Page 57 of Their Lethal Pet

She’s still caught up in the confusion of the moment. She’s also not built like we are. My jaguar knows she’s compatible, and he’s ready to mate her right fucking now. He doesn’t care that we’ve just met. He knows what he wants, and he’s very happy to take it.

Orcus’s Alpha instincts are likely saying the same thing.

And Reaper, well, he often follows the needs of his dick and doesn’t give a shit about the potential repercussions of his impulsive actions.

But Alina needs time. Trust. Compassion. And comfort.

So I demonstrate that I understand each of those things now as I gently cut through the laces of her corset.

Her palms flatten against her chest, holding the fabric to her body while I loosen it from behind. Her skirts seem to be held up by buttons along her ass, but I’ll handle those when I reach them.

As I cut through the final lace, the corset splits, revealing her back.Not quite the same as the Regency Era,I think, admiring her pale skin.

“Your skirt is going to be a little trickier,” I inform her, my voice slightly lower than I intended. But I can’t help myphysical reaction to her. She’s stunning, and my inner animal is eager to taste her.

“O-okay,” she says, shivering.

“If you want, you can try it on your own again,” I suggest. “Now that your torso is free, I mean.”

She swallows, her midnight irises holding mine in the mirror once more. “I… I would prefer your help.” The words leave her on a whisper, an array of goose bumps pebbling down her arms.

My tongue feels a bit thick, so I nod rather than reply, and unfasten the top button of her skirt. The fabric parts to show a hint of white lace beneath.

Fuck me,I think.If this is what I think it is…

I pop another button.

Yeah, that’s what I think it is.

Definitelynota Regency Era item, but a much more modern one.And fuck, it’s translucent.

I have to bite back a low growl as each button displays more creamy skin decorated by lacy lingerie. It fits her beautiful backside perfectly, the virginal white far more of a turn-on than I could ever have expected.

Black and red have always been my preferences in the bedroom.

But Alina…fuck, she looks good in this. Too damn good.

My fingers flex, my claws scraping at my senses. My beast is raging inside at just the small glimpse of lace.

Settle down,I demand.

He snarls back, his feral nature threatening to come out to play.

I close my eyes and steal a deep breath while my fingers work. After several seconds of regaining control, I allow my lashes to flutter open and find Alina still staring at mein the mirror. “Are you okay?” she asks, her unease instantly dampening my growing arousal.

“Yeah,” I tell her. “My jaguar…” I trail off, debating how to phrase this without scaring her. “He’s very interested in you.” There’s no point in hiding the attraction. She deserves to know the truth. “I’m just trying to control him.”

She swallows again. “Oh. And, um, by ‘interested,’ you mean…?”

“He wants me to kiss you,” I say, taming down the actual desire coursing through my veins. It’s still an honest reply, just not as intense as saying,He wants me to mount you and bite you.I’m sure he would also enjoy kissing her, too.

“I… I see.” She clears her throat, her fingers seeming to clutch the fabric a little tighter.

“I’m not going to,” I promise her. “Not yet, anyway.”

Her eyes widen a little. “So you plan to kiss me?”

I pop the final button, causing the skirt to fall along her legs to the floor. She’s left standing in those fucking lace panties and her unfastened corset. “I plan to do a lot more than kiss you, little panther,” I inform her, my voice even deeper now. “But not until you tell me you’re ready.”