Page 126 of Psycho Beasts

A heavy weight fell across my lap.

Jax was a blurry figure, head in his hands as he slumped across my lap dejectedly.

I slammed my head back against the headboard. The pain distracted me from the pressure in my eyes. Don’t you dare break down.

“Princess.” The bed dipped as Ascher crawled across the other side of the bed and settled next to me.

His tattooed fingers gently traced across my face and wiped away the moisture. He was so tall he sat high above me against the headboard and looked down at me.

Chestnut and pine comforted me, and the knot that had formed in my chest when they’d joined a pack without me loosened slowly.

Xerxes and Cobra stood across the room and stared at us.

They didn’t move.

Both men looked lost, frozen, like they were being approached by an unknown enemy. Both were large and intimidating warriors who didn’t know how to express what they were feeling, so you never knew what they were going to do.

It made them terrifying.

Their eyes darkened as they stared at me.

All four men shared a glance, and the room filled with an unfamiliar tension, like they’d had a silent conversation.

Suddenly, I was extremely nervous.

Ascher leaned down, his breath hot against my face as he untied the gag around my mouth.

Once my mouth was free, I gasped for air and got ready to deliver a scathing retort to their heavy-handed treatment.

The words died in my throat.

A tongue slowly licked across the seam of my lips, and musk engulfed my senses.

Tattooed fingers slowly traced across my jaw and tipped my head back.

Pine exploded across my senses as Ascher deepened the kiss, his tongue strong and sure as he traced my mouth wantonly.

“My sweet princess,” he whispered as he pulled his head back and ran his thumb slowly across my cheekbones.

Our breath mingled, and I struggled to process what had just happened.

Before I could say something awkward and make both of us uncomfortable, a large, callused hand grabbed my jaw and turned my head to the other side.

Warm chestnuts were delicious on my tongue as Jax tangled his fingers in my hair and kissed me deeply.

When he finally released me, I was gasping, and an ache throbbed between my legs.

As soon as Jax released me, Ascher grabbed my jaw again. His mouth was rougher than Jax’s, more demanding, as he kissed me deeply.

Jax’s hands slowly traced up underneath my T-shirt, and his callused palms grabbed me and easily spanned my rib cage.

I gasped into Ascher’s mouth.

Ever so slowly, Jax pushed underneath my sports bra until his hands were flush against my small breasts.

Ascher kissed me deeper, his hand tightening on my jaw so I couldn’t move away from him. Not that I wanted to.

Jax’s callused fingers rolled both my nipples.

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