Page 123 of Psycho Shifters

A growl erupted from Jax’s chest at my words.

She narrowed her eyes at me, like she knew exactly what I was doing, and her little ruby eyes promised death. Her sharp cheekbones stuck out too far on her face, and my gut pinched a little.

The girl was naturally smaller, and we had been running a lot lately. Was she looking thinner?

“Sadie, you need to eat,” Jax growled from behind me.

“Princess is being a snob again. What else is new? Is the food not good enough for you?” Ascher taunted as he jumped onto his bed and began to fiddle with his phone.

An angry flush spread up her neck, and suddenly I was annoyed that all her attention was on Ascher and not me. It was me she needed to worry about, not the hothead.

“Eat your food,” I snapped, and satisfaction warmed my gut when she looked away from Ascher and over at me.

“I’m full. I’ve been through a lot today, and my stomach hurts, so I can’t eat it. Everyone needs to fucking relax. I love food. Also, this is rich coming from you, when you’re the one that makes me run like a maniac so I lose weight!”

“You’re losing weight?” Jax asked with concern and ran his hands through his hair like he was contemplating rushing to the kitchen again.

Those little ruby eyes glared at me, and my stomach pinched. How dare she blame me when she was failing to take care of herself properly?

Before she could blink, I launched myself across the room at her.

“Eat the food. Now. It’s your own fault, not mine.” I grabbed her by the back of the neck and took a bread roll off the plate. At dinners, she always ate bread rolls. They were her favorite.

“I will kill you,” she said, and her voice was scratchy and low. Like usual, it sent tremors straight to my groin.

She trembled with rage, and I couldn’t help but note that my one hand wrapped all the way around her tiny neck. My fingers fucking overlapped, for god’s sake.

Images of her underneath me as my hand was wrapped around her for a different reason flashed before me.

The scent of sweet cranberry wine grew strong, and my mouth watered.

I dropped my face closer and whispered in her ear, “Be a good girl.” Underneath my hand, her neck quivered as a shudder ran through her entire body.

Her pupils were blown and her breath shallow.

She fucking wanted me as bad as I wanted her.

The gorgeous red highlights framed her face and made her eyes sparkle like rubies.

Her delicate pink tongue snaked out and ran over her pillowy bottom lip. It was unfair that her lips were so fucking lush. It was unnatural.

I leaned forward.

And shoved the bread roll into her mouth.

She spit back at me, and crumbs got everywhere as we tussled.

Her legs kicked into my ribs, and I fought to shove more food in her face.

We rolled about on her bed, fighting for dominance. At one point, she kneed me in the balls so hard I lost my grip.

She slammed her elbow down on my sternum, and she crawled on top of me, shoving bread in my face.

I reached up and flipped her over. Hard. I had been holding back, and her eyes widened as she realized she was trapped.

“Fight, fight, fight,” Ascher chanted from his bed as he continued playing on his phone and barely paid us any attention.

We continued to grapple and ignored the annoying fucker. I tried to press a big hunk of chicken between her clenched teeth.

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