Page 119 of Their Lethal Pet

“Fuck, yes,” Flame groans, his cock driving in and out of my mouth. “I’m about to join you, little panther. Try to swallow for me, sweetheart.”

I don’t know if I can.

I’m swimming in ecstasy.

And now he’s going to drown me with his essence.

I try to relax my throat for him, but my body is too keyed up from the orgasm to listen to me. Dark spots dance in my vision as he explodes in my mouth, his flavor different from Reaper’s. His seed still has that hint of salt, but it’s headier. Thicker. More decadent.

I’m instantly hit with another climax, and I’m not sure if it’s from Flame’s intense flavor or Reaper’s skilled mouth.

Or both.

But I’m overcome with it all, grinding on top of Reaper’s face while drinking from Flame.

It’s all so much. Too much. Those dark spots are getting bigger. I’ve forgotten how to breathe. I can only swallow and writhe.

I’m barely aware of the men moving until I’m cradled against Reaper’s chest, his strong arms holding me while Flame kisses me. My body is still shaking, my insides tightening and spiraling and sending shocks of pleasure to every nerve ending.

How…?I want to ask.

But my mouth is busy with Flame’s, his tongue gently caressing mine while Reaper kisses my neck and shoulders. “You’re doing so good,” he says against my ear. “Just ride it out, pet.”

I whimper, not sure what he means.Why am I still shaking?

Flame’s palms are on my cheeks, his mouth soft and commanding at the same time.

Reaper’s hands stroke my back.

We’re a tangle of limbs, all of us naked and hot and sweaty.

The heady aroma of sex tinges the air, my sweetness potent and ripe.

By the time I stop trembling, I’m practically coated in the fragrance. It’s everywhere. In me. On me. All over them.

I gasp as Reaper’s teeth bite into my shoulder just hard enough to anchor me without breaking the skin.

Then Flame pulls back to stare into my eyes. “You’re amazing, Alina.”

“Fucking phenomenal,” Reaper echoes.

I blink at the Shifter Fae, unable to form words. My throat hurts, not just from taking his thrusts but also fromscreaming.

Yet I don’t even remember making a sound.

My fingers flutter up to my throat as though searching for answers. But my wrist is caught in Flame’s grasp as he brings my hand to his mouth. “Thank you, little panther.”

Reaper snorts. “You’re thanking her like we’re already done.” His palms continue to soothingly stroke my back, his lips at my ear once more. “You can rest, pet. I know Flame’s cum can be potent. But once the aftershocks die down, we’re doing this again.”

“She needs to eat first,” Flame tells him, a hint of dominance in his tone. “I’m also pouring her a bath.”

“You just want to brush her hair.”

“Of course I want to brush her hair. I’ve been dying to brush her hair since the moment we first saw her,” Flame tosses back at him, making my lips curl a little.

“You want to brush my hair?” The words come out raspy, my vocal cords clearly damaged.

“She needs some soup,” Flame informs Reaper. “How about you work on that while I groom her?”