Page 93 of Their Lethal Pet
Bite her.
Breed her.
The latter is an instinctive response to finding my Omega after so many millennia of searching. I want her pumped full of my seed, pregnant with the next generation of Mythos Fae, and resting tenderly in an Omega nest filled with children.
I don’t even care that some will be Reaper’s or Flame’s kids, because they’ll all have Mythos Fae blood running through their veins.
They’ll all be products ofher.
My Omega.Ourmate.
Flame slowly eases off me, likely noticing that the fight has fled from my limbs, and returns to his human form. “Your Alpha’s an asshole,” he says, touching his jaw.
I hadn’t even realized I’d hit him.
But I don’t apologize.
Mainly because his teeth marks are still in my neck. “The same could be said about your fucking cat,” I mutter.
“Call him acatagain and see what happens,” he dares me.
I snort. But I know better than to taunt his beast. He’s a fierce creature, one who could easily bite my head off. Literally.
Fortunately, it would grow back.
Because Mythos Fae can’t die.
Hence the prison I just left. Pandora’s Box is the only item that can trap a Mythos Fae’s essence.
I push up off the floor to a seated position, my gaze returning to the quiet bedroom. Reaper murmurs something to Alina that I don’t listen to; I want to give them their privacy.
“She gave consent?” I confirm again.
But of course she did.
While Reaper is a lot of things, he isn’t a rapist. He values consent, just like the two of us.
“Eagerly,” Flame replies. “She basically begged him to touch her.”
“That she did,” Reaper murmurs as he appears in the room, wearing a pair of low-slung gray sweatpants. “I’m off to fetch our pet a few cupcakes. Want anything from the kitchen while I’m there? Something strawberry-flavored, perhaps?” He waggles his brows.
Flame flips him off.
I just sigh. “I’ll be fine with coffee.” Because I haven’t slept and could use the caffeine. Not that it would do anything for me physically, but mentally, I would enjoy it.
Reaper just grins like he’s won a prize, which I suppose he has, and vanishes.
Flame stares at the door, his dick pointing toward it as though to signal its owner on which direction it would like to go.
I almost tell him to put on a pair of fucking pants, but I see the boxers he shredded in his shift lying a few feet away from him.
He obviously didn’t have time to remove them before pouncing on me.
Running my palm over my face, I say, “I’m going to drink some coffee, then talk to the Strigoi.” They gave me directions to their room last night. “Go take care of your barb, then see if Alina needs anything.”
Flame rolls his head toward me, his violet irises resembling a burning flame. “There will be notaking careof this. I’m going to be hard until I finally mount her.”
He stands, his movements agile, and bends to grab his shredded shorts.
