Page 114 of Their Lethal Pet

So I tug the zipper down.

His pupils flare in response.

He’s excited. He wants this. However, he’s holding himself back.

For me,I realize.He’s allowing me to set the pace.

Oh, he’ll push me. He proved that with the knife earlier—which was an experience I will never forget.

Even though the blade scared me, I liked how it made me feel. Because while I knew Reaper was dangerous, deep down, I also knew I was in control. If I used my safeword, I had no doubt in my mind that he would listen to me.

Maybe trusting him was crazy.

But at this point, I’m just embracing fate.

And right now, that fate is staring down at me expectantly. “Are you going to touch me, pet?” he asks. “Or should I just bind your wrists again?” His tattoos move as though preparing to do just that while his focus goes to my lips. “I don’t need your hands when I can use your mouth.”

Emboldened, I tug at his pants, trying to yank them down his muscular thighs. But I’m on my side, making it difficult to do with one hand.

He doesn’t help me.

Just watches as I struggle.

I narrow my gaze. “Take them off, Reaper.”

Amusement flashes in his eyes. “That’s hot. Command me again.”

“Follow my first command and I will,” I counter.

He gifts me with a smile. “All right, pet.” He disappears from the bed, causing me to gasp.

“Reaper,” I growl. “That’s not?—”

He returns to his same position, sans pants, and cocks a brow. “That’s not what?” he asks.

But any thought of a retort or a reply vanishes at the sight of his beautiful, naked form.

His tattoos are still moving, the dark swirls shifting on and off his torso and running up and down his arms. However, his thighs are bare.

And his cock… is tattooed, too. Only it’s not swirls. It’s…

“Is that my name?” I ask, stunned.

“Yep.”

No explanation or elaboration. No hesitation, either. Just…Yep. “What…? What does that mean? And why is there a skull next to it?”

“You’re a Death Fae’s mate,” he says simply. “Mymate. And you know what a good mate would do right now?”

I blink at him. “I… No?”

“A good mate would trace the tattoo on my shaft, preferably with her tongue.”

Flame chuckles behind me. “I think Reaper would like you to thank him for his tribute, little panther.”

“I don’t need a thank-you, but I would love a blow job,” Reaper says, his dick seeming to strain toward me while he speaks.

I’m guessing a “blow job” is something sexual, based on his physical reaction. And given that he requested I lick his dick, I’m going to assume said “blow job” involves my mouth.