Page 38 of Psycho Gods

There was a scratching noise as my Ignis ran his hands over his shaved head and snapped, “Really?”

Arabella chuckled, then stopped like she’d remembered who she was laughing with. “Tell me why you have it.” Two palms pressed against my chest and pushed me backward.

She was trying to be threatening.

I swallowed down a moan.

My Revered’s hands were on me.

She’d voluntarily touched me.

Ten warm fingers had splayed against my shirt for .2 seconds, and it was just long enough to send streaks of lust exploding across my senses.

I readjusted my pants.

“Tell me!” Arabella pushed me again.

I put my fist to my mouth and bit down to stop myself from giving her an explanation. I needed her to keep touching me like I needed to breathe.

It was fucking crucial to my survival.

She was my survival.

Nobody could understand but us.

Unlike other relationships, devil mates weren’t symbiotes of compatible souls that joined together.

A Revered was a male devil’s soul. Period.

Without her we were soulless monsters.

An enchanted voice boomed, “All legions and soldiers report to the cafeteria in .01 hours.”

“We need to go now,” Corvus barked over the sirens.

“Come on, Aran,” Luka said gruffly, and there was the sound of flesh against cloth as he pulled her away from me.

“Stay calm,” John murmured to her.

As our legion exited the room, Orion and I ran forward in unison and placed ourselves in front of Arabella. A Protector shielded his Revered.

Always.

Orion grabbed my elbow as he jogged beside me and led me down the paths.

I nodded my thanks in his direction.

We were on the same page.

Behind us, Arabella whispered, “Get out of my way.” She pushed gently against my back. “Also, explain the hair tie.”

I grunted from the ecstasy of her touch.

Chilly air slapped my face, and steam sizzled as the pine needles whispered, snow falling gently all around.

I tasted the cold radiating off Arabella; it was like a shot of adrenaline straight into my veins. It was addicting.

The noises of the new realm were foreign and disorienting. The landscape was quietly loud in a cacophony of hushed sounds. I’d never heard anything like it.

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