Page 64 of Her Psycho Beasts

“An interesting way to ask me to fuck you.”

I all but clench my teeth. Scythe’s shark is also a grade-A asshole.

Luckily, I like assholes.

“Is that what you think I want?” I take another step towards him. His eyes slide down the lines of the gold gown, no doubt noticing the way it drapes so perfectly around my curves. I step forward with my right foot, allowing him to see the entire length of my leg.

“I like this pretty dress you gave me,” I say softly. “It fits so nicely.”

“Of course it does. I chose it for you.” When he talks quietly, his voice gets even more raspy. I’ve been so curious about this beast and his thoughts about…well, everything. But also about me.

“What doyouwant?” I ask in a low voice.

He regards me carefully, his cold eyes assessing every inch of my face. I’ve always been nervous under his icy stare, but tonight it’s different. Tonight, it sends a heated thrill spiralling through my veins.

I want him to direct me. To tell me what he wants. What to do and how to do it. I want to watch him get off on me obeying him.

“I want you on your knees,” he rasps, unblinking. “I want you to crawl to me.”

The regina in me knows he needs this. The ovulating anima in me knows that I need this too.

It’s almost like this entire thing is a dream as I, never taking my eyes off the Great White shark, descend to my knees.

His lips part, as if he’s mesmerised.

Having his attention on me this intently as I drop my knees to the floor is the most exhilarating thing I’ve ever experienced.

I set my hands on the floor, adjust my gown and slowly crawl to him. This dark shark-king on his throne. A beast who’s haunted me since I found myself in Halfeather’s dungeon on that fateful day. A beast whose gaze I’ve craved. Coveted.

The space isn’t silent, I realise. Some music still plays faintly in the background, forgotten by the escaping bartenders.

My hands and knees move to the beat of the music, and by the time I reach him, I’m dripping wet, panting, and wound so tightly I think I’m going to burst.

I’m in line with his crotch, my hands between his shining business shoes, looking up at his completely unmoving form. This beast executed Brutus Clawson like it was nothing. Didn’t rip him to shreds, butimplodedhim. Right in front of me…for me? It was almost like he’d lost on purpose just to give himself the excuse…

“Tell us who you belong to,” he says.

Oh Goddess.

I blink up at him, stunned by my realisation.

Savage, clearly growing impatient, leaps off his perch and begins to prowl back and forth behind me.

“Tell us who owns you, regina,” Savage demands.

And then Lyle leaves his station and his power too stalks behind me. “Tell us who owns your pussy.”

I bite my lip. “You do?”

Faster than any cobra, Scythe’s got my chin between two fingers, leaning into me, his breath tickling my lips. “Louder.”

I’m so stupefied by his closeness, by the force of my desire, that I lose all sense and end up whispering, “You do.”

Savage makes a tutting noise, flips up my gown and slaps me on the ass. I let out a surprised squeak, twitching in Scythe’s grip, but he holds my chin firm.

“Louder,” the shark orders.

I clear my throat and find his eyes again, saying the words I’ve always wanted to say. “I’m yours.”

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