Page 215 of Psycho Beasts

People stared at me.

“Dean and Logan, isn’t it? What are you guys doing here?” I asked casually and forced my arms to my side like I was comfortable standing half-naked in front of random men.

Their eyes slowly traced my body.

I stayed relaxed.

“We got an invite from our packmate. Said things would be going down here tonight, and looks like he was right.” Dean grinned, showcasing his dimples.

I leaned forward into their personal space, angling my head up so they could hear me.

Dean closed his eyes as he breathed in deep. Logan reached forward and trailed his hands down my long white hair.

They were both handsome and fit, but they seemed boyish and young compared to the men standing behind me. Too eager.

Their alpha scents were slightly sweet.

I preferred when they burned.

“I heard there was a secret club here,” I said coyly and licked my lips as I stood on tiptoe to yell. “Have you heard anything about that?”

Dean tipped his head back and laughed, green scales flashing in the shadows. “Aren’t you a wild one.”

Logan shook his head. “Everyone knows you have to be pretty depraved to get an invite. At the very least, you have to put on a show.” He gestured to the floating platform a few stories above us.

“Hm, interesting,” I said coyly and smiled up at them. Our instincts had been right.

They moved closer, licking their lips, clearly expecting a reward for the information.

I shied away from their roaming hands but leaned higher on my tiptoes and puckered my lips, aiming for Logan’s cheek.

A hand grabbed my hair and pulled me back before I could make contact. Cobra slammed his mouth into mine with such ferocity, my knees gave out.

I would have fallen if not for his other hand curling around to grab my ass.

Frost burned my lips.

Finally, he released me with a hiss and pushed me into Jax’s arm.

The big man held me still against him while Ascher trailed kisses down my jaw, his hands pushing underneath the gossamer fabric to trail across my naked body.

“Oops, sorry about that,” Cobra snarled at the two men, who were scowling at Jax and Ascher touching me. “Sometimes Kitten forgets herself.”

Snake eyes glowed in the dark.

I shivered.

Jax leaned forward to claim my mouth as Ascher slowly licked across my neck. Xerxes stared at the three of us, purple eyes on fire.

Cobra yanked Xerxes’s chain and dragged him past Logan and Dean, who were still standing in the middle of the stairs.

Jax released my mouth, but his callused hand tightened across my ass as he pushed me forward.

Ascher kept sucking on my neck.

“Sorry about that,” I mumbled to Logan as we pressed past them and followed Cobra.

Jax’s gold chains tickled my skin as he leaned forward and growled into my ear. “Oh, you’re going to be sorry.”

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