23. Reaper

Flame doesn't botherto ask why I'm here and not with Orcus. Probably because he assumes the Alpha dismissed me or said I was no longer needed.

Alas, it's none of the above.

Emissary Dickwad Jones told me I couldn't attend the meeting with his beloved Queen Bitch.

I debated arguing.

But a look from Orcus had me shrugging again. He could take care of himself.

And in the interim, I could take care of Alina.

So I teleported back here to play with my pet and very happily landed myself in the middle of a threesome.

Now she just needs to give a safeword so we can properly begin.

I've spent the last few days slowly warming her up, which I did for her benefit as much as mine.

Orcus might be fine with just talking, and Flame might be satisfied with his evening strolls, but I needed to touch our pet. To taste her. To know her.

And I think she needed my brand of training, too.

She's going to be a free spirit in bed. She just needs to let go of her insecurities and spread her invisible wings.

"Chicago," she whispers, making me frown.

"Orcus is meeting with the illusive Queen soon. They'll discuss it," I promise her.

"N-no. I… I was picking my safeword. Chicago."

"Oh." I smile. "Chicago it is."

"Chicago," Flame echoes, acknowledging the safeword. "If for some reason you can't speak, hold up two fingers or tap twice." He demonstrates with his hand while Alina gazes up at him with wide eyes.

"Why wouldn't I be able to speak?" she asks, sounding alarmed.

"Oh, darling pet," I muse, sitting up to pull off my shirt. "The things we're going to teach you…"

Starting with what I can do with my ethereal strands.

"You were about to taste our pet, yes?" I say to Flame.

"Yes," he confirms, his gaze going to her beautiful tits. "My jaguar wants to lick every inch of her."

"Understandable. She's delicious." My tattoos writhe as I say the words, the smoky tendrils slowly seeping out of my skin and swimming through the air toward our female.

She sees them but doesn't say anything, just watches as I wind them around her wrists. I apply some pressure to guide her arms over her head, causing her lips to part in surprise. Then I bind her hands together and loop a strand around the headboard to secure her.

"Taste her," I tell Flame. "Make our girl scream."

Alina parts her lips like she wants to object, but all that comes out is a moan as Flame sucks one of her rosy nipples deep into his mouth.

He groans around the dainty bud, his free hand going to her opposite tit to squeeze the rounded flesh. She fills his palm beautifully, proving that her body was made for him—for us.

I've touched those perky breasts, too.

But I haven't licked them yet.

One of my strands wanders down to stroke the underside of her boob as Flame switches his mouth to her opposite peak.

The sounds coming from Alina confirm how much she likes this, making me wish I would have pushed her a little harder in our experimentations. Because those noises she's making are fucking divine.

I unfasten my jeans, my cock throbbing behind the zipper. But I don't free myself entirely.

I'll wait for Alina to do the honors.

Until then…

I lean down and absorb her moans with my tongue. She instantly returns my kiss, her mouth eager against mine.

This is a kiss I know, a kiss I've taught.

Our little pet is such an excellent student.

I reward her skills by deepening our embrace while Flame feasts on her tits like a starved man. He's driving her crazy, making her hips pump upward in a demand for more.

Flame responds by pinning her to the bed with his lower abdomen, his growl vibrating through the air.

She whimpers against my mouth, making me grin. "Feeling needy this morning, pet?" I lick her lower lip. "Did you miss my hands on you?"

"Yes," she says, trying to arch again.

Flame releases another rumble. "Don't rush me, little panther. When I said that I intended to taste every inch of you, I meant every inch."

Her pupils blow wide, her lips parting on a pant.

So I distract her once more with my mouth while Flame continues feasting on her gorgeous tits.

By the time he starts to move south, Alina has tears in her eyes. She's all worked up and needy, and all Flame has done is kiss her nipples and curves.

Her arms strain as she tries to reach down, no doubt to touch herself between her thighs.

I tsk, my strands tightening around her wrists. "No moving, pet. This is for Flame."

And very much for her, too.

But that's all part of the lesson.

She's learning. We're teaching.

I suck her bottom lip into my mouth and gently bite down. "Just relax and feel," I tell her. "You'll love it."

She shudders, her hands curling into fists against my restraints. I love her fight. And I love the way she moans as Flame nibbles his way down her torso.

"You're doing so well," I whisper, kissing her cheek and then her ear. "Just let us worship you, pet. Let us please you."

"Reaper," she whispers. "Flame."

He chuckles, drawing my gaze down to where he's just licked her clit.

Alina strains against the bindings as he does it again, another delicious sound leaving her beautiful mouth. My dick throbs in response to Flame dragging his tongue down her slick folds and back up to her sensitive little nub, his slow movements drawn out with purpose.

He's fucking licking her like a bowl of cream.

Strawberry cream, I think, groaning at the sight. I can't wait to fucking taste her like that.

"Ohhh," Alina moans, her gorgeous figure straining as Flame devours her pussy.

