Page 167 of Psycho Beasts

Xerxes released my entire boob with a pop and dragged his tongue wantonly across my lower lip.

The hand choking me lessened its pressure, and I opened my mouth to gasp for air.

He used the opening to angle his head and press his tongue deep into my mouth.

It wasn’t a kiss.

Xerxes mercilessly battled my tongue, shoving cinnamon down my throat. It was a claiming.

With his mouth still consuming mine, he growled into me, “That’s my baby girl.”

The hand around my throat squeezed tightly until I saw stars.

Just before the world could go dark, his fingers released, and I gasped, choking on the cinnamon tongue still buried deep in my mouth.

I dragged my tongue along his and fought to claim him back as he buried himself deeper into my mouth.

Wrenching my head to the side, I snarled, “You’re mine.”

Purple eyes engulfed in fire, too-pretty omega features sneered. “Bet.”

As the word crossed his lips, he rammed his vibrating cock through my virginity, slamming my body against the wall.

I screamed.

He bellowed.

The pain was excruciating—his knot ground against my clit with impossible speed—so was the pleasure.

I sobbed as once again I came.

“MY ALPHA!” he bellowed.

There was no air in the room, only cinnamon, sex, and aggression.

Xerxes pulled back and repeatedly slammed his dick into my cervix.

I’d been right; he was a dark prince.

Purple eyes glowed demonically, long hair billowed on a blizzard, and muscles rippled with impossible strength.

The hilts of his daggers jabbed into my thighs.

I’d always liked villains.

Xerxes quietly growled, “I own your cunt.”

I screamed as another orgasm hurtled through me.

As shock waves pulsed through my core and ass, I brought my lips to his ear. “Fuck you, Xerxes.”

My voice was awed, the words a prayer.

It sounded like, I love you.

The last semblance of any sanity snapped, and Xerxes succumbed to his snarling beast.

Xerxes growled, “No, fuck you, baby girl.”

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