.” He smiled then, like he was thinking of those other ways.
But I was too caught up on the wordrut—which he said a few times during our conversation—to focus on those other ways.
I want the fae torutme,I think now.Is that crazy?
I stare at myself in the mirror.
It doesn’t feel very crazy. In fact, it feels like the most natural thing in the world.
Maybe it’s because I’m all hot and bothered from my missed session with Reaper. Maybe it’s just fate.
Maybe I should stop overthinking things and go find that Death Fae,I think, my gaze narrowing in the mirror.