I smile, enjoying the show of hedonistic passion. "He's going to make you come so hard, darling. So fucking hard." I trace my finger around her damp nipple, loving the way the pink has turned red from Flame's mouth. "And then I'm going to make you come again."

Alina visibly reacts to both my words and Flame's tongue, her skin pebbling with goose bumps.

I lean down to lave her stiff peak, then sink my teeth into her flesh.

Not hard enough to make her bleed, but hard enough for her to yelp.

A blade forms in my shadows, my bite inspiring a hint of bloodlust. I won't hurt her. But I will make things a little more interesting.

I flip my hand, allowing the dagger to slip into my palm, then show Alina the knife. "This is about trust," I inform her softly. "About introducing you to our desires while provoking deep-seated needs of your own."

I go back onto my elbow beside her, the weapon still in my grip as I lightly drag the tip along her arm and up to her bound wrists.

"You know your safeword," I remind her as her nostrils flare, her chest rising and falling as her eyes track my movements.

The conflict in her features has my groin tightening in response. She's afraid of what I'm going to do, yet utterly lost to the sensations Flame is provoking between her splayed thighs.

"Just relax and feel," I tell her again. "The hint of fear only heightens the experience. It sharpens the senses, makes you experience every second of pleasure and potential pain."

She swallows, her pulse racing so hard that I can practically see the throbbing point in her neck. "Reap—" She gasps, her eyes flicking down to where Flame is watching her, his dark eyes demanding her attention.

"I'm the one between your legs, sweetling," he says. "If you want to come, you'll say my name. Otherwise…" He nips her, drawing another gasp from our pet.

"Flame…" She's practically panting now, confirming that slight hints of pain definitely do it for her.

"Flame what?" he taunts her. "What do you want me to do, little panther? Tell me."

I hum in approval and continue to drag the tip of my blade up and down her arm while I watch her fight for her words.

She's so worked up that she looks ready to scream in both pleasure and frustration.

It's an intoxicating sight.

A state I'd like her to stay in for just a little longer.

Because once she tips over the edge into oblivion, she's going to experience the most mind-blowing pleasure of her life.

"I… I need your fingers…" she manages to say. "Please, Flame. Your mouth. Your… your everything."

"Mmm, don't tempt me too much," he replies softly. "I don't think you're ready for my barb just yet."

Alina's pupils dilate, the term one that seems to intrigue her.

But before she can ask about it, Flame returns to his task and her eyes roll into the back of her head.

My ethereal strands warm as she tries to move again, my binds holding her in place so she can't grab Flame or accidentally jolt beneath my blade.

A blade I draw down.

Down.

Down.

To where her shoulder meets her neck.

And then gently place it against her throat before leaning in to kiss her once more.

She freezes beneath me, her body straining not to move despite the pleasurable assault Flame is unleashing below.

The threat of my knife has her momentarily stunned. She's barely even breathing.

Sweat dots her brow, her lips still against mine, her eyes wide.

Then Flame must do something with his teeth or his tongue, because she trembles violently, indicating that her orgasm is fast approaching.

"Fae," she breathes, the term beautifully applying to both of us.

And then she screams.

My weapon disappears, primarily because I don't want to accidentally harm her—which would be too easy to do with how fiercely she's thrashing against my restraints.

This orgasm is nothing compared to what I've unleashed on her with my hand, and I fucking love that. Because this is what pleasure should feel like. An intense moment of insanity where nothing and no one else matters, just the moment and the overwhelming sensations rippling through one's body.

I lean back to admire the show, my cock weeping with the expectation of being next. I've delayed my gratification all fucking week.

No more.

Today, Alina is going to touch me.

And if the look in Flame's eyes is anything to go by, he fully intends for her to touch him, too.

But rather than rush it, he continues to lick her.

Driving her onward.

Forcing her to prolong her ecstasy.

All while preparing her to do this again.

Only it'll be me between her thighs next, something I tell him with a look.

He doesn't fight me.

He knows how to share.

When it's time, we'll switch.

And perhaps switch again.

Prime her. Pleasure her. Then show her how to return the favor.

"Such a good fucking girl," I say against her ear. "So beautiful and carefree." I kiss her thundering pulse. "Now let's do it again, pet. Only this time, you're going to come on my tongue while Flame sucks your tits."

She moans, the sound resembling a slight protest. This is where stop might come into play. But unless she says Chicago, I won't let up.

And she doesn't.

All she screams is my name. Flame's name. Fae.

Over and over again.

While I dine between her thighs. Feast on her breasts. Fuck her with my tongue. Kiss the fucking life out of her. And worship her with my hands.

Flame moves in tandem with me, working our pet to the brink three times before finally watching her fly with a satisfied grin on his face.

It's magical.

It's hypnotic.

It's borderline addicting.

I could play with her for eternity and never once want to stop.

Because this female is ours.

Our mate.

And I know exactly what I'm going to do to her.

I'm going to teach her how to handle our brand of darkness. Show her how to properly defend herself, not just against us but against others as well. Mold her into a sensual threat. Groom her to embrace her Goddess-like status.

And train her to become…

Our lethal pet.