Page 151 of Their Lethal Pet
CHAPTER THIRTY-THREE
FLAME
WatchingReaper carve thatRinto Alina’s skin has my inner jaguar pacing inside. He’s not upset. He’s excited.
Because my animal knows I’m next.
The beautiful, naked canvas before me is my playground.
I can bite her wherever I choose and mark her for eternity.
Orcus chose her breast.
Reaper chose her pussy—or the area right above it, anyway.
And I… I’m going to choose… soon.
“Alina Everheart,” Reaper says, his focus entirely on our mate. “I, Reaper of the Death Fae, choose you as my soul’s mate. I vow to worship your mind and body, protect your heart and soul, and marry my spirit to yours for eternity. You are mine and I am yours. Until death do we prosper.”
He presses his bloody palm to her hip, causing a shudder to roll through them both.
There are no words for Alina to say during theceremony. It’s all about her soul’s acceptance of Reaper’s vow. And from what I can tell, the process has already begun.
She squeezes my hand, then reaches for Reaper with her opposite palm. He’s there in the next breath, his lips crashing down on hers as energy hums all around them.
Orcus growls, the sound one of intense approval.
My jaguar responds in kind.
I want her.Wewant her. She’s the key. Our heart. The middle to the circle we created long ago.
She moans as Reaper grinds himself against her, his jeans the only barrier between them. Alina isn’t lost to her heat yet—something that surprised me when she woke up—but I can tell she’s close.
Our girl is holding on for as long as she can because she wants to remember this. To experience us. To be able to consent to everything we want to do to her before she loses her mind to lust.
My sweet, beautiful panther,I marvel, loving that she’s a fighter.
She showcases some of that fight now as she releases me to tussle with Reaper’s jeans. He doesn’t help her, the sadist wanting to make her work for it. It’s not until she growls at him that he grins and lifts his body to help her with the process.
Then he grabs her thighs, spreads her, and thrusts right into her slick heat.
No foreplay. No warning. Just a feral claim.
My balls tighten at the display, my animal roaring with the need to do exactly that—to take, fuck,please.
Alina scratches her nails down Reaper’s back, her mouth parted on a scream that he silences with his mouth.
It’s a hedonistic display.
Rough. Angry.Passionate.
They’re in each other’s minds, feeling each other’s emotions, and riding the high of their connection.
Orcus leans against a bedpost, his hungry gaze taking in their mating while I lounge beside them, waiting for my turn to pounce.
It’s a gorgeous fucking view, one that has my hand inching down to stroke my cock in response. My thumb teases the ring in the tip—a ring I want Alina to remove.
Hell, I want her to handle the bar, too.
