Page 42 of Psycho Beasts

Xerxes looked like Prince Charming, and he was also filthy rich. It didn’t take a genius to put two and two together.

Had my instincts been wrong?

His fingers tightened against my rib cage, and he pulled me out of Ascher’s arms so I was pressed flush against him.

Ever so slowly, Xerxes leaned his handsome face down so he was bent at the waist and we were eye to eye. He leaned his heavily muscled arms against the side of his mansion so I was caged against him.

My stomach cramped as warm, spicy cinnamon wafted off him in a delectable cloud that even the rain couldn’t cover up.

My mouth watered.

Rivulets of red streaked across the sides of his handsome face.

“Yes, I am rich.” His swollen mouth hovered so close to mine that I couldn’t breathe. “No, I don’t regret it. Especially now.”

My heart hammered as I tried to decipher his meaning. “That’s embarrassing for you,” I whispered back.

He traced a callused finger down the side of my neck.

My core spasmed.

Xerxes’s voice deepened until it was a low growl. “You know what’s embarrassing?”

He paused, and I gulped.

I took the bait. “What?”

Xerxes leaned forward until his lips tickled my ears. “How obsessed you’re going to be once you enjoy one of the showers in my mansion.”

I narrowed my eyes at him as I tried to ignore the way my legs were suddenly trembling.

Purple eyes flashing, he grinned. “Also, yes.”

“Yes, what?”

“I’m a rich prick.”

His words penetrated the thick haze that was fogging my brain. “Wait, what?” I pulled back.

A stuffy voice said, “Master Xerxes, your arrival is a delight. The moon goddess has blessed us.”

Xerxes pulled away from me and turned to greet the short man, who was dressed in an impeccable business suit with a handkerchief draped over his arm.

My knees were still wobbly from the intensity of the omega pinning me to the wall, but I was cognizant enough to be shocked that the moon goddess was being mentioned over the sun god. Maybe people in this realm respected her more than the sun? Relatable.

Ascher looked down at my unsteady form, picked me up bridal-style, and carried me into the mansion.

Cobra licked his lips. “You liked that, Kitten?” His knowing smirk told me he knew I had.

I rolled my eyes. “Big words for someone still being supported by Jax.”

A purr rumbled from Jax’s chest as the big man grinned, his arm draped across Cobra’s side, holding him up.

Cobra narrowed his eyes. “I just like being carried by my man.”

I smirked back. “Jax, will you carry me?”

I gently pulled away from Ascher, who frowned.

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