Page 271 of Psycho Devils: Aran's Story 2

Scorpius trailed his fingers across my forehead and wiped the sweat off my brow.

I relaxed against him.

There was something intoxicating about Scorpius because he was a Protector through and through. He’d been by my side since puberty, and he always picked me up. No matter how ugly things got, Scorpius was there.

“Relax against me, don’t worry,” he said as he carried me.

I leaned harder against him as I gasped with shaky lungs.

To the rest of the world, Scorpius was cruel. He liked pain and wasn’t afraid to tear a person to shreds. He was made of sharp edges, like the blade tattooed across my throat.

Weaker men were afraid of his energy because he was strength incarnate.

I turned my head. Rested my lips against the side of his neck and whispered, “Thank you,” so quietly that only he could hear.

His fingernails dug into my side and created little pinpricks of pain.

It had always been how he showed that he cared.

Digging his nails into skin was his way of saying I love you.

I moved my head infinitesimally so he could feel me nuzzle his neck, but nobody else would be able to tell what I’d done.

That was how Scorpius and I operated.

Over the years, we’d perfected the act of creating a show of strength at all times, while leaning on each other for support in a myriad of small ways. Little stolen touches. Just enough to calm our fire but not too much to drive us mad.

Since puberty we’d walked a tightrope.

But we walked it together.

“That was wild.” A raspy female voice brought me back to the present, and I realized I had an audience.

The shifter legion gaped at me.

Arabella stood beside Scorpius and stared at me with worry.

“Here,” Orion whispered, then pulled his hoodie over his shoulders so his golden abs were on display. He knelt at my feet and wrapped it gently around my waist.

Even in this state, mentally and physically destroyed, I swallowed thickly and had to look away from the sight of him offering himself before me.

A Revered was supposed to be taken care of.

But he took care of me. All the time.

Orion gently knotted the fabric around my waist and adjusted it so I was fully protected.

It was so wrong, but a part of me liked when Orion took care of me.

I liked that all three of us had one another’s backs.

I was a shitty Ignis.

“Really, are we sure we want to cover…” The future dead cunt named Sadie gestured with her hands toward my crotch. “All that?”

Had she not disrespected me enough? Had she no mercy?

Scorpius and Orion turned to her with a snarl.

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