Page 68 of Her Psycho Beasts

I let out a sound of pure female delight as both powerful males thrust into me at the same time. As much as it fills my body, it also fills that primal force within me. Their powers stroke my preening anima, luxuriating under the attention of three of my mates, Savage watching on from above us, pleasuring himself. This is everything I’ve wanted. This is everything my body and soul have been waiting for. Our powers pulse around us, stroking each other just as Scythe strokes the sides of my cheek with his thumbs and Lyle squeezes my hips with his hands.

My body is hot as both shark and lion fuck me, finding a delicious rhythm as I buck and moan around them.

“So beautiful, regina,” Savage purrs. “Watching you get fucked by my brothers.”

Lyle makes a sound that’s half pleasure, half agreement before I feel his hands around my waist, and he roughly hauls me up, tearing me away from Scythe’s cock. I let out a cry of protest before I find my back pressed against him and my mouth being hungrily devoured by his as he fucks me hard.

I forgive him immediately, moaning and accepting his invading cock and tongue.

“Watch yourself, lion,” Scythe snarls.

Lyle sucks hard on my lower lip, giving me a hot, dark look. “Tell me you’re mine.”

Is he jealous?

I grind my hips. “Always, yours, Mr Pardalia.”

He snarls as Scythe wraps his hand around my neck and tugs me away, back onto my hands, and shoves his cock inside my mouth. He gives Lyle the most murderous fucking look I’ve ever seen.

They fuck me like they’re desperate for me. Like they’re competing for my love with their hips alone. And I love every second of it, my blood thrumming with intense, swirling pleasure, sending me higher and higher. Then Lyle reaches around and plays with my clit and I lose it completely, coming, screaming around Scythe’s thick length and spasming around Lyle’s.

It makes my lion come, and he grits out my name, leaning down and pressing kisses along my spine as hot bursts of his cum fill me up, giving me such intense satisfaction that I keel over sideways.

Both males keep me from splattering on the floor, even as Lyle’s cum drips down my leg.

“Look at me when I’m fucking your mouth,” Scythe says out loud.

The corners of my eyes are wet as I blink them open and see Scythe, his lips parted as he thrusts into me. Lyle fucks his cum into me from behind, still hard, as I watch Scythe’s eyes turn inky black, filling the whites completely as his eyes bore into mine. I moan, letting him know with my eyes how much I love having him, how much I want this every day for the rest of my life.

Scythe comes with a shudder, never taking unblinking black eyes off me as his cum bursts onto my tongue. I swallow himdown greedily, gulp after gulp of pure ecstasy sliding down my throat.

“Swallow it all,” Scythe rasps, his thumbs stroking down the column of my neck.

As if I wouldn’t! Something absolutely feral in me nods with enthusiasm.

They both withdraw at the same time, and I repress a needy whine as I immediately feel the loss of them. But my limbs are loose and my blood feels the barest edges of satisfaction. Just as Lyle possessively pulls me into his grip, pressing his mouth against my mating mark, Scythe uses one hand to squeeze my cheeks together.

“Show me,” he rasps.

It takes me a second to realise what he means, and I open my mouth and stick out my tongue. “All gone,” I say sleepily.

He leans down and I suck in a breath as he whispers against my lips, “Good girl.” Then he presses a kiss to my mouth.

And then he’s gone, tucking himself back in his pants and striding for the door, leaving me full of cum and sagging in Lyle’s strong grip.

Chapter 32

Scythe

As I allow myself to take back control, my cock pulses in memory of Aurelia and those hungry pink lips taking me so perfectly. There is a roaring in my ears and a tempest in my blood. I squeeze my eyes shut, and when I open them, the horde of ghosts and goblins has multiplied tenfold. They scream at me, shrieking insane, murderous thoughts.

My reality slides sideways.

I mutter under my breath, “My name is Scythe Kharkorous, and I am real. My brother is Savage Fengari, my brother is Xander Drakos, my brother is Lyle Pardalia. I am real. The ghouls are not. I am alive. They are not. I am real. They are not. I am alive. They are not.”

A hand grips my forearm. My power surges, ready to attack until my skin scalds.

“Real?” I ask.

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