Page 113 of Their Lethal Pet
My eyes widen, understanding slowly overtaking my lust-induced mind.
“You’ll be his first,” Reaper whispers like he’s reading my thoughts. “He’s fucked before, but never like this. Same with Orcus.” He kisses a path along my neck, his palm sliding up and down my side. “You’re changing everything for us, Alina.Everything.”
I shiver, my hand squeezing around Flame’s bulbous head. “What about you?” I ask, my head tilting back so I can try to see the man behind me. “Do you have a barb?”
His lips curl. “Only cats have barbs.”
Flame growls against me. “Bigfucking cats.”
“House cats, too,” Reaper tosses back, making Flame growl even more.
But his growl dies when I run my hand back down his length, searching for the barb. Only, I don’t feel it anywhere, causing me to look at him once more. “Where is it?”
“It’ll come out during sex,” he tells me. “And it’s not the same as a cat’s barb. It’s…” He pauses, searching for the right words. “Real jaguars have barbs, but they usually hurt. Shifter Fae jaguars, like me, are not traditional animals. We’re, well, fae. And fae like to fuck. Hence…”
“Hence, his barb is pleasurable,” Reaper drawls. “We’ve already covered that. I believe our pet was asking about my cock now.”
He’s right; I was.
I twist my neck to see him again. “So you don’t have a barb.”
“I do not.”
“A knot?” I guess, but suspect he doesn’t have one of those either. Primarily because only Orcus has been mentioned in combination with the termknot.
“No knot.”
“Okay.” I wait for him to say more, but he doesn’t. “Well then, what do you have?”
“Why don’t you turn around and find out?” he dares me.
A few days ago, I would have hidden.
But today… today I’m feeling bold. Rebellious.Strong.
Like I’m me again, I marvel, giving Flame’s shaft a gentle squeeze before releasing him. Then flip to face a smirking Reaper.
Flame instantly presses himself flush with my back, his cock hard and demanding against my ass. He grabs my hip bone to hold me in place, his lips finding my shoulder and trailing a path up to my neck. “When you’re done playingwith Reaper, I would love to feel your tongue against my piercings.”
I shiver.Oh, fae…
I want to taste Flame.
But I also want to finally feel Reaper.
I can do both,I realize, my blood heating despite all the pleasure I’ve experienced this morning.I don’t have to choose.
“I turned around,” I tell Reaper.
“Yes, you did,” he murmurs. “Now all you have to do isfind out.”
My brow furrows, my brain having trouble processing what he means.
But then I recall what he told me to do—“Turn around and find out.”
My gaze drifts over his chiseled chest and abdomen to his jeans, noting the unfastened top button. But the rest of him is all zipped up, hiding his lower half from view.
I reach for his pants, then dart my eyes back up to his in an attempt to judge his expression. His silver-blue irises give nothing away. But his lips… his lips are still tilted upward in an enticing smile.
