Page 164 of Psycho Devils: Aran's Story 2

John breathed roughly as he spanned his hands across my lower waist and gripped me tightly.

Pain and pleasure lit my neurons.

Losing your virginity was supposed to be painful, but this seemed like another level of hell.

John yanked and he tore the front of my pants so they hung off my hips. Since there’d been no underwear in my cubby this morning, I was fully exposed before him.

John stared down at me with his pupils blown.

He grabbed my hips, and he made a low noise in the back of his throat, something between a growl and a moan.

I buried my face against his neck.

Unable to look at him.

Was it weird that I had blue curls? Didn’t men want their women fully shaved?

I was embarrassed. Ashamed. Afraid.

Fingers tipped my chin up so I couldn’t hide.

“Your beauty is otherworldly.” John’s dark eyes were intense, but he flashed a dimple like he knew I needed his smile to put me at ease.

I couldn’t stop myself from making a face.

Mother had been stunning, one of the prettiest women in all the fae realm, and she’d been awful.

I didn’t want to be pretty.

I wanted to be powerful.

I wanted to be scary.

John shook his head like he could read my thoughts, and he grinned down at me. “You’re also a curmudgeon, an angry beastie who I just want to scoop up and protect. You’re like a cute Chimera that fights for her friends and feels sympathy for her enemies. You’re my little Smurf. What did I tell you when I first met you?”

My cheeks flushed, and I tried to look away with embarrassment, but he held my chin tightly so I couldn’t.

I mumbled back self-consciously, “You said we were going to be best friends.”

John’s breath tickled my cheek as his eyes darkened. “I lied.”

“What?” I tried to pull back to look at his face, but he wouldn’t let me pull away.

John whispered, “I took one look into your psycho blue eyes, and I knew you were going to be mine.” He pressed a soft kiss to my lips and said into my mouth, “I just didn’t want to scare you away.”

I huffed as his tongue stroked against mine. “But I was a dude?” I asked unsurely.

“Yeah, a stunningly pretty dude,” John said with a grin, and I narrowed my eyes.

He nipped at my lower lip with his teeth. “Don’t be coy. You know I’m bisexual. I was playing the long game. Friendship first, then dirty amazing sex.”

A laugh burst from my lips, and he swallowed it greedily. His tongue plundering my mouth.

“So you’re not my best friend?” I asked, still slightly confused about what was happening.

John ripped his mouth away, his chest heaving beneath my hands. He growled. “No, Aran. I’m still your fucking best friend.”

I tried to hold it back, but a smile split my face. “In your dreams.”

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