Page 164 of Psycho Beasts

Purple eyes glowed like beacons, and he dragged himself up to snarl in my face. “Say the fucking words.”

I leaned forward until my lips rested softly against his, and he stilled and opened slightly, an invitation for a gentle kiss.

So close, I could see the glowing ruby of my eyes reflected in his.

I inhaled cinnamon, the tangy, spicy fire on my breath, and I exhaled into his mouth. “No.”

There was a split second where Xerxes processed that I’d thrown down a challenge.

The moment he understood, the snow became a blizzard, the soft fire an overwhelming heat.

“Good girl,” Xerxes praised as he grabbed underneath my arms and, in one smooth move, stood up and slammed my body hard against the wall.

I alpha-purred.

He pinned me with his size while he arched forward.

The low ceiling barely cleared his head.

In another life, I would have been outraged by how he tossed my body around.

I wrapped my legs around his hips and bucked my core against him. In this position, the movement of his knot made his thick dick vibrate against me.

Need gushed from me.

I ground against the delicious friction.

Reaching forward, I bit Xerxes’s pec with all my might. Spicy copper exploded across my tongue, and I moved my head to bite beside it.

His hips snapped forward, and the wall shook as my back slapped against it.

My eyes watered at the vibrations against my core. My thighs shook with the beginnings of ecstasy.

White flakes fell around us, and the enchantment coupled with the chill against my back gave the sensation that I was being ravaged in a snowstorm.

I dragged my mouth across his other pec and bit down until my teeth punctured flesh.

Then I did it again until I marked every square inch of his skin.

Claimed him.

Blood dripped down my chin, and I rasped, “My omega.”

Xerxes paused and stared at me.

“Good, baby girl,” he said reverently as his hips threw me harder against the wall, then he leaned down and dragged his stubble across my sensitive neck.

Need pulsed between my chest and core as his chest rubbed against my overly stimulated nipples.

With his hips pinning me to the wall, he brought both hands up to my boobs and palmed them.

I arched my back harder, desperate for more friction.

The cinnamon on my lips, vibrations between my legs, stubble against my neck, and palms against my chest had me writhing, untethered to reality.

He overwhelmed me with need.

I slammed my fists against his muscled back, begging him for something I didn’t completely understand.

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