Page 170 of Psycho Devils: Aran's Story 2

My irritation grew, and right when I was about to snap at them, Orion whispered, “Arabella was the last to finish, so she has to perform a punishment.”

I dug my nails into my palm as something foreign welled up inside me.

Nothing could have prepared me for his next words. “The gods ordered her to have sex with John. They’re in the middle of the arena right now, hugging each other and talking.”

Something sizzled, and it took me a moment to place that Corvus’s clothing was on fire.

“Why would they have her have sex with him? How is that a punishment?” I spat as I pushed myself up into a seated position. My mates grabbed under both my arms and helped me to my feet.

The warmth was gone, and I was freezing cold.

She was being punished for saving me. It was so wrong.

“I don’t know,” Orion whispered.

His teeth gnashed as he clenched his jaw.

Corvus made a low growling noise in the back of his throat. “They’re not making love, they’re fucking. It’s not a big deal.”

Orion whispered, “I’m sure it means nothing.”

Tension strummed among the three of us as we silently contemplated just how messed up this was. None of us liked it or believed it was just sex. It wouldn’t have been a punishment if that was all it was to her.

Locking my knees together, I struggled to stand taller.

My mates lifted me higher, and both their grips were punishing as they channeled their energy into helping me and not going on a killing rampage. Both of them trembled like they were close to losing control.

“She’s my sweetheart. Mine,” Orion whispered miserably to himself.

The sizzling sound got louder as Corvus burned more of his clothes off his body.

This wasn’t good.

I tilted my head to the side and concentrated on filtering out all the background noise from the students. Finally, I located the familiar breathing pattern that had a small hitch every third breath.

My shoulders lowered with relief.

“I’m willing to,” Arabella trailed off, and it was obvious what she was referring to. “But everyone’s watching.” Her voice cracked, and she sounded despondent.

She choked, then stopped breathing.

Pressing my fingers to the top of my nose, I counted to ten and tried not to lose it as she continued to not breathe. Could no one else tell how unwell she was? Why did she do this to me?

“I can’t do this with so many people watching us,” she whispered to John shakily.

Once again, she stopped breathing.

At this rate, she was going to pass out and do some serious brain damage.

I dug my nails harder into my palms.

“Corvus,” I said harshly. “Make a protective circle of fire around them. Now.”

Both my mates stiffened.

“Do it,” I ordered. My tone was unwavering and left no room for argument because I wasn’t talking to him as Scorpius.

I was speaking to him as his Protector.

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