Page 23 of Psycho Devils: Aran's Story 2

I crackled with danger.

The eerie silence wrapped around us like a tangible force.

I rubbed at the growing ache in my chest and breathed slowly, forced the tender irrational feelings from the slave tattoo to dissipate as I concentrated on how I really felt about Arabella.

Hatred. Disgust. Revulsion.

She’d run from the room like a coward, and we’d stalked her to the party. Arabella was so dumb that she hadn’t even seen us following her, and we weren’t trying to make it discreet.

For a time, we’d lost her in the crush of bodies.

Hundreds of students and guests had been packed like sardines in the great hall, dancing, and it was almost impossible to move because people had swarmed us. They’d thrown themselves at us with fewer inhibitions than usual.

Everyone wanted the chance to fuck a devil king. They wanted a taste of our wealth, power, and prestige.

It had been infuriating.

After hours of combing through the crowd, searching for the girl with blue hair, we’d almost given up.

Then we’d seen her.

We hadn’t looked closely at the couples fucking on the dance floor because we hadn’t thought we were searching for a whore.

But alas.

A horned nymph from the Olympus realm had been groping Arabella’s tits roughly. Crotch pressed against her like he had a right to touch her.

Arabella’s eyes had been closed as she smoked and let him touch her like she didn’t care.

She was now associated with the House of Malum.

She was our slave.

Until we figured everything out, only we got to touch her. No one else.

When I’d described to Scorpius what we were seeing, the eye tattoo on his neck had opened wide, and his white eyes had begun to glow.

Cherry-blossom petals had floated across Orion’s neck.

The dagger across my neck had become uncomfortably heavy against my flesh.

Flames had danced higher across my arms, and for a long second, we’d all contemplated the same thing.

For a second, every person at the party had been in danger.

Then the nymph had grabbed her ass and buried his face against her neck. He’d decided for us.

We hadn’t had time for theatrics.

He’d needed to die quickly.

Scorpius had whispered in Arabella’s ear. Orion had snapped the man’s neck.

I’d burned the body to ash as we’d walked away.

Now Scorpius smiled at where our slave was sprawled across the floor.

His voice dripped with malice. “You don’t get to touch other men while you’re our slave. We don’t like our possessions to be dirty.” A muscle in his jaw ticked as he licked his lips. “Let another man touch you like that and we’ll leash you.”

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