Page 155 of Psycho Beasts

I’d felt a very similar design pressed against my body for hours in the clinic.

The implication of where his knot would align on my body was revolutionary.

It changed everything.

Because omega males had a vibrating clit stimulator on their vibrating cocks.

At that moment, I understood fully why alpha women were obsessed with omega men.

They must know.

This was riot worthy.

Life changing.

I barely had time to work through the implications of everything, when large hands reached down and started tugging off my oversize sweatshirt.

“You’re mine,” Xerxes growled like a caveman.

My groin spasmed.

With my arms up and the sweatshirt tugged awkwardly over my head, I nodded. “One hundred percent. What you said.”

He snarled with annoyance.

Then there was a loud rip as the offending fabric was shredded and discarded with his sweatpants.

As I lay on the floor with my small chest exposed, Xerxes stood over me like a dark god.

The full extent of everything that was happening hit me, and I instinctually covered my boobs with my hands.

Xerxes fell onto all fours, his muscles rippling as he crawled naked atop me and whispered, “Don’t.”

Face-to-face with me, his arms on either side of my head, his body overwhelmed me with its sheer size.

He licked his lips and leaned forward.

Before his mouth found the delicate skin of my throat, he pulled back abruptly and turned his head to the side.

His arms were shaking, and his voice cracked.

He spoke in short bursts, like he was seconds from collapsing. “If you don’t want this. Heat. Overwhelming. I’ll stop. Sadie. Tell me. Please.”

Jazz music danced softly in the background.

The fire glowed.

Our history was a bitter spice.

His bitter betrayal in the shifter realm. My jailer in the fae realm. Angry purple eyes snarling at me. Flashing twin daggers and threatening to kill me. Calling me names. Snarling at me in the hall.

But it was also unexpectedly sweet.

A fluffy kitten purring on my chest. Tucking a blanket over him as he shook from a nightmare. Guarding the bathroom door as I showered.

Xerxes pushing me against the wall and asking if I meant it when I’d said I’d pamper him.

Him turning on the fae queen, twin daggers embedded in the skull of my attacker.

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