Page 2 of Psycho Devils: Aran's Story 2

I tried to nod, but his grip was so tight that my head wouldn’t move. I licked sweat off my lips and repeated, “I am in control.”

Orion put more of his weight on me as he leaned back, and I wrapped my arms around his shoulders. I breathed in his decadent, sweet scent. He smelled like danger with a sweet edge.

Like poisoned candy.

The pretty man in my arms was addicting.

My chest pounded erratically; I leaned my weight against Scorpius’s powerful figure. His impressive muscles easily supported me and Orion.

I was sandwiched between my mates.

My Revered was in my arms.

My Protector held me up.

Scorpius’s heartbeat pounded steadily against my back, and I closed my eyes and concentrated on matching the rhythm.

“Focus on my nails,” he whispered as he gripped my neck tighter. “Focus on your breath.”

I concentrated on the prick of pain.

Orion inhaled loudly, and I followed his lead. He exhaled with a whoosh. So did I.

His silky blond hair tickled my chin, and he tilted his head up.

Stunning, warm brown eyes looked up at me with concern, and his pouty lips parted. “You okay?” he mouthed.

A bead of sweat dripped off my chin onto his mouth.

His red tongue flashed out and licked it off.

Fuck. I swallowed thickly.

“Yeah, I am,” I said throatily as I stared at the lips of my Revered.

Since puberty, I’d always been interested in other people’s lips. Interest had turned into a full-blown obsession when I met Orion. The depraved things I wanted to do to him.

Scorpius’s fingers pushed my head forward, and I grinned because my Protector knew exactly what I needed. Hell, he knew me better than I knew myself.

I pressed my lips softly against Orion’s.

He tasted decadent.

I licked his mouth wantonly and enjoyed the salty-sweet taste. His pupils expanded until the warm brown was mostly black with desire.

Even though our mating bond wasn’t completed, I pressed my tongue harder into his mouth.

He melted against me and groaned.

I nipped at his tongue, grabbed his hips with flaming fingers, and pulled his firm ass back.

Orion mewled against me. I stabbed my tongue deeper into his mouth, and the faint trace of smoke made goose bumps explode across my neck.

My mind blacked out.

I kissed him deeper, like I was trying to consume him. The smoky taste mixed with his sweetness and short-circuited every rational thought I had. I needed to consume it. Inhale him.

Scorpius’s nails dug deeper as he pressed my neck forward and crushed my face harder against Orion’s.

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