Page 118 of Their Lethal Pet

He wants me to suck his cock? I’ll suck. I’ll play. I’llfondle.

A hiss escapes him as I close my mouth over his thick head, my tongue flicking his ring along the way. Then I take him all the way down to the bar piercing at the center of his shaft.

I’m so full that I’m not sure I can take any more.

However, I’m suddenly determined to try.

I wrap my hand around his base, just like he told me to do to Reaper, and force more of him into my throat. It’s dangerous. I can’t breathe at all like this. I… I might choke. And the piercings are an addition that I’m not sure I’m ready to handle.

Yet I try anyway.

I do it for him. For me. Forus.

And I’m rewarded with a squeeze against my nape as he says, “You’re so fucking good at this, my panther queen. A fucking Goddess.”

Reaper hums in agreement against my clit, then sinks his teeth into my flesh, making me yelp around Flame’s cock.

“Fuck, do that again,” Flame demands.

I’m not sure who he’s talking to, but I realize he meansReaper when the man between my legs bites me again. This time I scream because ithurts.

Only for him to lave the pain away with his tongue.

My thighs quake, my insides ablaze with renewed desire.

I’m sweating. Panting. Sucking. Nearly choking. Exploring with my tongue. All while fighting the urge to fall apart on top of Reaper.

It’s the definition of insanity.

The best kind of insanity.

A world of eroticism.

I feel empowered. Cherished. Andused.

It’s… it’s amazing.

Flame pumps himself into my mouth while Reaper plunges his tongue into my core. They’re fucking me from different angles, the sensuous dance drawing me into a euphoric state of existence.

We’re creating something powerful, our mingling scents reminding me of a strawberry field hidden deep on a mountain side.

I want to revel in that existence, live there for the rest of my life, and join myself with these fae.

“Use your teeth, little panther.” Flame’s deep voice pierces through my mind, driving my actions. “Fuck, sweetling. Keep doing that.”

I’m not biting him, but I’m applying more pressure as I drag my mouth up and down his thick manhood. He’s so hard that I can feel his pulse through the silky skin. It’s beating against my tongue, demanding more. Demanding that I keep going. Demanding that I swallow him whole.

So I do.

All the way down.

As deep as I can possibly go.

“Fuck.” He arches into me, hitting the back of my throat. “Make her come, Reaper.Now.”

I swear the Death Fae between my legs smiles, but I don’t have a chance to think much of it because he bites me so hard in the next instant that I tumble over the cliff into a world of pain-induced pleasure.

I don’t understand what he did, but that bite… that bite…is euphoric.