Page 136 of Their Lethal Pet

No magic.

Just pure, masculinedrive.

I stalk forward into the trees, following the sweet scent of Omega need.Strawberries. Cream. So much fucking cream.

It’s her slick. Her desire. Her demand for my damn cock.

My knot throbs.

My balls tighten.

My wings threaten to burst from my skin once more.

And my steps quicken.

Thisis a fantasy come to life. A dream I never thought I would experience.

Hunting my Omega mate.

I inhale deeply once more, my body vibrating with hedonistic determination.Find. Rut. Knot.

My Omega is quiet, telling me she’s hiding, just like I told her to.

Nesting.

It’s an important skill, one she’ll use to protect herself and our young.

Mmm,but that scent can’t escape me. Alina Everheart is mine. My intended. Mymate.

“I’m not sure if it was wise or naïve to hide so close to the cabin,” I muse, spinning toward her resting place. She’s slipped behind a pair of bushes, the subtle color of her blue jeans barely visible through the leaves.

I step forward, half expecting her to dart out of her spot and run. But she doesn’t move.

So I crouch, ready to pull her out, and realize… she’s not there.

I reach in and grab her jeans, yanking them out from the branches with a chuckle. “I stand corrected,” I say to no one in particular. “Clever indeed.”

Standing again, I scent the air, searching for her sweetness.

The jeans—which are covered in her slick—distract my senses. The realization that she’s pantless also distracts me.

My lips curl, though, my Alpha impressed with our Omega’s quick wit.

I create a portal back to the cabin and throw her jeans through it. Flame catches them, his reflexes on point. “Our Omega is very good at this game,” I tell him through the mirrorlike door.

Then I close it and focus on her fragrance once more.

Mouthwatering,I think, loving her decadent perfume.Fuck, the things I’m going to do to her…

I pick up my pace, more determined now than ever to find my Omega and reward her with my tongue.

That determination strengthens when I find her tank top hidden in another pair of bushes.

Followed by her bra.

And finally, her panties.

Either she’s only wearing shoes, or she’s left those for me to find next.