Page 86 of Psycho Devils: Aran's Story 2

“Sweetheart.” A tinkling, lyrical voice made me jump. “Are you okay?”

I dragged myself out of my blanket fort and removed the fist from my mouth. The endearment sent streaks of agony across my spine.

Orion was sitting up in bed with a concerned expression on his face.

Scorpius and Malum were curled beneath him, snoring.

The golden devil sat up from the pile of his mates with a bemused expression. Blond hair messy, red lips swollen, he was shirtless with gray sweatpants hanging low off his hips. His skin gleamed like gold metal as it pulled across his perfect Adonis belt.

He was indecent.

I whispered, “Don’t call me that.” My voice was rough from screaming.

“Sorry,” Orion mouthed, and he held up his hands like he was talking to a wild animal. “Are you okay, baby?” He leaned forward with his hands extended like he wanted me to climb into his arms.

His words and body language seemed sweet and caring.

There was just one problem.

They didn’t match his eyes.

Uptilted warm brown eyes stared at me without blinking, and his gaze was penetrating. Harsh like a predator’s.

I couldn’t explain it, but there was a feeling in my gut that wouldn’t go away. It had started after he’d kissed me like he wanted to consume me.

He’d whispered dark, possessive words.

I clamped my lips together to stop my teeth from chattering as another shiver made me convulse.

Something about Orion made me nervous.

Like really nervous.

Mentally, I was a slut. Physically, I was terrified of intimacy. Spiritually, I didn’t like men.

I was confused.

He kept his arms out, and his lush lips mouthed, “Sweetheart, why are you cold?” Blonde hair gleamed silky in the firelight and highlighted the golden shade of his skin.

I shook my head at him.

Too cold to argue.

I blinked.

Orion was kneeling in front of me. When had he climbed out of his bed?

He gently pulled open my arms.

I blinked.

I was pressed against a warm male chest, and arms were tight around me. Orion was sprawled on the carpet with me and my blanket cocoon tucked against him.

Fingers played with my curls.

I closed my eyes.

Snuggled deeper into the warmth and inhaled chocolate and raspberries. My mouth ached with the urge to bite the muscular golden chest I was resting against.

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