Page 63 of Their Lethal Pet

Tattoos I couldn’t quite make out.

But wow.

Wow.

I… I don’t know what to do. Or think. Or?—

“Alina?” Flame calls as he knocks on the door before opening it. “Are you all right? I heard you yelp.”

Of course he heard that. But he obviously didn’t hear what Reaper said right before I yelped.

“Good morning, pet. Have any nice dreams? Because I just enjoyed one hell of a fantasy myself.”

I shiver, his voice rolling through my mind incombination with that beautiful memory of his naked form.

Monsters, I didn’t know men could look likethat.

Of course, he’s a fae. Not a human. Not a normal man. Afae.

But if fae look like that…

No.I shake my head.Focus, Lina.

“What’s wrong?” Flame asks, likely interpreting my head shake to mean something. “What happened?”

What had he asked me? If I was all right? Am I all right?

Not really.

“I’m fine,” I manage to force out. “I… I was just startled.”By Reaper’s monster dick.

His expression as he stroked himself was so intensely beautiful that I couldn’t stop staring. The minute I realized he was in the shower, I should have left. But I… I couldn’t. I’d been captivated by his strength.

And his words, I think, recalling what I overheard.

“My pretty little pet.”

“Oh, I’ll share you. Let them claim you, too. But you’ll be mine in every way that counts.”

“Alina,” he said then, making my lips part. Because I thought he caught me staring. But no. He wastalkingto me.Thinkingabout me. While he pumped himself to completion.

“And you’ll swallow every damn drop” was his final statement before his expression contorted with ecstasy. His growl vibrated the room, making my legs squeeze together in response.

I can still feel the impact of it now, my inner thighs hot and damp from hisdemonstration. I’m aware of what goes on down there, my hands and fingers having explored the many ways to make myself orgasm.

But Reaper’s orgasm was a whole new level of rapture.

“Alina?” Flame prompts, reminding me that he’s still in the room.

Orcus is looming behind him in the doorway, his dark hair wild around his shoulders, suggesting he just woke up.

Because they all slept in the living area,I think, swallowing.

I offered to take the couch. It made a lot more sense for me to sleep out there while they slept in here, but Flame and Orcus weren’t interested in discussing alternative arrangements. And I didn’t feel comfortable enough debating it.

So I took the bed.

Woke up to that strange sound.