Page 213 of Psycho Beasts

Cobra led, roughly yanking Xerxes forward as the rest of us followed.

The bouncer’s eyes trailed across my naked body partially exposed in the sheer fabric, and bile burned the back of my throat.

I pushed my shoulders back and forced my face to harden.

Ascher’s fingers, still pressed against my lower back, curled and dug into my skin.

Pine spiked muskier. His gait faltered slightly, like he was fighting a reaction, but he quickly masked it.

It took every ounce of my willpower not to gape as we entered.

High ceilings towered above the massive open space.

Metal stairs with chain railings climbed stories into the sky and filled the middle of the room in a massive maze.

Colored lights flashed.

Darkness, then neon red; darkness, then neon orange.

Bodies filled the stairs, wrapped around one another, pumping into one another in endless positions.

Concealed in shadows, then exposed by flashing colors.

Bodies dangled off the railings from leather straps, hundreds of feet in the air, as people on other levels pushed into them, licked their bare skin, pushed into holes, and pulled at cocks.

Cigarette smoke wafted.

Lights flashed.

Techno music pumped.

Moans echoed.

Leather masks with holes over the mouths concealed faces, whips cracked against flesh, leashes tugged collars, knives dragged across skin, lighters were held over flesh, burning cigarettes pressed against partners, handcuffs constrained, and ropes tied.

Cum dripped off leather.

The burning scent of betas was overpowering, but rich alpha scents and a few hints of omega sweetness joined the crescendo of sensory overload.

In the very middle of the maze of stairs, floating by enchantment, was a round velvet platform.

White lights flickered above it, the centerpiece of the room. Everyone’s eyes were on them.

Five women fucked one man.

He was blindfolded, on his hands and knees, as strap-ons slammed into his ass and mouth and he pumped into the woman lying beneath him.

Two stood above in full leather outfits and slammed long whips across his flesh.

There were thousands of people in this club, and we needed to catch the Ortega brothers’ attention and get access to their backroom club.

The instructions had said it was invite only.

Xerxes pointed at the platform, and I nodded in agreement.

Jax’s and Ascher’s faces tightened with worry, and the fingers resting on my lower back curled until nails dug into my skin. Cobra arched his eyebrows at Xerxes and me.

“For the girls!” I yelled at Jax and Ascher.

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