Page 78 of Psycho Gods

There was a sizzle as my fingers burned from contact with his skin.

It stung, but I didn’t pull away.

He moved closer and overwhelmed my space.

Tobacco and whiskey filled my lungs, and the hairs on the back of my neck stood up as goose bumps exploded across my arms.

My subconscious screamed at me to run.

My consciousness screamed at me to punch him in the throat.

My inner demons screamed at me to kill everyone, then myself.

My inner slut screamed at me to sit on his face and suffocate him.

He inched closer.

I pressed my mouth against his lips and jolted because they burned with heat.

He went completely still like he was afraid to move. The fiery king made a rough noise in the back of his throat, and then he moved quickly, pinning me to the bed.

Arousal ignited.

Pain exploded down my spine.

I dragged my nails across the dagger on his neck.

He pinned me to the bed with both my hands above my head.

Hips pressed punishingly against mine as he held me down so I couldn’t move. We barely fit on my bed. Where he began, I ended.

We were a tangle of limbs and aggression.

His voice was rough like broken glass and sin as he whispered against my lips, “The neck tattoos appeared after the three of us attempted to complete the bond.”

He rolled his hips against me.

Kissed me harder.

I gasped as I realized what he meant.

Images of bare skin on a black silk bed—Orion between Malum and Scorpius as the three men devoured one another with groans of pleasure and sweat-soaked skin—had me holding my breath.

The temperature spiked between us.

Embers fell off his flaming shoulders and melted as they touched my chilled skin.

“Oh,” I gasped eruditely.

He rolled his hips again, and my eyes rolled back in my head from the pleasure. Agony danced across my back.

One hand held my hands above my head while his other hand palmed my ass. He swore against my lips, “Fuck, Arabella, you’re going to be the death of me.”

I pushed my hips hard against his length.

“I’m going to ruin you,” he whispered as he kissed me harder. His lips trailed down my jaw, then lapped at the column of my throat.

He sucked on the sensitive skin, and my stomach twisted with need.

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