Page 33 of Psycho Devils: Aran's Story 2

But as we walked down the hall, pain flared in my chest.

Whimpers echoed.

You must protect her, my subconscious demanded.

I gritted my teeth and ignored the tattoo messing with my thoughts.

Instead, I whirled around and snapped, “What are you waiting for, an invitation?”

Arabella stared for a long moment like she wanted to argue, then she jogged down the hall to catch up with us.

I pushed her behind us when she tried to pass. “Scorpius and I always flank Orion for his protection. He’s our Revered; he walks first. As our slave, you’ll walk behind all of us. That’s where you belong.”

“Sure, master,” she scoffed.

My dick jumped.

She had the type of brattiness I liked to break out of a woman during sex. It was all about the power dynamic.

Nothing else.

No. I don’t touch filth.

“Be careful how you speak to us.” Scorpius whirled around and reached out to drag his long pale fingers across her cheek.

His nails left five red streaks across her delicate skin. “We like to hurt women like you.”

He dragged his thumb through blood and painted her stupidly full lower lip.

She froze and blinked up at him.

Long lashes fluttered.

Scorpius pressed his thumb aggressively between cherry lips and made a rough sound in the back of his throat. The noise hit me in my lower stomach. I breathed out harshly.

Arousal pounded painfully.

I wanted my Protector beneath me, bulky muscles quivering as I owned him. I wanted to take him while he played with Arabella. He’d choke her delicate neck while I fucked him.

I adjusted my sweatpants.

Instead of freaking out like we expected, Arabella arched her brow and opened her mouth wider. She dragged her tongue wantonly over Scorpius’s thumb like a trained whore.

He jerked with surprise and pulled his thumb out of her mouth with a wet pop.

Arabella smirked like she’d proven something.

“But we won’t touch a slut like you,” I said as I tried to regain control over the situation. “You’re disgusting to us. You were more attractive as a man.”

Hurt flashed in her eyes, and she quickly masked it with a blank expression.

Good. It was true, after all. I was most attracted to the impressive strength of my mates. And when I used women, I preferred them voluptuous.

Not lean with muscle definition.

No. She wasn’t what I wanted.

Not at all.

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