Page 91 of Psycho Devils: Aran's Story 2

Malum smiled, and it was the meanest face I’d ever seen a person make.

I held his gaze with mine. “Let me go, or I’ll destroy you.”

Malum slowly wiped the spit off his face and leaned forward.

Rich scents overwhelmed my senses as he pressed his face beside mine. He turned his head, and his stubble scratched harshly against my sensitive neck.

Unlike his mate, he didn’t smell sweet. He reeked of tobacco and whiskey.

Pain scoured my back.

Orion ran his fingers across my forehead.

White streaks blurred my vision.

Malum’s breath was hot against the shell of my ear. “Try to hurt me and I’ll ruin you so thoroughly that you won’t remember your own name.” His rough voice rasped through me like lava.

Pleasure and pain streaked across my senses with such fervor that I could only do one thing.

I stood up and raised my knee.

Slammed it into his balls.

Then I slammed it again.

And again.

Malum grunted in pain, and I used the distraction to rip away from him.

I scoffed down at him. “You’re an ass.” Then I hacked another loogie onto his face and flipped my hair.

Dominance asserted. Check.

Straightening my sweatshirt, I shoved my pipe between my lips, took a long drag, and blew out Horse. The incorporeal crow landed on my shoulder.

Together we stared down at the pathetic devil moaning at our feet.

“What’s going on?” John asked sleepily from across the room as he rubbed at his eyes.

“I’m just asserting that I’m the alpha over Malum,” I said calmly.

Devils and fae weren’t separated into alphas, betas, and omegas like shifters, but we all knew I’d be an alpha if I were a shifter.

“Go back to sleep,” I said to John.

He gave me a sleepy thumbs-up. “Good for you.” He pressed the pillow over his head and resumed snoring.

Malum mumbled something about a “motherfucking brat who needed to learn her place,” but the effect was ruined because he remained in the fetal position, cupping his balls like a common degenerate.

I stared down at him and whispered, “Mitch.”

His expression darkened and I held myself back from clapping.

Orion arched his brow as he stared at me, but he didn’t move to help his mate. He licked his lip as he looked between the two of us like he was imagining something sordid.

More goose bumps broke out across my arms.

What do you really know about these men?

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