Page 48 of Psycho Devils: Aran's Story 2

The blind king dragged his fingers up over Orion’s sharp jaw and high cheekbones, then he buried them in blond hair.

They were both shirtless. A tangle of pale and gold.

Scorpius slowly licked the cherry blossom tattooed on Orion’s neck. A pang of jealousy stabbed my gut.

I shivered.

Orion still hadn’t taken his eyes off me.

Scorpius bit down, and Orion jerked, a droplet of red dripping across pink petals. The flower turned red.

I blinked at the optical illusion.

“What’s going on?” John asked as he narrowed his eyes at the kings’ sexual display, then looked back at me.

The devils were always loud bullies, but unlike the demons, they were mostly private about their lust for one another.

They’d been aggressively horny since I’d gotten the tattoo.

I shrugged at John. Who knew why bullies did what they did?

Across the room Scorpius laughed darkly. “I called her that because it’s true. Arabella is our filthy property.”

He nibbled at Orion’s neck as he grinned.

Only Mother had called me Arabella.

While Scorpius was sucking on him, Orion licked his lips and stared at me.

I shivered harder.

John flexed and made a harsh noise. Darkness expanded around him, and he moved like he was going to go fight the kings.

I sat up and wrapped my arms around John from behind.

Resting my head on his shoulder so our faces were side by side, I said, “Try not to panic, but I have something to tell you.”

John went still beneath me.

Malum snarled from the middle of the room, “Stop touching him like that.” Little scarlet flames danced along his wide bronze shoulders.

Layers of muscles ripped, and he cracked his neck back and forth like he was getting ready to explode.

“Don’t tell me what to do,” I said as I hugged John tighter. No one was going to tell me I couldn’t lean on my friend for support.

John was tight with tension.

Scorpius licked the side of Orion’s stunning face, then said, “But Arabella.” He kissed along his jaw. “We own you, so technically we can.”

“Oh, shut up,” I said through gritted teeth.

The slave tattoo was annoying, but we were all aware of the circumstances and that it meant nothing. I didn’t know why they were putting on a show.

Even for them, this was dramatic.

I pulled back from John and said to Scorpius, “I prefer Aran, not Arabella. Grow up.”

Scorpius chuckled darkly. “Oh, don’t worry, we’re grown.” He lifted his hips provocatively and smirked. “Your comebacks are shit. You need to work on them, Arabella.”

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