Page 50 of Her Psycho Beasts

I bite my lip and his eyes flick down to the movement. He leans down and I gasp, thinking,hopingthat he’s about to kiss me.

Instead, he inhales. A tiny furrow appears between his silver brows. “Let your scent shield down.” A command, growled.

It’s a habit to keep it up when in public spaces. I drop it like a hot potato and watch his nostrils flare. He closes his eyes and breathes in, long and deep. Taking the opportunity to stare at the beautiful planes of his face, his lips, I lick my own, wondering if I’ll ever get to taste him.

If he’ll ever let me.

Or if I’ll let myself.

When he opens his eyes again, the white irises are almost all taken up with black. I gasp before realising that we’ve stopped moving. He drops his knees a little, bringing his face closer to mine and snatches my chin between his fingers. “Do you enjoy defying me, Aurelia?”

I have to smirk a little at that, but avoid thehellyesthat tries to escape my beak. Instead, I lift my shoulders nonchalantly and remember who the fuck I am, swaying to music, pressing my hips against his.

All humour drops from his face as I lean up, close enough that the entire length of my body is pressed up against him. Close enough that one tiny movement is all it would take for our lips to touch. “Maybe.”

His hands are blessedly cool against my skin, where my dress is cut out on the left side. His thumb lazily sweeps up, then down, and it’s my turn to lose my humour.

I close my eyes against the overwhelming feeling of arousal, that silken, golden ribbon snaking around my body, begging me to tear this beast’s clothes off and ride him right here on the dance floor in front of everyone.

“I shouldn’t have worn this fucking dress,” I mutter under my breath, curling my fingers where they sit on his chest. While his scent and hands are cold, his chest is warm under my hands. “I really shouldn’t be here.”

My need for him is almost violent.

“Do you regret disobeying me?” He expertly moves my hips in a figure eight against his thigh, making pulses of pleasure wind through my entire pussy, my lower stomach. It soars into my head like a drug, and suddenly, I can’t concentrate.

OhWild Goddess. I think I’m going to come.

“No,” I whisper, my eyes fluttering shut. “I mean yes.”

Warm is replaced by cold and I’m suddenly alone on the dance floor. My eyes fly open to see Scythe walking backwards and away from me, all male arrogance and Antarctic power.

That bastard.

“Move it,” he commands, eyes boring into mine. “We’re due to leave soon.”

Behind him, Minnie is being carted off over Marduk’s shoulder. She pounds on his back, but he doggedly stalks out, leaving the dance floor behind them.

Scythe turns around and prowls through the crowd, hurriedly parting for him, both males and females staring open-mouthed at the beautiful, lethal beast. Flushed and flustered, I collect what’s left of me off the dance floor and follow him out, trying to keep my head high.

After an awkward, silent elevator ride, we arrive at the penthouse to find a thoroughly pissed off Lyle and Yeti, both felines dressed to the nines in black shirts, suit jackets and slacks. It’s hard to sass my lion when he looks so damn impressive, but Minnie manages just fine.

“Don’teven,” she snaps at Yeti, adjusting her dress after Marduk finally sets her down. “Lia and I were doing an important stress-relieving activity.Were,being the operative word.”

I construct my face into a mask of innocence, fluttering my eyelashes at Lyle. “The atmosphere was lovely. I wasn’t going to expect you to take me clubbing, Mr Pardalia.”

He narrows his eyes at me, but it’s Marduk that answers smoothly. “I’m sure Lyle dances quite nicely, Lady Boneweaver. Probably just as good as shark-friend tonight.”

Lyle’s head snaps towards Scythe. “Whatthe?—”

“We’re not discussing it further,” I announce, tossing my head. Because literally, I need to forget that entire thing just happened. I’m still tingly and light-headed and in need of a cold shower.

“The hell we aren’t, Aurelia,” Lyle says, reaching for me.

“Whatdid you just call me?” I step out of his reach. He’s only been calling me ‘regina’ or ‘angel’ these days. On my other side, Yeti is chastising Minnie.

Lyle makes a disgruntled sound, but continues to make a beeline for me, to which I respond by making a beeline for mine and Minnie’s room.

“Don’t you walk away from me.” Lyle’s voice is almost guttural, and the regina in my core is thoroughly put out.

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