Page 184 of Psycho Beasts

Abruptly, the three alphas rubbed at their chests and staggered back.

Their eyes glowed with the same bright ring that had appeared when they’d formed a pack, and they stumbled like they were envisioning something.

I grimaced. If Xerxes was showing them what we’d done through their bond, there was no shot that was going to defuse the situation.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck,” Ascher chanted under his breath as he staggered into the wall and hit his head.

Xerxes grinned down at me and dragged his fingers across the back of my neck like he knew exactly what had sparked my arousal.

Damn intoxicating omega.

“Sun god save us,” Jax muttered in prayer.

Cobra’s lips parted. “No.” It was like he refused to believe what he was seeing.

His gorgeous features were carved granite as he stood unnaturally still.

“Yep.” I popped the p, unable to help myself.

Good, I hoped they were watching me cream on Xerxes’s vibrating dick, and I hoped they realized he was more of a man than they would ever be.

How dare they try to shame him and make him think what we’d done was wrong?

Cobra’s head snapped up, and his emerald eyes, colder than the cut jewels they resembled, speared me where I stood.

“So Kitten has a praise kink.”

I scowled. “It’s not that big of a dea—”

Abruptly, Cobra lunged forward, and I sputtered with surprise.

He towered in front of me, shadow snakes in a frenzy across his porcelain skin.

Stepping back, I bumped against Xerxes, who protectively wrapped a bicep around my naked chest.

Still in his hand, the wicked knife glinted menacingly as it lay close to my flesh.

Cobra leaned forward.

Xerxes tightened his grip.

Biting frost mixed with spicy cinnamon, and my eyes watered as the harsh scents mingled.

Lucinda’s assessment that Xerxes and Cobra were more bark than bite flitted through my mind.

Pressed between the two of them, I realized something profound.

My sister was a shit judge of character.

Cobra whispered, “Kitten wants to be choked.”

He crowded my personal space until his gorgeous cheekbones and perfect lips were centimeters from my own.

I hummed in agreement.

“Kitten wants to be bitten.” Cold fingers trailed across my sensitive neck, leaving a trail of ice in their wake.

Sarcasm dripped from my voice. “Obviously.”

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