Page 152 of Psycho Beasts

Xerxes threw his head back and moaned as he gripped his cock with both hands.

Sugary cinnamon wafted from him with such intensity that I swore the air sparkled with saccharide.

A log crackled and popped in the fire. Boots crunched softly over freshly fallen snow. Soft jazz music played.

A flickering orange glow bathed the half-naked omega in soft light.

Shadows kissed his overly lush lips and sharp jawline.

His eyes were heavy-lidded, and his long sooty lashes that were fit for a prince cast shadows across his high cheekbones.

Up close, his heavily muscled stomach was impressive, and the network of veins that trailed across his forearms continued across his dick.

Two leather sheaths, one across each of his massive thighs, held wickedly sharp daggers.

I forgot how to breathe.

He stroked along himself softly, then tipped his head forward. Amethyst eyes glowing bright, his ruby-red lips pulled into a challenging smirk.

Once again, I tried to be the voice of reason. “Um, should we talk about this?” I meant to sound commanding, but my scratchy voice was a breathy rasp.

His honeyed, accented voice was practically a growl. “No.”

Then, as if to punctuate his statement, Xerxes gripped his dick tightly and pushed it downward.

He took a step closer to the bed, feet planted wide.

“Look, Sadie,” he commanded.

Since he knew my name, the heat hadn’t turned him completely mindless. That was good.

Right?

I couldn’t help but snap back, “Didn’t you want Clarissa to join your heat?”

Yes, I was a jealous ho. I never pretended not to be petty; sometimes you just had to be.

A long omega whine filled the space. “No. Never. Only Sadie.”

I pursed my lips, irrationally comforted by those four words.

The cinnamon scent was growing unbelievably intoxicating, and I licked the sugary spice off my lips. He seemed pretty certain. Who was I to argue against such an eloquent response?

When I didn’t say anything, the omega whine became higher pitched and more broken.

My chest clenched with anxiety, and I fought the urge to jump up and soothe him.

Xerxes brokenly whispered, “Please, Sadie.”

The purr in my chest increased in intensity until the blanket vibrated around me.

His tensed shoulders relaxed at the sound, and he took another step closer so his knees nudged the edge of the massive bed.

The jazz music played softly, and the enchantment created the illusion that piles of fresh snowfall were gathering around us.

The fireplace leaped and spun behind him.

His long hair billowing on a phantom winter’s breeze, the flames surrounded Xerxes in glowing shadows and created the illusion that he was a dark prince from the rumored god realm stepping forth to conquer me.

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