Page 156 of Psycho Beasts

Offering us his home in the realm that hurt him.

Following me into a torture room. Hanging on a rope and begging me to be all right. His screams as I fought in the ring.

Curled up in the fetal position on a chair.

Afraid to care.

Afraid to be cared for.

There was no one else in the realms like Xerxes.

I didn’t want to be with any other omega; I didn’t even want to fight with any other omega.

As the moment extended between us, Xerxes started to sit up and pull away. He took my silence as my answer.

I reached out and grabbed his shoulder. “Yes, I want this.”

He stilled.

I wanted to fight with Xerxes.

My voice was a low whisper. “Please, I want all of you. Don’t hold back.”

The snow became a blizzard. The sparks between us exploded.

Xerxes threw himself atop me and let himself go.

We both did.

Chapter 28

Xerxes

CRASHING TOGETHER

A few minutes earlier

I curled on the bed and heaved as my dick throbbed with agony.

An omega wasn’t supposed to go through heat until they’d fully bonded with their alphas.

Even then, it usually took months before an omega’s body was comfortable enough to want to procreate.

Punching my pillow, I gnawed on my lower lip, desperate for the wave of agony to stop clawing at my lower stomach.

Walter, who had served the family for years and was very knowledgeable on all ABO bodily afflictions, thought my unusual heat was because of the years I’d taken suppressants in the fae realm.

Even so, it shouldn’t have been this intense.

I screamed into my fluffy pillow as I rutted onto the covers and rode out the pain.

The worst part was while the bond between the men was growing stronger, I didn’t want to fuck them.

With my past…I refused to fuck someone just because.

I refused to use my body for pleasure while my mind screamed at me to stop.

I refused to come while my spirits sank and I broke.

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