Page 117 of Their Lethal Pet
He catches my hips as I slide on top of him, amusement curling his lips. “Ready to play, little panther?”
“Yes,” I say, bending to kiss him with a renewed ferocity.
My blood is on fire.
My body damp.
My coreclenchingwith desire.
I need these fae. These men.My mates.
Everything is moving so quickly, my world spinning with passion andwant.
I can’t stop it. I don’t want to stop it. I embrace it.
Flame’s body is hard beneath my tongue, his muscularplanes similar to Reaper’s yet somehow more pronounced. Maybe it’s his sleek shifter form, or maybe he’s just a little bulkier than the Death Fae.
I don’t care. I adore both of them equally.
And they’re both mine,I realize, dizzy all over again.How do I have two mates?
No.
Not two.
Three…
I’m missing my fresh air. Yet his cologne is still here, swirling around me, taunting my inner spirit, telling me I’m his, too.
My refreshing mountain hike,I think, feeling at ease and needy at the same time.
Flame curses as I draw my teeth against his throbbing flesh, his palm finding my nape again as he holds me in place. “Tongue the ring,” he begs me. “Explore it, little panther. And, fuck me, use your teeth again. Yeah, sweetling. Just like that.”
I suck on the metal, then draw my touch down to the bar and lick the tip of it against the underside of his shaft. I’m about to tug on it with my teeth when I feel Reaper behind me, his palms skimming up my inner thighs to widen my stance.
“I want to see how wet this makes you, pet,” he tells me as he repositions my lower body over his face. “Sit.”
The command sends a spike of lust up my spine and forces my body to obey.
Fae…I’m straddling his face.
My sex is against his mouth.
His tongue is prodding my entrance. His fingers, too.
I’m going to suffocate him,I think, trying to move.
But a slap to my ass has me pressing down into his face in response.
“He can breathe,” Flame says, his voice strained. “And if he can’t, he’ll happily die between those thighs. Now focus on sucking my cock, Alina.”
Oh, fae…Between Flame’s demand and Reaper’s tongue, I’m a shaking mess.
I’m not even sure I can climax again.
But the heat brewing inside me suggests I might be able to. Especially if Reaper keeps doingthat.
I swallow, the action reminding me of the metal against my lips. I’m not even sure how to begin navigating this for Flame, but I’m excited by the challenge.
