Page 186 of Psycho Beasts

I choked on a sob as my pussy clenched with euphoria, and my vision blurred.

Cobra sneered mockingly in my face. “Come for me, baby girl.”

Xerxes tormented my overly sensitive nipples.

Cobra tortured my sore pussy, and two other alphas groaned loudly.

Frosty cinnamon, warm chestnuts, and rich pine wrapped around me in a luscious fog.

When my core finally stopped fluttering, Cobra dragged his fingers out of my heat and brought them to his mouth.

Xerxes gave my nipple one last pinch and kissed the back of my neck softly.

“Shit, that was hot,” Ascher growled.

He gripped his tattooed dick in his hand, white cum dripping down his fingers.

Jax stood unnaturally still, nose flared, with a massive erection tenting his sweatpants.

The world had a dreamlike quality as Jax stalked across the room and grabbed Cobra’s hand.

Slowly, Jax dragged Cobra’s pale fingers into his dark-pink lips and wantonly licked my cream off them.

“Obviously,” Jax drawled, his deep voice imitating what I’d said a few minutes ago.

“What?” I asked, legs shaking from my release as exhaustion from the sexual onslaught of the past hours made me want to curl up and sleep for days.

Jax slowly dragged his tongue across Cobra’s jeweled fingers, gathering up every drop.

“Obviously Sadie has a praise kink. Little alpha likes to be bossed around.” Jax arched an eyebrow, reminding me of his large body kneeling over me as he shoved his pierced dick down my throat. “Don’t you, love?”

Xerxes chuckled, and Ascher began to pump his cock again in his fist.

My skin erupted in goose bumps, and I looked away from the men as my face burned with embarrassment.

An uncharacteristic wave of self-consciousness twisted my gut, and I pushed myself out of Xerxes’s hold.

Were the men making fun of me?

On shaky legs, I stumbled around the room with my head down, looking for my sweatpants.

The aftermath of my orgasm left me feeling raw and vulnerable.

All the men were still in a pack without me and were able to communicate with each other.

It hadn’t mattered before, but now it seemed vitally important.

Were they just using me for sex?

I found a pile of ripped clothes and awkwardly flung the tatters over my frame.

“I’m gonna go talk to Aran,” I mumbled under my breath as I moved to the door.

Jax blocked my path, and he gripped my arms. “You misunderstood, little alpha.”

Warm chestnuts saturated the air with musky sweetness. “It was an honor to have you beneath me, and you have nothing to be ashamed of.”

He dragged his thumb over my lips and pressed a soft kiss to my forehead. “You’re perfect for us, and we’re going to make you ours. We just need to sit down as a group and clear the air. It’s a lot to expect you to handle all of us at once.” He pressed featherlight kisses across my closed eyelids. “We don’t want to overwhelm you. Is that okay with you, sweetheart?”

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