Page 279 of Psycho Beasts

Xerxes’s eyes shot open.

A few moments later, Xerxes restrained me across Cobra’s lap as the psycho spanked me.

Cobra whispered reverently as he massaged my backside, “I told you I would punish you for fighting me at the ball.”

“He did tell you that,” Xerxes said casually like they weren’t both being completely irrational. He tugged at the long chain around my neck and whispered, “Baby girl, you’re going to count for us or we’re adding ten more.”

Cobra’s palm smacked my ass, and I groaned with pleasure.

Then he trailed his hands down the cursive letters I’d gotten tattooed down my spine. L. O. Y. A. L. T. Y.

It looked pretty badass, if you asked me.

Of course, all the men had gotten theirs tattooed across their necks for maximum effect, even Ascher, who’d just placed it over his existing flames.

I’d picked my back because it was covered in a patchwork of scars. My skin told my story, and I wasn’t forgetting the past, because I was done hiding from it.

Instead, I was making something new.

Cobra spanked me harder, and I growled, “Fuck you both.” But the bond strumming between us told a different story.

“We love you too,” they chorused back as Xerxes yanked on the chain and Cobra spanked me.

Afterwards, when we all collapsed satiated, Jax pulled me against him.

The big man scooted me between his legs and whispered, “Are you okay love? Were they too rough with you?”

“Nah, it was fun,” I said sleepily as chestnuts surrounded me.

Jax gathered my tangled hair in his hands and gently plaited it.

Ascher sat up with a cheeky grin. “I’m good Jax, thanks for asking.” He rolled over, so he was pressed against me.

I giggled at his antics.

Jax’s warm fingers traced across my neck and sent delicious tingles down my spine.

Since I lost my finger, he’d appointed himself in charge of doing my hair. I told him I could still do it, but he would hear nothing of it. As a result, I constantly found myself tugged against the big man as he braided my hair.

Now, I melted against Jax as he lay my hair down gently and and peppered soft kisses across my forehead.

In his arms, I was warm and loved.

“Aw, I want a kiss too,” Ascher whined, his tattooed hands grabbing playfully at us.

The three of us laughed as we snuggled together.

Not wanting to be left out, Cobra and Xerxes pushed themselves close, so we lay in a giant pile.

In the shape of a star, a gold string connected our pack.

Love held us together.

Forever.

I wouldn’t have it any other way.

Aran

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