Page 103 of Their Lethal Pet

And he gives it to me.

Oh, how he gives it to me.

His kisses are more sensual than Reaper’s, but both of them are equally potent. Addictive.Lethalto my brain cells.

Because I no longer know up from down or left from right. Not that directions matter right now.

“Flame,” I breathe.

“Alina,” he returns, his mouth wet against mine. “Tell me to taste you.Pleasetell me to taste you.” He kisses me again before I can reply, his purr intensifying with the motion. “My jaguar wanted to lick your sweet pussy so fucking badly, but I pulled him back. I need your consent. I want yourcommand.”

My thighs squeeze his, my insides weeping with the need to obey his request while issuing a demand of my own. It’s a strange combination, this feeling of being empowered yet knowing deep down that I’m actually submitting.

He wants tolickme.

He’s telling me to command him to do so.

And I want nothing more than to utter that demand.

“Taste me,” I say to him. “Taste me everywhere, Flame.”

His violet gaze is tinged with ebony flecks, something I’ve learned that indicates his animal is close to the surface. He’s part beast, yet all man.

He wants my consent—which I’ve provided. And I can see the relief that consent has given him.

Something settles in him.

A refined predator takes control.

And dark intent flashes in his blazing gaze.

I quiver in anticipation, expecting him to rip the towel from my body. But he doesn’t.

Instead, he kisses me again.

But this kiss is far more intense than the last one, even moredominant. Like I’ve just unleashed something inside him. Granted him permission to do whatever it is he really wants to do.

Allowed his jaguar to lead, I realize. I’m not sure how I know that, but I do. And I’m both terrified and thrilled by it.

He growls. Purrs. Growls again.

Then fists the fabric between us and yanks it open.

Almost fully black eyes stare down at my exposed breasts, his tongue flicking out to lick his bottom lip. “I’m going to devour you, Alina.” His voice is deep and low and filled with warning. “I need you to pick a safeword.”

My brow furrows. “A what?”

“A safeword,” another voice says as Reaper appears beside us on the bed, his head propped up by one hand. “A word that’ll tell him, well,us, if we’ve gone too far.”

I gape at his lounging form, surprised by his sudden appearance. And also stunned by his explanation. “Can’t I just saystop?”

“No,” they both reply in unison.

“Sometimes, you may tell us to stop when you really mean for us to keep going,” Reaper adds. “So we need aword that actually means stop. A word that’ll yank us out of the moment and force us to check in with you.”

“Not that we won’t be doing that the whole time,” Flame says, his eyes more violet again in color. “It’s just a precaution in case our beasts take it too far.”

“It’s also a way to demonstrate your power, Alina,” Reaper tells me with a smile. “No dominant man wants his woman to safeword him. Knowing you can stop it all with one word gives you complete control, even when you might feel like you have none at all.”