Page 237 of Psycho Beasts

It shattered me.

I plunged my cock deep down her throat and told her with each thrust of my hips that I loved her back. Tenderly holding her chin still, I fucked her throat.

Worshipped her.

Jax took me from behind, his warmth and impressive size a familiar weight that grounded me.

Endless pleasure burned through my senses as I was surrounded by those I cared about. Those I would do anything to protect.

They were the reason the void no longer tried to break me, the reason it welcomed me with open arms.

When Xerxes finally moved and Ascher wrapped his arms around Kitten and matched the pace, her eyes glazed over with pleasure.

Euphoria sparked across the gold thread.

We were complete.

When she screamed as she came, when I pulled back and coated my seed across her golden skin, the void whispered what I’d been unable to face all along.

I didn’t own my kitten.

My kitten owned me.

And it was everything.

When we’d all stop trembling from releases that brought us to an ungodly high, the lights switched on above us, and the announcer walked back out.

He yelled things to the crowd, and the entire club roared in response, but I didn’t hear what they said. I was too busy staring at Sadie. Her eyes widened with fear, and her breath caught.

Fuck. I screamed across the bond as we all realized at once that Sadie wasn’t okay.

It had been too much.

Too fast.

Just what we’d been so scared of.

I drowned in the void. I’d lost myself in my anger and allowed it to fuel me forward. Fuel my performance.

What woman would be okay after what we’d just done?

I was a monster.

Before I could do anything, Sadie turned and bolted, running away from us, down the stairs in the masses.

I shoved past the announcer and sprinted after her, breaking beta limbs as I followed the growing-fainter scent of cranberry wine.

This was our fault.

My fault.

I had to make it right.

The gold thread screamed with tension, fraying at the edges as desolation and anxiety streamed through it.

The highest highs had the lowest fucking lows.

Kitten deserved to be coddled after we’d all taken her for the first time. She deserved to be pampered and given soft kisses.

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