Page 3 of Psycho Devils: Aran's Story 2

My Protector’s cock was so hard I could feel it throbbing through both our sweatpants.

Scorpius was a sadomasochist, after all.

I groaned with frustration.

And nothing hurt worse than being close to something you wanted but knowing you couldn’t have it.

The familiar uneasy feeling washed through me, and Scorpius wrenched my head away. Orion rubbed at his chest as if he could physically push away the sensation.

The three of us panted loudly in the quiet.

Scorpius pulled away, and Orion took a step forward, putting space between us.

Stunning brown eyes looked up at me, then shuttered with devastation. Fingernails trembled against the back of my neck.

He looked at me with concern.

“I’m fine,” I said gruffly.

Flames danced across my arms, but the feverish feeling was gone. All that remained was the queasy, unsettling feeling that occurred when we got too close to one another.

My Revered couldn’t meet my eyes.

My Protector couldn’t stop digging his nails into my skin.

I was their Ignis, and I was failing them.

We were damned men.

Three mated devils who couldn’t complete their soul bond because they were missing their fourth mate.

Until we found our other Protector, we couldn’t touch one another like we wanted. Like we needed.

I raked my hand roughly across my buzzed skull and breathed deeply.

Pushed my shoulders back.

Widened my stance.

For the first time since we’d returned from getting the tattoo, I took in my surroundings.

We were standing in the middle aisle of Lothaire’s classroom.

The vampyre was standing at the window. He stared out with unseeing eyes and looked more like a ghost than a man.

“Wow, what a kiss,” a feminine voice said from the far corner of the room. “That was, just wow. No words. Very intense.” There was a low whistling sound as she blew out smoke.

I ignored her.

Bloodred rays refracted through the room’s stained-glass windows that formed a mosaic of rolling fields.

The peaceful imagery mocked me.

Lothaire whirled around and kicked a desk chair. It exploded into scraps of metal as it slammed against the wall.

None of us flinched.

We were used to his violence.

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