Page 107 of Their Lethal Pet

A blade I draw down.

Down.

Down.

To where her shoulder meets her neck.

And then gently place it against her throat before leaning in to kiss her once more.

She freezes beneath me, her body straining not to move despite the pleasurable assault Flame is unleashing below.

The threat of my knife has her momentarily stunned. She’s barely even breathing.

Sweat dots her brow, her lips still against mine, her eyes wide.

Then Flame must do something with his teeth or his tongue, because she trembles violently, indicating that her orgasm is fast approaching.

“Fae,” she breathes, the term beautifully applying to both of us.

And then she screams.

My weapon disappears, primarily because I don’t want to accidentally harm her—which would be too easy to do with how fiercely she’s thrashing against my restraints.

This orgasm is nothing compared to what I’ve unleashed on her with my hand, and I fucking love that. Becausethisis what pleasure should feel like. An intense moment of insanity where nothing and no one else matters, just the moment and the overwhelming sensations rippling through one’s body.

I lean back to admire the show, my cock weeping with the expectation of being next. I’ve delayed my gratification all fucking week.

No more.

Today, Alina is going to touch me.

And if the look in Flame’s eyes is anything to go by, he fully intends for her to touch him, too.

But rather than rush it, he continues to lick her.

Driving her onward.

Forcing her to prolong her ecstasy.

All while preparing her to do this again.

Only it’ll be me between her thighs next, something I tell him with a look.

He doesn’t fight me.

He knows how to share.

When it’s time, we’ll switch.

And perhaps switch again.

Prime her. Pleasure her. Then show her how to return the favor.

“Such a good fucking girl,” I say against her ear. “So beautiful and carefree.” I kiss her thundering pulse. “Now let’s do it again, pet. Only this time, you’re going to come on my tongue while Flame sucks your tits.”

She moans, the sound resembling a slight protest. This is wherestopmight come into play. But unless she saysChicago, I won’t let up.

And she doesn’t.