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“He wants you to suck his cock, little panther,” Flame whispers against my ear, his words making my belly flip. “Do you want to taste him?”

I swallow, my eyes tracing each letter of my name. “I do,” I admit, my fingers reaching for Reaper. “Yes, I do.”

Because I want to feel him. Know him.Savorhim.

Just like these fae have done to me.

“I want to taste both of you,” I say to them.

“Then do it, pet,” Reaper dares me. “Lick me.”

CHAPTER TWENTY-SIX

ALINA

I don’t immediately caveto Reaper’s demand. Instead, I wrap my palm around his base and give him a tentative stroke.

He’s not as thick as Flame, but he’s long.And hot.

Flame kisses my shoulder again, then drags his teeth along my skin to my pulse, where he gently bites down. “Push him to his back, little panther,” he instructs me. “Then straddle him so he can feel your sweet heat against his cock. It’ll drive him crazy.”

My heart skips a beat at the thought of pressing my intimate flesh to Reaper’s. Yet, as I follow Flame’s command, I realize how natural it all feels. My thighs automatically part over Reaper’s hips, my core meeting his shaft in a sinful kiss. It’s… it’s where I should be. With him. Withthem.

I lean down to press my lips to his, needing him to feel what I feel. To experience this intensity. To understand that Ibelonghere.

His arms wrap around me, his skin a brand against my lower back.

I shift on top of him, painting him with my arousal.

It’s… it’s just so intuitive. I want to share this part of me with him, to claim him with my body.

But I still want to taste him.

So I do what Flame did to me—I start exploring Reaper’s body with my tongue and my mouth. I work my way down his torso, pausing to trace his rippled abdomen with my lips, and continue to his hardened flesh.

My sweet aroma is all over his skin, creating an erotic experience as I taste the moisture on his tip. That part was all him, the saltiness combining with my essence to produce an intoxicating flavor that I need more of.

“Fuck, pet,” Reaper groans, his fingers weaving through my hair as I take more of him into my mouth. “Try to swallow your whole name. Yeah, just like that.Fuck.”

Another hand goes to my nape, this one hotter and belonging to Flame. He’s right beside me, his thumb circling my pulse. “That looks amazing, little panther,” he tells me. “You’re taking so much of him into your sweet mouth.”

I pull back up to breathe, then go down again, my throat instantly soothed by the feel of Reaper gliding in deep.

“Grab his base,” Flame whispers. “Give it a squeeze and hollow your cheeks.”

I do what he says.

“So good, sweet panther,” he praises me. “Look at Reaper. Do you see that fire in his eyes?Youcreated that. And now you’re stoking it with that talented mouth.”

A shiver traverses my spine, my lips nearly curling.

Because he’s right.

Reaper looks like he’s positively burning for me.

I’m doing this to him. Me. I’m driving him crazy, just like he’s done to me.

Realizing that only emboldens me more.