Page 34 of Psycho Devils: Aran's Story 2

“Trust me.” Arabella pushed her pipe between her lips and rolled it around like she needed something in her mouth at all times. “I don’t want what you’re selling. Just like your missing mate.”

Her words rang loudly in the quiet.

I pushed open the door to our room.

And slammed my flaming fist into the wall as I ordered, “Stay out of our way, slave.”

Marble and stone cracked against my knuckles. Core twisting, I punched viciously.

Somewhere behind me a bed squeaked, and Arabella said, “Don’t worry, I will.”

“Good.” I punched the wall harder until blood dripped down my forearms.

Everything was spinning out of control.

When a chunk broke and shattered against the floor, Scorpius roughly dragged me away.

He shoved me onto the bed, and he and Orion climbed on top to pin me to the mattress.

They held me down.

I bucked against them.

The problem with unimaginable power was it came with externalities that other people couldn’t comprehend.

I needed to control.

Every person.

My muscles tensed, bones ached, twenty-four seven with the urge to conquer.

If only I could have sex with my mates and know peace. Balance.

Burying my face roughly in Scorpius’s smooth, wide chest, I breathed in his warm, familiar scent. Bergamot and musk.

I couldn’t until we found our other Protector.

Orion ran his long fingers through my hair. He whispered endearments against my ear.

I tangled my hands in his silky hair and held him close against me. Let my mates pin me with their heavy weight.

It wasn’t enough.

How dare she taunt us about our missing mate? She had no idea how we suffered. The endless pain.

She’ll beg me on her knees while she sobs.

I was going to ruin Arabella.

Until she felt how I felt.

Broken.

Uncontrolled.

Every. Single. Day.

Chapter 5

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