Page 158 of Their Lethal Pet

But I force my hands to remain steady as I focus on the piercings.

“Grab the metal ball and twist,” Flame instructs me, his purr underlining each word.

A purr that’s making me even wetter between my legs.

Fae, I’m… I’m going to explode the moment he’s inside me,I realize.

Between his purr and Reaper’s mental commentary—all of which is filthy in nature—I’m on the verge of climax without either of them truly touching me.

And that’safterall the other orgasms.

This is crazy,I think as I unscrew the ball from Flame’s bar.

This is being an Omega,Orcus corrects.Now stop thinking and give Flame the attention he deserves.

Fae,that demand makes me want to bend over and suck Flame’s cock again.

But I know that’s not what Orcus means.

So I do what he commands and remove the first piercing.

“Help her with the other one,” Flame says, his eyes on Reaper.

My Death Fae mate grabs my hand and guides my fingers to the ring. “You have to pop out the bead in themiddle there.” He runs my thumb over it before grabbing my other hand and pinches the metal loop part between my fingers. “Hold here while you do it, then slide it off of him.”

It’s probably the most technical commentary I’ve ever heard from him.

“Good girl,” he says as I follow his instructions. “Now crawl up there and mount him.”

Only, Flame is already reaching for me before I can even attempt to move, his grip bruising around my hips as he draws my lower half over his groin. “I need to be inside you,” he tells me, the growl in his voice all animal.

He doesn’t give me a chance to reply, just positions me and drives inside me in a harsh thrust that steals the air from my lungs.

“Fuck yes,” Reaper says, his voice barely heard over Flame’s aggressive growl.

I go to grab my Shifter Fae’s shoulders, only to find myself suddenly being spun on the bed as he places his chest to my back and drives up into me from behind.

My lips part, my back arching at the impact.

Flame’s palm is around my throat, his lips at my ear as his knees spread my legs even wider. “I’m taking you like this. Then I’m taking your ass. Reaper can watch.”

My Death Fae grins in response, lounging on the bed beside us while he strokes his cock. “Fuck away,” he says. “We’ll tag-team next round.”

“I call next round,” Orcus interjects, his wings appearing at his back and stretching out on both sides. The sheer dominance in his voice and stance stirs a yearning deep in my soul, one I need to have fulfilled.

Then Flame drives into me again.I’m inside you right now, little panther,he growls into my mind.Focus on me. My barb. Us.

Fae,I breathe.

Flame’s threatening to destroy me with his sharp movements, his jaguar roaring in my head.

“Grab the headboard,” he demands.

I do.

And he truly starts to fuck me, his angle different from what the others have done. It’s deeper somehow. More intense.

His pace is brutal, too. No gradual movements to prepare me for him. No tender strokes. Just unrestrainedthrusts.