Page 248 of Psycho Devils: Aran's Story 2

With my eyes closed, body a limp amalgamation of soup, I scoffed under my throat.

“Don’t tell me what to do,” I whispered.

Luka chuckled, and the sound was rich and deep.

He was laughing at me.

Before I could say anything else, I was jostled and lifted off the floor. Luka easily maneuvered my dead weight.

“What are you doing with her?” Malum snapped, and his gravelly voice echoed like a shot.

We stopped with me hanging in his arms midair.

A long moment passed, and it seemed like Luka wasn’t going to answer.

Scorpius muttered something derogatory under his breath.

When Luka spoke, his words held no room for argument. “She’s going to bed,” he said like he was declaring war.

Malum’s voice was filled with fury. “Put her in our bed.”

If I had any energy left, I would have launched out of Luka’s arms in feminine outrage and kicked Malum’s ass.

“No,” I mumbled weakly.

My lips were chapped from panting, and the words didn’t come out as harshly as I would have wanted.

Sad.

Luka’s fingers tightened.

“If she needs to lie in a bed,” Malum said roughly, “She can lie in ours, not yours. She’s slept with us before.”

I muttered, “There’s no space.”

Scorpius snarled, “We’ll make space for you.”

Orion whispered something quietly that I couldn’t hear.

“She’s coming to my bed. I have the space,” Luka growled as he gently laid me down onto a warm mattress. He pulled the covers up under my chin, then slowly tucked the bedding under my legs.

There was a low hiss and a sizzling sound. I didn’t have to open my eyes to know with 100 percent certainty that Malum was on fire.

We all needed help, but he really needed help. The type only a fae fire department could give.

A moment later, Luka was pulling fuzzy socks over my feet. “These are my favorite pair,” he whispered softly.

Déjà vu hit me like a punch to the face.

When I was destroyed after the first challenge, John had taken care of me.

The twins are the only men who’ve ever consistently shown me kindness and support.

They knew me. Saw me at my worst. And unlike every other male I’d ever known, they stayed by my side.

They cared.

Even Sadie’s men were only friendly with me out of an obligation to their mate. I knew that.

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