Page 111 of Her Psycho Beasts

When Scythe drives up to the academy, the two massive bear guards, Ernie and Bernie, also called the Forklift Brothers, quietly open the academy’s gigantic gold and cast-iron front gates, allowing our SUV, and the one with Marduk and Raquel, to pass through and into the underground car park where the faculty house their cars.

I say goodnight to Raquel and let Minnie know I’m back via telepathy as we silently head back to our suite. A dull ache permeates every vessel of my body. Though I slept in Savage’s arms for that last stretch, my body feels like a ten-thousand-pound weight is dragging me down to the depths of the ocean. I’m so tired that I end up tripping on the top step to our hiddensuite, and Lyle, clucking like a mother hen under his breath, scoops me up and takes me into the bathroom. I probably smell or something because I’d much rather go to bed, but Savage and Scythe silently follow us in there and I find myself suddenly more alert. Eugene sleepily plods towards Xander’s bed, where he’ll no doubt sleep the night away.

The dragon has, thankfully, been MIA the last two days, so it’s not at allawkward when Lyle pulls my T-shirt off.

He brushes his fingers over my stomach, like he always does, checking the dark pink scars that are still angry, diagonal slashes across my skin.

I undo my bra, sighing in relief before tossing it at Savage. He hugs the hot pink cups to his chest like I’ve given him a gift and then carefully folds it and places it in the laundry skip with his own clothes. Lyle undoes the button of my jeans, which does funny things to the secret places inside my pelvis, before he crouches, tugging them down. I place my hands on his massive shoulders as I step out of them, and he presses his mouth to my thigh before straightening. Scythe is already naked, turning towards the showers.

During the last two nights we’d taken the same motel room, all slept in the same pack bed, and used the same bathroom, each of us one at a time.

And now, standing stark naked with all three of them, watching Scythe turn one of the three golden shower heads and Savage turn on the other, their naked asses solely for my viewing pleasure, I feel a greater responsibility now.

Not only over myself, and my promised revenge to my mother, but over these males. Lyle and Savage promised their hearts to me, and I treasure that with everything I have.

Lyle, now naked and standing under the third spout and rubbing soap on his hard chest, throws a smirk on his shoulder and I suddenly realise that I’ve been staring at them for thepast minute. Savage turns around, running his hand over his eight or ten pack, whatever the hell he has these days, before I see his rock-hard cock standing to attention. My wolf casts me a lopsided grin, falling back onto the tiled wall behind him and lazily pumping his cock as he eyes me with hunger.

It’s sweet he’s happy to take care of himself, but I find myself biting my lip and darting a glance at the always-steaming, inset jacuzzi that sits patiently to my far right. Savage follows my line of sight and raises a brow.

Lyle notices something is happening straight away, and turns around to look between me and Savage. I lick my lips, my eyes darting towards the jacuzzi again, then to Scythe.

The Great White shark, likely noticing everything and pretending not to, is determinedly soaping himself. Lyle turns his entire body around to stare at me too, and I try hard not to look at his thickening length.

That jacuzzi would feel amazing to my aching body, and now that we’re home, I might actually be able to relax. So I tear my eyes away from my mates and pad my way to the heaven made of steam and water. There are steps to get in, but no railing, so I step in slowly, bending over to lay a hand on the flat of the stone.

The water is pleasantly warm and I grin sleepily to myself because I’m a genius. This looks like thebestplace to sleep. I set my back against one side and stick my foot out in front of me, letting one of the jets tickle the end of my feet, giggling at the pressure.

It takes them all of three seconds to join me.

Savage comes in first, wielding a cake of white soap like a weapon before wading over to me and rubbing it slowly over my neck and shoulders. Lyle has a washcloth and tugs my back to him, following Savage’s movements, which makes the wolf look very pleased with himself. They work together surprisingly soundly, and all that’s left for me to do is tilt my head backonto Lyle’s chest and enjoy the sweet caress on my skin. Each stroke of the soap, the washcloth and their hands, the feel of their naked skin pressed against me, relaxes my sore muscles and feeds my aching heart. I sigh contentedly, and it turns into a little moan as Savage’s fingers brush over my clit, rubbing a slow circle before slowly running his finger down the slit of my pussy. Lyle’s washcloth passes over a second later and I gasp, reaching a hand out to find Savage’s hard bicep. I run a hand over his arms and he groans, making me grind my hips into both Lyle’s cock and his hand.

I’m gently passed over to Savage, who presses kisses to my neck, his arm reaching down between us to find my clit again.

Lyle’s washcloth skims the round of my ass before trailing down my cleft to my asshole, where he uses a little circular pressure. They work me like an instrument of their own making, massaging and kissing my neck on both sides.

“Such a sweet regina,” Savage whispers roughly in my ear. “Such a perfect sweet thing.” I tilt my head up and put my arms around his neck, pulling him down so I can claim his mouth. Savage groans, his fingers claiming my pussy at the same time. I moan into lips and his tongue slides along mine, tasting hungrily.

Lyle gently bites at the tender flesh between my neck and shoulder and I reach my right hand around to hold the back of his neck. Lyle replaces the washcloth at my ass with his thumb, circling the tight band of muscle until I relax into him. A tender, seductive coil winds its way through my ass and right through my core. I feel myself dripping onto Savage’s fingers.

Breaking my kiss with Savage, I turn to find Lyle is already waiting, and he roughly captures my lips with his, his tongue commanding entry into my mouth. His thumb slips into my ass and I gasp.

“More!” I moan. Where is my shark? Where is my Scythe?

I get my answer a second later because the shower has already turned off and a small movement of the water tells me that the devil has entered the pool. I feel his eyes on me as I always do, even when I can’t see him—a cool caress of piercing sight down my cheek, my spine. I writhe against both lion and wolf, before grabbing Savage’s cock and positioning it at my entrance.

“Regina,” Savage groans, biting my neck as I allow him entry. I throw my head back, making a sound of utter pleasure as my wolf pierces my core, stretching me in the way only he can.

But Lyle’s cock is also massive and hard against the cleft of my rear. I look around for him.

“I need you,” I pant.

Lyle swallows, pupils dilated and almost engulfing the amber irises before he asks hoarsely, “Are you ready for this, angel?”

I’m gripping Savage’s shoulder so hard it must hurt, but I’m sure. “I’msoready, lion man.”

“Be careful,” Scythe warns from my left.

His concern warms something vital in me.

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