Page 137 of Their Lethal Pet

Flame growls when I send him the final item of her outfit—the soaked underwear—and starts issuing a demand when I shut the portal once more.

It’s a demand I don’t need.

Our Omega isnaked.

Not only that, but she’s nakedandwet.

“Oh, I’m going to knot you so fucking hard, little one,” I tell her, aware that I have to be close to wherever she’s hiding. “You’re going to need that new safeword.” Not that she’ll even know to use it when her heat hits.

She’ll be so damn needy that she won’t care how we fuck her.

Which makes it all the more imperative that I observe her limits now.

Because she hasn’t completely lost her senses yet—as evidenced by how well she’s hiding from me.

An Omega in the throes of her estrus would be lyingout in the open, legs spread, and begging her Alpha to fuck her. Not cleverly nesting in the woods.

“Sweet Omega of mine,” I coo at her. “I’m so fucking proud of you right now.”

I creep forward, my nose leading me to a thick tree. Either Alina’s behind it, or she’s left me her shoes to find.

Given the strong aroma of strawberries, I’m certain it’s the former.

“Hello, little one,” I say, voice soft. “Care to reveal my prize?”

The prize being her naked form.

She doesn’t respond.

“Hmm, I see.” I step around the tree and grin when she takes off running down a nearby path. Her dark hair trails in the wind behind her as her long, shapely legs move quickly through the underbrush.

I give her a few seconds, then sprint after her, my inner Alpha more than ready to take our mate to the ground.

She’s running in her shoes—an intelligent choice I mentally applaud—but the rest of her is utterly exposed, which creates quite a show. Hips swaying. Tits bouncing. Hair swinging.

My Omega is fuckingperfect.

And I can’t wait to see her swell with our future child.

I don’t care if it’s my seed that does it, or Flame’s or Reaper’s. The babe will be Mythos Fae because of Alina’s blood.

A miracle, I think, the word one I voiced earlier as well. Because that’s exactly what we might create together. And even if we don’t, Alina is still a miracle unto herself. An Omega soul in a human form.

Not human for much longer, though,I muse as I close the distance between us. The moment I bite her, she’ll become a fae.

And that bite will mate us for eternity, too.

Mine, mine, mine,my steps say as I pound the earth in her wake.Mine, mine… “Mine.”

She screams as I snag her by the waist, taking us both to the ground below.

Her nails scrape along my chest and shoulders while we wrestle across the dirt, her growls ferocious and borderline feral.

I catch her wrists and hoist her arms over her head, pinning her hands to the ground beneath one of my palms.

She snarls, her hips bucking up into mine, only she’s no longer fighting me. She’s trying to draw me closer—as evidenced by the way her athletic legs wrap around my hips and pull me into her.

I give in to her silent demand, relaxing into her splayed thighs, and place my lips at her ear. “I need your new safeword, little one.”