33. Flame

WatchingReaper carve that R into Alina's skin has my inner jaguar pacing inside. He's not upset. He's excited.

Because my animal knows I'm next.

The beautiful, naked canvas before me is my playground.

I can bite her wherever I choose and mark her for eternity.

Orcus chose her breast.

Reaper chose her pussy—or the area right above it, anyway.

And I… I'm going to choose… soon.

"Alina Everheart," Reaper says, his focus entirely on our mate. "I, Reaper of the Death Fae, choose you as my soul's mate. I vow to worship your mind and body, protect your heart and soul, and marry my spirit to yours for eternity. You are mine and I am yours. Until death do we prosper."

He presses his bloody palm to her hip, causing a shudder to roll through them both.

There are no words for Alina to say during the ceremony. It's all about her soul's acceptance of Reaper's vow. And from what I can tell, the process has already begun.

She squeezes my hand, then reaches for Reaper with her opposite palm. He's there in the next breath, his lips crashing down on hers as energy hums all around them.

Orcus growls, the sound one of intense approval.

My jaguar responds in kind.

I want her. We want her. She's the key. Our heart. The middle to the circle we created long ago.

She moans as Reaper grinds himself against her, his jeans the only barrier between them. Alina isn't lost to her heat yet—something that surprised me when she woke up—but I can tell she's close.

Our girl is holding on for as long as she can because she wants to remember this. To experience us. To be able to consent to everything we want to do to her before she loses her mind to lust.

My sweet, beautiful panther,I marvel, loving that she's a fighter.

She showcases some of that fight now as she releases me to tussle with Reaper's jeans. He doesn't help her, the sadist wanting to make her work for it. It's not until she growls at him that he grins and lifts his body to help her with the process.

Then he grabs her thighs, spreads her, and thrusts right into her slick heat.

No foreplay. No warning. Just a feral claim.

My balls tighten at the display, my animal roaring with the need to do exactly that—to take, fuck, please.

Alina scratches her nails down Reaper's back, her mouth parted on a scream that he silences with his mouth.

It's a hedonistic display.

Rough. Angry. Passionate.

They're in each other's minds, feeling each other's emotions, and riding the high of their connection.

Orcus leans against a bedpost, his hungry gaze taking in their mating while I lounge beside them, waiting for my turn to pounce.

It's a gorgeous fucking view, one that has my hand inching down to stroke my cock in response. My thumb teases the ring in the tip—a ring I want Alina to remove.

Hell, I want her to handle the bar, too.

It'll be her way of saying she's ready for my barb.

Otherwise, I'll hold it back. Which won't be pleasant at all. But for her, I'll do it.

"Reaper," she breathes, her legs encircling his waist as she drives her body upward to meet his movements.

Fucking beautiful, I marvel. I don't know what his mind—and Orcus's for that matter—are teaching her, but she's a star pupil. A wildcat.

I grip my shaft a little tighter, giving myself a solid pump that inspires a growl in my chest. It must be louder than I anticipated because both Reaper and Alina look at me, their eyes glazed over with arousal.

"Fuck, pet, I think your jaguar wants a taste," Reaper says, his voice low and purposeful. "Should I come inside you first, let him lap it all up with his tongue? Or do you want to feel us both inside you at once?"

Alina visibly quivers, her legs seeming to squeeze around Reaper.

"Oh, do that again," he groans, his head going to her neck. "Yeah, pet. Fuck that feels good."

Her nails dig into his shoulders, but her gaze goes to me. Then back to Reaper. "I…" She swallows. "When you say… both inside…?"

"I mean one of us in your pussy and one of us in your ass," he says, as straightforward as ever.

But Alina seems to appreciate his crass approach because the little panther licks her lips. "Both."

Reaper grins. "Excellent choice, pet." He starts to pull out of her, but her nails dig into his shoulders, her midnight gaze suddenly blazing like the stars on a dark night.

"Both," she repeats, drawing a growl from Orcus.

"There's my Goddess," he praises. "Reaper gave you a choice, but you're demanding both options."

Reaper's eyebrows lift.

Meanwhile, I groan. Because fuck that's hot.

"Use her slick to prepare her, Flame," Orcus tells me. "Use your fingers on her while Reaper fucks her."

Shit,I'm going to come just at the thought of what he's telling me to do.

It doesn't matter that Alina sucked me off this morning; it feels like days ago.

I'm so pent up with need for this woman that I'm ready to combust at just the thought of preparing her.

But Reaper is already moving, the pair of them rolling as he places himself on his back and forces her to straddle him. "Ride me, pet," he tells her. "Ride me while Flame plays with your ass."

Her tits sway as she follows his command, her hands braced on his chest. I sit up, fist my hand in her hair and kiss the shit out of her.

Orcus told me to prepare her.

Well, this is my way of preparing her.

She pants against my mouth, her body moving, her orgasm mounting, all while I dominate her with my tongue.

My jaguar purrs, the sound rolling over her in a sensual vibration that makes her gasp.

Yeah, I'm going to enjoy the fuck out of this.

I nip her bottom lip, then use my hand in her hair to push her down to Reaper's waiting mouth.

He kisses her with a ferocity I can almost feel, my groin tightening with excitement.

So. Fucking. Soon.

But I have to prepare our mate first.

My fingertips drift down her spine, over her alluring rump, and toward the place she's joined with Reaper. She's so wet that she practically soaks my hand. "You weren't kidding about Omega slick," I say to Orcus.

