Page 219 of Psycho Beasts

Xerxes flinched dramatically, like it hurt, but his eyes smoldered.

The violence turned him on.

Cobra stalked toward him, then leaned down and slammed his palm across his face.

The roar of the crowd covered Xerxes’s moan of pleasure.

Cobra sent me more images of love through the shadow snake on his skin as he leaned down and pulled out Xerxes’s massive cock.

His knot was vibrating.

Need gushed between my legs as I remembered just how Xerxes had taken me. What that knot had done to me.

The omega tilted his head down and curled his shoulders like he was ashamed, but he looked at me with his purple eyes, and he licked his lips.

Faster than my eyes could track, his eyebrow arched mockingly at me. He quickly masked his expression.

Fuck.

I clenched my thighs together.

Sprawling across the platform, olive skin stretched over endless muscles glistening with sweat, blood dripping across his chest, hard cock standing stark across his leather pants, black kohl smeared down his face, collar around his neck.

Xerxes had never looked so tempting.

It was wrong.

But I was painfully turned on.

The roar of the crowd was far away. The moving platform, strobe lights, and cigarette smoke cast a dreamlike quality around the moment.

“Bad omegas get fucked by alphas!” Cobra bellowed for show as he cracked his whip in the air, face contorted in rage.

From the hard bulge in his leather, he was enjoying the role-play. Of course he would thrive as a psychotic BDSM master.

I was so busy watching what was happening between Xerxes and Cobra, that I was taken by surprise when Jax and Ascher grabbed my arms and dragged me forward.

They brought me to Cobra like I was some virgin sacrifice for the taking.

I fought the urge to roll my eyes at the dramatics and instead tried to look meek and scared, which was excessively difficult.

An inappropriate giggle bubbled in my throat.

Cobra leaned forward and whispered just for me, “You’ve been a bad girl. And bad girls get punished.” His tongue flicked out and snaked down the side of my face.

I swallowed another chuckle.

Cobra sounded ridiculous.

He moved impossibly quick and latched his mouth around my breast, teeth and tongue scraping through the sheer material that barely covered me.

The giggle died in my throat as a burning fire replaced my mirth.

I drowned in frost.

Cobra sucked each of my nipples, then pushed two fingers roughly inside me.

We both knew he could feel how wet I was as I gushed on his fingers, turned on by his little show.

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