Page 234 of Psycho Beasts

Before I could do something I regretted—like gut the men with my bare hands and fuck Sadie atop their corpses to stake my claim—I flung her back into Jax’s and Ascher’s hands.

The gold thread calmed but didn’t stop burning.

We were all pissed.

I taunted the fuckers who dared get too close to her, mollified by the way Jax and Ascher kissed her all over and covered her with our scent.

If she were our packmate, she would reek of us and we wouldn’t need to threaten others.

But she wasn’t, and it was driving us all mad.

The void still screamed at me.

My leathers were too tight as blood rushed to my dick, the urge to claim Sadie a constant ache I’d come to live with.

Yanking Xerxes, I marched forward to the platform.

Visions of Kitten’s lips almost touching the cheeks of the other men replayed in my head like a nightmare.

The void was all I knew.

Instead of running from it, I fell into it. Allowed it to help gird me for what was inevitable. What we were all going to do.

What happened next was a hazy blur.

I snapped a beta’s femur when he got in my way.

I told the announcer who we were, what we were, and watched the man’s eyes light up with excitement at a show.

Kitten glared at me, legs wide on a spinning platform, as her sheer dress did nothing to conceal her cranberry-red nipples and sweet little cunt.

Lights flickered above her, making her gold skin glow like the little goddess she was.

“You think you can kiss other men, Kitten?” I taunted her, reminding her of what had plunged me into the void.

Reminding her of the hard truth she was too afraid to accept.

She was mine.

Kitten rolled her eyes.

My dick became painfully hard at her defiance. She was such a little brat. The predator inside me always reared up with excitement when she gave me sass.

The men told her the error of her ways, all of us enjoying the way she spat fire and was completely unrepentant.

Kitten didn’t kowtow for any man.

I taunted her, loving the way sparks leaped in her eyes.

Xerxes lay down on the spinning platform.

I cracked the whip.

Slammed the leather across his flesh, watching with satisfaction as the crowd roared and the omega’s eyes glazed with pleasure. The whole time, watching Sadie’s face. Loving the way she gnawed on her lower lip and pressed her thighs together.

The crowd screamed as thousands stared at my kitten’s perfect little body.

Her unique golden skin glowed like a beacon.

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