"I only shared what I've been told by previously mated Alphas. Everything… everything is true." He sounds pleased by that last part, and I can tell without looking at him that he's smiling fondly at Alina.

She shivers, suggesting he just said something into her mind.

Then she moans as Reaper wraps his shadows around her in ribbonlike binds that hold her down so he can ravage her mouth.

I leave Reaper to his bondage games and focus on Alina's curved backside. Goose bumps pebble along her skin as I spread her cheeks to reveal her tight little entrance.

She's going to need a lot of prepping to take us all here.

Because that's exactly what's going to happen—we're all going to claim each of her holes.

Over and over again.

Once she's lost to her heat, she won't even notice.

But until that happens, she's going to feel every inch.

Just as she does now as I slide one digit inside her. She clenches down around me, her body reacting to the foreign intrusion.

"Relax, Omega," Orcus tells her, either having picked up on her thoughts or having noticed her physical reaction.

I use her arousal to slide in and out of her, slowly and purposely. She follows Orcus's command, her muscles gradually loosening until I'm able to add a second finger.

Reaper curses as she jolts forward, her hips bucking against him.

"Don't let her come yet," Orcus says.

Alina starts to voice a complaint, but Reaper cuts it off with his tongue, his dark tendrils seeming to pet her with his hands, which probably makes it feel as though she has multiple palms stroking her.

And it looks like some of those strands are between them, no doubt teasing her tits and clit.

She's a writhing mess.

Sounds escape her, only to be swallowed by Reaper.

She's breathing hard.

Sweating.

Ready to burst.

And Reaper is thrusting up into her from below.

He's close. I can tell by his movements, the harshness of his thrusts, the way he's clinging to her while I insert a third finger into her ass.

"Now," Orcus demands, the word for Reaper. Or maybe for Alina. Or perhaps even for me.

Regardless, it's his way of commanding pleasure for his Omega. Forourmate.

Oh, I might not have claimed her yet, but that doesn't make her any less mine.

Reaper growls.

And Alina screams, her back arching as her insides squeeze.

Fuck, I can feel her coming with my fingers, her orgasm a vibration that reminds me of my purr. It's so alluring. So addicting. So beautiful.

I want to worship this woman for eternity. Draw those sounds from her every day. Make her fall apart on repeat until she begs me to stop.

Orcus's rumble of approval has Alina trembling all over again, her Omega soul naturally responding to her chosen Alpha.

I can't wait to ignite our connection, to let her feel my jaguar. It's going to be explosive. Emotional. And a little bit savage.

"Fuck, pet," Reaper groans, following her over the edge into oblivion. With her insides clamping down around my fingers, I can only imagine how tightly she's gripping him with her pussy.

It must be good because he shudders, his release long and hard and making her moan in response.

She's insatiable, just like a fae should be.

Which means she won't need long to recover.

Orcus was different, his Godlike prowess having knocked her out.

Oh, Reaper and I could do it, too. And we would.

But not yet.

This was just meant to take the edge off.

Because our mate wanted both options.

Which means it's almost time for me to lick.

My jaguar rumbles in excitement, eager to taste her. To claim her. To fuck her.

However, I hold him back, my fingers gently stretching her as she and Reaper come down from their high.

Her tremors slowly abate, her body going limp on top of Reaper. His strands run all over her in a tender caress as he kisses her, reveling in their new bond.

"Ready for Flame to clean you up, pet?" he asks softly. "Because I think he's eager to tongue-fuck you."

That I am.

I ease my fingers out of her and let Reaper roll her into position. Then I crawl between her legs to feast on her slick sex.

It's a unique smoky-and-sweet flavor that has my inner animal growling for more. I let Alina hear that hungry sound, wanting her to know what's coming for her. Because I'll be inside her next. And my jaguar isn't going to go easy on her.

I slip my hand behind her to keep preparing her backside while I lap up every inch of her cunt, just like Reaper said I would.

By the time I'm done, Alina's writhing in the sheets all over again.

I don't need Orcus to tell me to drag this out and deny her orgasm; I do that on my own. Because I want our mate wet and needy and begging.

She grabs my hair, trying to drag my tongue up to her clit.

I deny her and kiss a path downward instead, only pausing when my lips meet her thigh.

A protest escapes her as I withdraw my hands and mouth, her gaze flying downward. "Flame."

I smile.

Then shift into my jaguar form, eliciting a shocked gasp from her.

Reaper chuckles. "Intrigued by the concept of bestiality, pet?"

Her eyes widen, her expression telling me she's nowhere near ready for that. Hell, she may never be into it either. And that's okay. My jaguar is content with me fucking her in human form.

But he's the one who has to claim her for our bond to snap into place.

Which Orcus explains for me now as he calmly says, "Flame's not going to fuck you like this, little one. But he is going to bite you."

Hell yes, I'm going to bite her.

And I'm not going to wait either.

Because I need to be inside this woman, not just physically but mentally, too.

My jaguar sinks his teeth into her inner thigh, claiming her intimately as ours.

The bond is immediate, the energy warming my blood as I shift back into my human form.

Alina's eyes are still wide when I crawl over her, my mate alarmed and impressed by the swiftness of my claim.

I… I can feel you, she whispers into my mind. Fae, I can feel all three of you.

I smile. Just wait until all three of us are fucking you at the same time. You're going to be so fucking full that you won't even be able to think.

She shivers, her irises almost completely overtaken by her pupils. I… I think I'll like that.

I press my lips to hers before whispering, "You'll fucking love it, little panther."

But there's one more item for us to cover before we begin again.

My barb.