Page 63 of Her Psycho Beasts

“Learn your place, regina, or you’ll get punished.”

Two can play at this game.

“Oh?” I ask slowly, bringing Savage’s hand up to my mouth and sucking on one tattooed finger. I let it pop out of my mouth. “And where, pray tell, is my place?”

“Your place is sitting on a fucking throne with five cocks filling you up.”

Heat roars and spins through my veins.

Well then. Scythe’s shark has thedirtiestmouth I’d ever heard.

Xander makes a strangled sound that’s somewhere between a choke and a death rattle. Scythe’s head snaps towards him and Xander bares his teeth. “You know my fucking decision,” he snarls, before snatching up Cain by the hair, turning on his heel and striding for the door, dragging the body of Cain Clawson with him.

Lyle’s hand finds the high slit in my gown, his fingers lightly brushing on the hot skin of my upper thigh and driving me mad. His hand moves higher still and towards the middle, grazing my centre.

I let out a breathy moan, leaning back into his towering, muscled form, wanting to feel more of him against my heated body.

Savage brushes at the flecks of blood on my chest, a last reminder of the fate of Brutus Clawson. We have Sabrina back. And a Clawson is dead.

Tonight is a success.

Elation rises through me like a helium balloon and it only intensifies my need.

“Regina, baby,” Savage murmurs, before walking backwards, away from me. “Give him what he wants. Giveuswhat we want.”

“Excuse me?” I say, moreirritatedthan I’ve ever been. “Aren’tIthe one in heat over here?” Gods, I need one of them inside of me, right fucking now.

“Play a game with us,” Savage says. “And I promise it’ll be worth it.”

“Hm,” Lyle says, “I like this idea.” Then he too moves away from me. The two of them stand on either side of Scythe, like three generals on the opposing side of a war.

I narrow my eyes at them, furious. Heart racing. Pussy throbbing.

“I. Am. Wet,” I grit out.

Lyle sighs.

Savage closes his eyes and rolls his neck as if savouring my words. “Baby, by the end of tonight, you’ll bea lotmore wet than this.”

Scythe says, “Regina, you can ask more nicely than that.” He sits on the chair behind him, spreading his legs out wide as if settling himself for a show.

All I can think about is crawling into his lap and grinding against him until we’re both panting. Until we’re both moaning and fucking and…

I lick my lips. Perhaps this type of game I can get behind.

Savage leaps up onto a neighbouring table and, though his legs are swinging, his eyes are fixed and predatory on me. Lyle leans against our poker table on Scythe’s other side, bracing his hands on the table, his knuckles white as if he’s holding himself together using the table alone.

“Choose your safe word,”Lyle says.“Make it a good one.”

I think for a moment before grinning at Savage.“Fairy bread.”

Savage beams.“Fairy bread it is.”

“So,” I say, flipping my hair over my shoulder and glaring at Scythe, “The Shark king has finally come out to say hello to me. Took you long enough.”

The corners of his perfect, kiss-able mouth twitch upwards, and he cocks his head. “I was waiting for you to grow a spine.”

Anger flares through me, but I don’t let him see it. Instead, I look him lazily up and down as if unimpressed. “I could eat you for breakfast.”

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