Page 141 of Their Lethal Pet

My mate,I marvel, my hand in his hair again as he slides a finger inside me.My… mate.

Yours,he agrees, sucking on my flesh.And you’re mine.

He punctuates that with another thrust, causing me to squirm. His hands are big, making his intrusion one I definitely feel deep inside despite it only being one finger.

No.Two. He added another. Preparing me. Ensuring I’m stretched. I can hear it all in his mind while I feel it down below.

It’s intoxicating, this whirlwind of mingled thoughts, feelings, and sensations. Because Orcus’s yearnings swirl inside me as well, his intention to knot me making me squirm beneath him.

I want him inside me.

Truly. Completely.Fully.

I don’t know how it will feel. I don’t know if I’ll love it or hate it. But I don’t care. I want him there, filling me, pumping in and out of my body, and gifting me with his pleasure.

His seed.

Oh, fae…This could be it. We might create a life together.

Except I hear deep down in his mind that I’m not quite in the throes of my heat yet. Which makes this a warm-up. A way to slowly introduce me to what’s to come.

Fae, if this is just an introduction…I shudder, my legs spread wide to accommodate Orcus’s every intention.

He’s destroying me in the best way. I can feel my orgasm mounting, the tightening of muscles driving me that much closer to the edge.

So close,I think.So clo?—

Orcus stops, his mouth going to my hip bone to lay a gentle kiss.

I snarl at him.

He growls back, worsening the ache below and stirring a fresh wave of damp heat.

Slick,I hear him say, the word a moan inside his mind.Fucking decadent.

I’m a wet, sobbing mess ofneed. “Orcus,” I say, unable to stop the plea in my voice. “Please. I… I need…”

“Mmm, you need a knot,” he finishes for me. “I know.”

Yet he doesn’t give it to me.

He just keepsplaying.

Three fingers now. In and out. Twisting. Stretching. Penetrating.

His tongue taunts my clit. Swirling. Sucking. Licking.

I’m panting, tears streaming from my eyes, because every time I almost fall over the edge, hestopsagain. His name leaves me on a frustrated scream, my body pent up in a way I’ve never experienced before.

He promised to make me beg.

I’m begging now.

Both with my voice and inside my mind.

Still, he tortures me with his hands and his mouth, drawing it out, reducing me to a mindless mess ofneed.

“Almost ready,” I hear him murmur, my mind barely functioning enough to hear him. “Gods, you’re so beautiful like this, Alina. All sensation and desire. Like a fucking sex Goddess.”