Page 154 of Their Lethal Pet
Fuck, I can feel her coming with my fingers, herorgasm a vibration that reminds me of my purr. It’s so alluring. So addicting. Sobeautiful.
I want to worship this woman for eternity. Draw those sounds from her every day. Make her fall apart on repeat until she begs me to stop.
Orcus’s rumble of approval has Alina trembling all over again, her Omega soul naturally responding to her chosen Alpha.
I can’t wait to ignite our connection, to let herfeelmy jaguar. It’s going to be explosive. Emotional. And a little bit savage.
“Fuck, pet,” Reaper groans, following her over the edge into oblivion. With her insides clamping down around my fingers, I can only imagine how tightly she’s gripping him with her pussy.
It must be good because he shudders, his release long and hard and making her moan in response.
She’s insatiable, just like a fae should be.
Which means she won’t need long to recover.
Orcus was different, his Godlike prowess having knocked her out.
Oh, Reaper and I could do it, too. And we would.
But not yet.
This was just meant to take the edge off.
Because our mate wantedbothoptions.
Which means it’s almost time for me tolick.
My jaguar rumbles in excitement, eager to taste her. To claim her. Tofuckher.
However, I hold him back, my fingers gently stretching her as she and Reaper come down from their high.
Her tremors slowly abate, her body going limp on top of Reaper. His strands run all over her in a tender caress as he kisses her, reveling in their new bond.
“Ready for Flame to clean you up, pet?” he asks softly. “Because I think he’s eager to tongue-fuck you.”
That I am.
I ease my fingers out of her and let Reaper roll her into position. Then I crawl between her legs to feast on her slick sex.
It’s a unique smoky-and-sweet flavor that has my inner animal growling for more. I let Alina hear that hungry sound, wanting her to know what’s coming for her. Because I’ll be inside her next. And my jaguar isn’t going to go easy on her.
I slip my hand behind her to keep preparing her backside while I lap up every inch of her cunt, just like Reaper said I would.
By the time I’m done, Alina’s writhing in the sheets all over again.
I don’t need Orcus to tell me to drag this out and deny her orgasm; I do that on my own. Because I want our mate wet and needy and begging.
She grabs my hair, trying to drag my tongue up to her clit.
I deny her and kiss a path downward instead, only pausing when my lips meet her thigh.
A protest escapes her as I withdraw my hands and mouth, her gaze flying downward. “Flame.”
I smile.
Then shift into my jaguar form, eliciting a shocked gasp from her.
Reaper chuckles. “Intrigued by the concept of bestiality, pet?”
