Page 60 of Her Psycho Beasts

Scythe shifts.

Oh shit. It has. I’ve wet Scythe’s thigh.

“It’s alright,”the shark says calmly.“Just ignore it.”

But the sweet scent of it has hit my nose and I’m sure if I can scent it, then Scythe can too. Heat floods my face.

And if he can, then it’s only a matter of time before the rest of the table does.

“What do I do?”I ask the group chat in panic.

“What’s wrong?” Lyle and Savage ask at the same time.

“Nothing. It’s fine,”Scythe says quickly, then just to me,“The entire place is dripping in arousal, Aurelia. No one will notice.”

I swallow the massive lump in my throat as the game goes on.“I’m sorry.”

Silence stretches out and I want to melt into the floor just as he says, “Do not apologise, Aurelia. Not for that.”

A tiny tear slides down my cheek. It’s a tear of combined humiliation and frustration. I keep my head looking straight and away from the table so no one sees my left eye.

But Scythe sees it.

Discreetly, he raises his hand and wipes my cheek. I stare at him and he stares at me back. His eyes flick down to my parted lips before he licks the tear off his thumb.

I swallow again and tear my eyes away from him and his heinous mouth. Dear Goddess, help me.

“Is she still a virgin?” comes the heavy voice of Cain. “Or have you ruined her already, lion?”

I stare in shock at the Clawson tigers.

“Mind your fucking tongue,” Lyle snarls.

“And mind your fuckingjaw,” Scythe drawls.

The table goes deathly quiet.

He can’t mean what I think he means? But also, that’s twice in one hour the status of my lady parts has been discussed. Must be some type of record for me.

“I don’t understand what the big fucking deal about a Boneweaver is, anyway,” Brutus says, slurring his words a little. “If they all died out, they can’t be so powerful.”

“I heard the dragons hunted them to extinction,” Lady Hyena drawls.

“Or was it the phoenixes?” The Collector smirks. “Neither could handle the competition.”

“Everyone wants to be top dog,” Lady Hyena says. “But no one watches the things that sneak in the shadows.” Her eyes flick briefly over to something behind me. The serpent’s corner, I think.

The game goes on for a little while, until it’s just Scythe and Brutus holding cards. Scythe has fantastic luck, Xander even more so, but I’m sure he lost his hand on purpose.

Everyone watches the two of them battle it out with bated breath.

Brutus smirks and lays down his cards. A king, two queens and an ace.

But looking at Scythe’s cards, my stomach roils with nausea. Scythe has lost the hand. He’s fucking lost to the Clawsons. He lays down his cards. Somebody gasps.

“Oh, hell no,”I hiss into his mind.

And then I have the thought that Scythe is getting rid of me because I’ve been wet all over him and he hates me for it.

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