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Flame nods, agreeing with Reaper.

If he’s bothered by his friend’s interruption and unexpected appearance, he doesn’t show it. Actually, he seems quite at ease with Reaper’s presence.

Because they want to share me.

A shiver works through me at the knowledge of their desire.I think I want them to share me, too.

“So what’ll it be, pet?” Reaper asks, his lips curling into a sinfully enticing smile. “What’s your safeword?”

CHAPTER TWENTY-THREE

REAPER

Flame doesn’t botherto ask why I’m here and not with Orcus. Probably because he assumes the Alpha dismissed me or said I was no longer needed.

Alas, it’s none of the above.

Emissary Dickwad Jones told me I couldn’t attend the meeting with his beloved Queen Bitch.

I debated arguing.

But a look from Orcus had me shrugging again. He could take care of himself.

And in the interim, I could take care of Alina.

So I teleported back here to play with my pet and very happily landed myself in the middle of a threesome.

Now she just needs to give a safeword so we can properly begin.

I’ve spent the last few days slowly warming her up, which I did for her benefit as much as mine.

Orcus might be fine with just talking, and Flame might be satisfied with his evening strolls, but I needed to touch our pet. To taste her. Toknowher.

And I think she needed my brand of training, too.

She’s going to be a free spirit in bed. She just needs to let go of her insecurities and spread her invisible wings.

“Chicago,” she whispers, making me frown.

“Orcus is meeting with the illusive Queen soon. They’ll discuss it,” I promise her.

“N-no. I… I was picking my safeword.Chicago.”

“Oh.” I smile. “Chicago it is.”

“Chicago,” Flame echoes, acknowledging the safeword. “If for some reason you can’t speak, hold up two fingers or tap twice.” He demonstrates with his hand while Alina gazes up at him with wide eyes.

“Why wouldn’t I be able to speak?” she asks, sounding alarmed.

“Oh, darling pet,” I muse, sitting up to pull off my shirt. “The things we’re going to teach you…”

Starting with what I can do with my ethereal strands.

“You were about to taste our pet, yes?” I say to Flame.

“Yes,” he confirms, his gaze going to her beautiful tits. “My jaguar wants to lick every inch of her.”

“Understandable. She’s delicious.” My tattoos writhe as I say the words, the smoky tendrils slowly seeping out of my skin and swimming through the air toward our female.