Page 12 of Her Psycho Beasts

His newly integrated animus makes a guttural sound of lusty desperation before he simultaneously plunges a finger into my wet core and captures my needy lips with his. I clutch at both his hands, giving into him and his rabid animus completely.

We’d only claimed each other a few hours ago, the sting of his bite still warm on my neck, but it’s only made me want him more. He growls into my mouth, wanting me to know that he craves me too, while his villainous finger tortures my pussy with sweet, golden bliss. His thumb finds my clit, and one of my hands winds itself into his wet hair as I grind against him, taking what I need. I need touch; I need warmth; I need my mates more than anything in the world, and I tell Lyle that with my moving hips and my searching tongue.

Lyle’s kiss gets rougher with my silent, wanton language, and he breaks off only for a moment to spin me around and pick me up by the waist. My legs wrap around his hips and he shoves me up against the wall.

I hiss at the cold tile on my back but am quickly distracted as he possessively captures my mouth again, his fist wrapped around his cock to get in position.

My groan is deep in my throat as I allow him in, letting the sweet burn of his girth stretch my entrance. He’s always been overwhelming in his size, and I break off our kiss to breathehim in. He makes a sound of masculine pleasure as he thrusts a gentle entry, clearly showing great restraint from the way he bites my shoulder.

“My angel,” he groans, sinking deeper. “My Aurelia.”

I cry out his name as he thrusts into me so deeply that he’s finally fully sheathed. The sense of fullness consumes my body and mind, and his heady power tumbling through me fills my very soul. And it’s my anima who whispers to me,made to be together. Made to be one.

“Yes, angel,” he says, blowing out a measured breath as he thrusts slowly. “Tell me how good it feels. Tell me how much you need this too.”

“Oh Goddess. Lyle, you feel so fucking good,” I gasp, completely out of breath, overwhelmed by him.

He presses his forehead to mine. “Tell me if it hurts, sweetheart.” His kindness to me, despite his clear, near-trembling control on his own leash, almost makes me come.

“No, I love it,” I whisper against his mouth. “Please give me more.”

That unleashes him. He snarls as he draws out and his hips slam into me over and over again.

I do nothing but scream and savour him as he takes me, claiming me in the way I’ve always wanted, the way we’vebothalways wanted.

Lyle’s animus grunts and growls against my neck, rutting into me with that possessive force. The steam curls around us, the water drums against his back, muffling my cries of pleasure. I spiral upward, higher and higher until my body explodes into multicoloured shards, eyes rolling to the back of my head as I spasm around Lyle’s cock. My lion comes with a roar, wrapping his arms around my waist and pumping a violent stream of warm cum into me.

Being filled by him is nothing short of all-consuming heaven.

When we walk out of the bathroom, we arrive to a pleasant surprise. Where before three bed stood in the bedroom, the Academy has seen fit to replace Savage’s middle bed with a carpet and add an adjoining room. Henry excitedly zips over the explore the new room and we follow to find a giant pack bed occupying the space. It’s complete with a plush red carpet a sideboard on the left, and a tub chair on the right.

“Cosy,” I murmur, running a hand over the white duvet. It’ll be perfect for the three of us when Savage returns.

Once Lyle and I are both dried and dressed, with Lyle borrowing clothes from one of the other wardrobes, my stomach gives an audible growl.

We’d missed dinner in all of the chaos, and I’d never been inside the animus dorm during a lockdown.

Lyle takes my hand and tenderly kisses the back of it, inhaling the scent of my skin as he does. “Let me feed you, regina.”

A tingle shoots all the way down to my toes.

Chapter 6

Scythe

Three tigers tremble on their knees before me as Lyle stalks into the rec room, smelling of Xander’s soap, Aurelia’s pussy, and wearing only a pair of Savage’s black track pants. Aurelia is tightly tucked into his side as if Lyle is using his body as a shield against the eyes of the entire population of the academy’s unmated males currently gawking at them.

A dramatic entrance. The possessive beast must be in the mood for a public declaration.

The rec room is full to bursting tonight, as this is where the animuses eat during lockdown. Roast meat of all kinds, curry, pasta, rice, and an entire vat of ice cream is served at a 24/7 buffet while we’re all locked in for the usual three days out of every month the animas go into heat.

If there’s anything I’ve learned in my time commanding bloodthirsty males, it’s that to maintain the peace, you must keep their stomachs satisfied. Lyle knows that as well as I do.

He also knows that Aurelia isnotin heat. Has never been, as far as we know, or else he’d never have brought her in here.

The crowd of animuses almost fall over themselves to part for the pair, but Lyle barely notices as his eyes are fixed andpredatory on the three kneeling tigers. His hair is unbound, the chest-length strands shimmering in different shades of gold under the warm lights of the room. The beasts around us stare at the muscles of his bare torso, tense as if ready to strike at any moment, and it delights me to no end to see my bond-brother’s true essence at the forefront of his being.

Lyle had not been tempered into passiveness by his regina—the assumption that had the feline king, Ablo Obon, staying the call for his incarceration. No, Lyle had beenunleashedby Aurelia. But the Council of Beasts hadn’t pursued an arrest out of simple compassion. They’d let him go because obsidian chains had simply not worked on him.Something we’ve not seen in modern times, according to Marduk.

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