Page 59 of Her Psycho Beasts

“Never. It’ll be alright, angel.”

“Trust me, Aurelia,”Scythe says.

For Sabrina. I can do this. But damn Scythe for the order. That must be why he sent Savage away.

Letting my hate for Scythe show in my eyes, I toss my head back. “How about me?”

Cain’s head snaps in my direction, but it’s The Collector who drawls, “What aboutyou,exactly?”

It’s out of my mouth before I can stop it. “The winner gets a night with me.”

Lyle’s and Savage’s growls flood my mind, so loud I can barely hear external conversation. Scythe gives Savage a warning message in the group chat and his mental presence leaves, letting me hear again.

“Very well,” the Lady Hyena cackles. “Thiswill be interesting.”

“Since she is Mr Khakorous’ guest, she is his to barter.” The Collector smirks at her cards.

Lyle wants to respond to that, but I can tell Scythe is dissuading him from an outward argument. Scythe scoots out of his chair a little and crooks two fingers at me.

I’m both annoyed and aroused.

That Scythe would beckon to me, and that he is callingmeand me alone to sit on his lap when no other is allowed so much as a touch. Forcing down the oncoming blush, I saunter towards him, making sure I shift my hair so that everyone can see exactly how low my dress scoops at the back.

“Exhibitionist,”Xander’s sneer comes into my mind.

“Don’t be jealous, scales,”I purr back to him. Just as he’s about to retort, I add,“I’m sure you’d look lovely in this dress.”

Scythe’s face is hard as an iceberg as I tentatively step between his legs and sit on the broad expanse of his right thigh. His power and scent envelop me as the arm that’s holding his cards wraps around my waist. I have to take a slow, measured breath to calm myself.

I’ve never been closer to him. His embrace. I’m at home here and I realise it with a jolt. The regina in me wants to sigh and bury my nose in his silver hair. My core throbs a rhythm alongside my heartbeat. I want it so bad that the backs of my eyes burn in dire frustration. I want to tear my clothes off and be filled up by him. Byeverypart of him. I want him to give himself to me. And I want to give myself to him.

Ineed--

“Settle,”comes the sharp, cold command.

And because I made a fucking vow to obey him, I take yet another deep, measured breath and choke down my anima’s wanton dance. Is there something in the air? Are there drugs in the cigar smoke? Knowing these beasts, there very well might be.

Despite my measured breaths and smooth, unbothered face, my skin is hot. A fine sheen of sweat coats my chest and I wonder why the air-conditioner in here isn’t working.

“Are you alright, sweetheart?”Lyle’s voice is concerned as his words slide into my mind.

I take a moment to smirk at him.“I’m fine. Do I not look fine?”

“Pull yourself together,”Xander mentally chastises me as a falcon deals everyone in.“You’re embarrassing Scythe.”

I glare at the dragon.

It’s then that Scythe shifts his hand and everything in my universe suddenly stops. His left hand comes to rest lightly on the bare skin of my thigh, thumb stroking in a slow motion as if to soothe.

I swoon, my head light and airy as the moment echoes down into my pussy. I could almost sprout wings right here and explode into nothingness.

Gods, I want him so badly. I wonder if I could get away with touching him. Just a bit. The others are talking, but I can’thear anything of what they’re saying. Xander’s voice is snide and someone laughs. I feel so very far away.

“Focus,”Scythe commands.

I sigh, turning my nose away from his utter perfection and looking at the table instead. I don’t really know how to play poker, let alone this who-can-have-sex-with-Aurelia version. I giggle under my breath and Lyle looks at me with concern. But that’s exactly what this is. They’re gambling my pussy. I hope Lyle wins. I hope Lyle and Xander win, because then I can ride both of them on this table.

I’m suddenly slick. So slick that I’m sure it’s gone through my underwear. I wiggle my bottom to check.

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