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I learn from his movements, mimic them as I can, and allow him to guide me into this erotic dance.
It feels good. It feelsright.
Like the pleasure below, I never want it to end.
Alas, after what feels like hours of passion, Reaper pulls back, his gaze catching mine. “You’re right, pet. You do taste like strawberry cupcakes.”
He brushes his lips against mine again, leaving me eager for more.
“I can’t wait to dine between your thighs, Alina. It’ll be fucking divine.” He kisses the edge of my mouth. “But you’re going to need something to eat before we try that. Because once I start, I won’t stop until you pass out. And even then, I’ll probably keep going just so I can watch you come again the moment you regain consciousness.”
My eyes widen.
I’m not sure if that sounds glorious or terrifying.
“Stay right here, pet. I’ll go grab your reward for being such a good girl for me.”
I blink at him. “The orgasms weren’t my reward?”
He chuckles. “No, darling. Those orgasms were for me. The cupcakes will be for you.”
I’m not given a chance to react to that.
Because in the next instant, he’s gone.
CHAPTER TWENTY
ORCUS
Several Minutes Earlier
I sitacross from my brother in his lair, my ankle propped up on my opposite knee. His long fingers are steepled on his massive desk, his dark eyes inflamed with hope. “An Omega.”
That’s all he says.
But it’s also all he needs to say.
“Yeah,” I confirm. “An Omega.”
He swallows, his usual stoicism melting in the face of this information.
I came here to tell him about the Strigoi Princes running around the alternate reality. However, our conversation quickly evolved when Hades picked up on Alina’s scent.
The Strigoi were a minor announcement—a pesky little nuisance, really—compared to my discovery.
“You’re absolutely certain?” he presses.
“You scented her on me before I even had a chance to mention it,” I point out. “But…” My jaw clenches, some part of me hating that I have to express doubt on the situation.
Alas, my position requires me to be thorough.
And to be thorough, I have to voice my concerns.
“She’s mortal,” I tell him.
He frowns. “That’s impossible.”
“I know.” I clear my throat. “But her scent and her soul…” I don’t need to finish that statement. Hades understands.
