Page 64 of Their Lethal Pet

And found a naked Reaper with his hand wrapped around his cock in the shower.

“What startled you?” Orcus asks, drawing my focus to where he’s standing in the doorway.

Shirtless.

In just a pair of tiny black shorts.

Boxers,my brain tells me.He’s wearing boxers.

And only boxers.

Just like Flame.

Fae… Beautiful. Fucking. Fae.

I’m surrounded by hot, hard men. Perfectly sculpted. Muscular. Toned.Holy fae.

My throat works as I try to swallow, my legs suddenly feeling like jelly.

This is overwhelming.

I’ve barely even seen a man without a shirt on, and now this?Threegorgeous men in their underwear?

Oh, but one was naked.Verynaked. And hard. And stroking…

I take a wobbling step back.Pull it together, Lina,I snap at myself.

But outwardly, all I want to do is whimper.

My lower belly pulls tight with a sensation I recognize from my own self-explorations.

Arousal.

And who can blame me with all this man meat on display?

Why do they need to be so damn good-looking? And where are their clothes?

I grab my shirt and look down, remembering that I’m wearing one of the items originally meant for them. But the nightgowns the concierge brought for me resembled a translucent dress, which I had no desire to sleep in. So I’d taken one of the oversized T-shirts instead.

Now I’m sort of wishing I would have worn that just to give these guys a dose of their own medicine.

Of course, that would have left me more vulnerable and exposed and?—

“Alina.” Orcus’s deep voice cuts through my mind, his gaze intense as he prowls toward me. “Did Reaper touch you?”

I blink at him, confused. “What?”

“Did Reaper touch you?” he repeats, only a foot away from me now.

There’s a strange softness to his voice, yet it’s edged with dominance. Like he’s demanding that I reply without actually issuing the command. “N-no. He was in the shower.”

“Thinking about her, but not touching her,” Reaper drawls as he joins us in the bedroom.

My cheeks flame in response, my gaze locked on Orcus so I don’t have to see Reaper again.

Because all I’ll be able to picture is his hand wrapped around that giant cock.

Ohhhh, thinking about it anywaynow…