Page 30 of Psycho Gods

He was focused on the two of us.

At all times.

Luka’s dark eyes flashed with concern as he stared down at me, so I wiggled out of John’s arms and jumped to give him a quick kiss on the cheek.

His fingers pressed reverently against where my lips touched.

Pinpricks of pain trailed across my back. There was something so heartbreakingly sweet about Luka that it made me want to latch onto him and never let him go.

John pulled me back beneath his arm and answered his twin, “Nah.” He flashed his dimples and tried to tweak my nose again, but I ducked. “My wife is perfect.”

“Our wife,” Luka corrected.

Malum said, “She’s not your wife.”

The kings glared at the twins like they were a threat. Malum’s flaming arms were draped over Scorpius and Orion protectively.

For a few seconds, I’d forgotten they existed, and I missed that time because it was peaceful.

The devils moved together and crowded our space as Luka stepped forward protectively.

“Not our wife.” John winked dramatically. “Yet.”

I rolled my eyes. “Whatever you say, husband.”

My stomach swooped, and the pain intensified.

“Shut the fuck up and be quiet,” Malum snarled. “You both know the rules.”

What a sweet man. There was that sunshine and rainbows attitude everyone knew and loved.

His knuckles were white from how tightly he was gripping his mates for support.

Therapy had clearly mellowed him out. Not.

He needed electric shock therapy, or a lobotomy, or both.

I was willing to experiment.

John opened his mouth to speak, and the glare Malum shot at him would have brought a lesser man to his knees.

Central to the war effort was remaining undetected by the ungodly. Since the High Court didn’t know what technology the planet possessed, everyone was ordered to stay indoors as much as possible, and if you were outside, you had to be quiet.

Red flames flickered on bronze shoulders, and the snow falling around us turned into rain.

The kings stared at me with intense emotions.

I stared back with deadened eyes.

I’d stopped caring when he’d forced me to stand out under a sky that rained glass.

“You’re just calling him husband to get on our nerves,” Scorpius sneered.

I sighed heavily. “You think you’re so important. Newsflash, I’m calling him my husband—because that’s exactly what he’s going to be.” I scoffed. “Everything isn’t about you. Grow up.”

Scorpius’s razor-sharp jaw twitched, red flames multiplied, and Orion frowned at me like I’d disappointed him.

I leaned against John, and Luka rubbed my back. I smiled with contentment and said softly, “My husbands are important to me.”

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