Page 231 of Psycho Devils: Aran's Story 2

My eyes rolled back in my head from the amazing sensation.

“So good,” I mumbled as I leaned back against the towering wall of naked flesh. My bare butt rested against something hard, and the ridges of a cut stomach rippled as I moaned with pleasure.

“You’re going to be the death of me,” Malum said harshly. “What if it were the demons or a random partygoer in this shower? What would you have done?”

I smiled contently as he worked his fingers into the base of my skull. “Joined them if it felt this good,” I mumbled.

Scorpius let out a string of expletives.

I tried to follow, but my drunk brain got confused.

Malum’s fingers stilled against my scalp, and I slapped at his hand and ordered, “Don’t stop.”

“Don’t boss me around,” he countered. “I’m in charge.”

I huffed, “Wrong. Don’t tell me what to do.”

The wall of wet muscles leaned closer so every inch of my back was pressed flush against him.

Malum whispered in my ear, “I’ve decided that you need someone to take care of you, because you clearly can’t do it yourself.” His fingers pushed harder against my scalp. “Even if you are infuriating to be around.”

My toes curled.

I shivered from the deliciousness.

Little pinpricks of pain danced down my spine.

Then I laughed as I realized what he’d said. Well, I got every third word, and I could tell the vibe.

“You’re the last person I’d want taking care of me,” I mumbled sleepily. His magic fingers were really confusing my brain.

I was a puddle in his arms.

His soapy fingers tangled in my curls, and he tipped my head back at a harsh angle. He ran his mouth across my jawline slowly. “Is that so?” He nipped at my sensitive skin, and I saw stars.

The pain streaking down my back was distant.

Far away.

Like a memory.

Malum’s hands were still tangled in my hair, but someone else’s soapy fingers pinched my nipples.

Multiple bodies were pressed together in the small space.

It took me a minute to orient myself to what was happening.

“I don’t know, she seems to like it,” Scorpius sneered. “Her nipples are rock-hard. I can feel them through her shirt.”

“Let me check,” Orion whispered.

We all shuffled to the side.

Malum pulled me back harder against him, Scorpius leaned against the wall to my right, and my side was pressed against him. Orion pushed past us so he stood in front of me underneath the nozzle on the wall.

There was the sound of knees hitting tile.

Warm breath tickled my crotch.

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