Page 126 of Psycho Devils: Aran's Story 2

When we got to our door, I put my hands out. “Change of plans.”

Arabella tripped, and the demons looked at me warily.

I smirked. “We’re going to let off some steam.”

The other men relaxed as they realized my meaning, and they grinned back at me. Arabella was the only one who tensed.

“I’m going to the library,” she muttered and pushed past me.

I reached out and grabbed her arm. Tightened my hold so she couldn’t pass. Leaned forward and inhaled.

Her scent was sharper than usual. Colder.

Like breathing in dry ice.

Adrenaline pumped through my veins.

“No. You’re not.” My smile grew as her face registered the horror of her predicament.

The slave brand kept her close.

She turned to my Revered with big eyes and pouted. “Will you come with me to the library?”

Before Orion could fall victim to her manipulation, Scorpius grabbed him by his neck and slammed their lips together.

My Protector owned my Revered.

Consumed him.

They groaned and melted against each other.

To anyone else, it looked like two men consumed with desire for each other, but their sounds weren’t of pleasure.

They were of pain.

Two men who wanted to be together more than they wanted to breathe. Yet they couldn’t be together. Not yet.

The longer they kissed, the more my own frenzied need increased. Flames screamed in my blood for release. A fever boiled my blood.

I imagined someone softer beneath them. Wild, curly hair.

Usually, I could ignore the urge to fuck my mates because I knew it only ended in misery. The need was stronger than it had ever been.

My cock ached. The urge to rut was so overwhelming that my thighs and abs cramped.

“No, he will not.” I snarled and pressed the button on the wall that called for servants.

A man immediately appeared in the door, and I spat at him, “Tell the students the kings are willing to fuck. Only women for us. What do you want, John?”

John’s mouth opened and closed as he glanced down at Arabella quickly.

I jabbed the enchanted button harder. “John will take whoever,” I answered for him.

Arabella gaped at the door as the man hurried off. “We have a servant call button? How did I not know about this?”

No one answered her.

She muttered angrily under her breath and threw herself into her bed as the rest of us showered, put on cologne, and got ready for the night.

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