Page 69 of Her Psycho Beasts

The heat increases and the smell of burnt flesh wrenches me back and brings the empty car park of The Jewel of the Jungle into sharp focus.

It’s Xander clutching my arm, his dragon-fire burning my skin. “Real,” he growls.

I tamper my power down and inhale deeply. The air is cold. My feet are on the ground. And there is no one here to see that I’ve lost my shit completely. I place my hand over his in thanks.

“Take me to sea,” I rasp. “Take me now.”

Without further question, my bond-brother explodes into his dragon form, picks me up in his right claw and launches into the sky.

Chapter 33

Aurelia

After I watch Scythe leave with a little bit of sadness and a whole heap of longing, we prepare to leave. Lyle covers me with his jacket, and he and Savage fuss over me as we hurry back to our hotel. They’re worried my Boneweaver heat-scent will attract more unmated males, especially at this time of night, and so I’m not allowed to see Sabrina and have to stay in the penthouse. Lyle has already arranged for Sabrina to have private rooms with Minnie and her mates.

I’m annoyed on multiple levels. Firstly, I’msoviolently horny that I could actually die, and Savage and I fuck like rabbits while he showers and then feeds me. Secondly, I’m not allowed out—and therefore, to see Sabrina—until my ovulation period is over, which is typically three entire days.

Thirdly, Lyle is in deputy headmaster mode and has to leave me to check on Sabrina. I love my friend and want her to be safe and I love that Savage gets alone time with me, but my regina hormones are telling me that Lyle should never leave me, ever. I spend a ridiculous amount of time whining in my throat about it.

Fourthly, in between fucking Savage’s brains out, I worry about what’s happened to Scythe.

“Will he be okay?” I pant, bouncing my ass on Savage’s big, rock-hard dick as he clutches my hips. “I mean, do you think he regrets it?”

My feral wolf is covered in a fine sheen of sweat as he meets me thrust for thrust, his substantial six-pack flexing in the most mesmerising way each time. “No, baby. He and Xan have gone to the sea for R and R. They’re fine.”

My thighs get tired, so I roll off him and present my ass up in the air, resting my cheek on the carpeted floor. “That sounds like a nice way of saying he regrets it. Or he’s not happy about it. Did I do something wrong?”

He gets a surprised moan from me when I feel his tongue instead of his cock inside my pussy. “You’re a bit red here, regina,” he says worriedly, giving my asshole a long lick. “I think we should rest.”

I let out a sad, whiny sort of sound that wouldnotbe acceptable in any other condition. “Once more,” I beg. “Please. We’re making up for lost time, remember? It only hurts in a good way.”

“You know I can’t say no to you,” he groans, slowly easing himself into my ass. I’m making enough natural lube that I’m dripping all over the place, so my first ass-fuck went a lot easier than I imagined. “Anyway, Scythe wouldn’t have let his shark take over unless it was what he wanted.”

“His shark isn’t like Lyle’s beast then?” I pant. “Harder!”

Savage, who had been easing himself slowly back out for a gentle fucking, growls and slams back into me.

“No,” his breath is ragged. “He’s like me. He has full control. Well, except for the…”

I push off the floor onto my hands and knees. “Except for what?” I demand.

Savage pauses, making me rock back to start him back up again. “Fuck, baby, your ass is so perfect when you do that.”

“Except for what?” I press.

“For the land psychosis.”

I go still and look back at him because I’ve seen Scythe’s memories through his own eyes. I think I know part of what he sees. “He hallucinates.”

“Yeah. But he won’t talk about it, so I don’t know all that much.”

Lyle and Savage tag-team me the rest of the three days, sometimes both at the same time, other times with the resting mate ‘supervising’. I stop to eat, sleep, and maintain hygiene, but spend the entire time naked and sweaty. It would have been entirely unpleasant if I didn’t have the two of them, but if I’m entirely honest, it felt like three pieces were missing. My wolf and lion have excellent stamina, but I manage to wear them out, and even think about texting Ghoul to see if he’s available.

Lyle forbids it and confiscates my phone immediately, and I’m so insatiable at the time that I don’t really notice.

Slowly, my heat comes down, and with that, my executive functions and common sense fully return. On the morning of the fourth day, I’m freshly showered and Lyle is feeding me bacon and eggs when I feel a bit teary. “Oh Goddess,” I sniff. “Was it too much? WasItoo much? Iwastoo much, wasn’t I?” Lyle’s lips twitch and I know he’s trying not to laugh. I swat at his arm. “I’m being serious, here.”

He leans over and brushes his lips over mine. I cup his cheek and lean into him. “I’m sorry if I was too demanding.”

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