Page 89 of Psycho Gods

Seeing the question in my eyes, Orion smirked and said, “The twins and demons are bringing you back food from the cafeteria. It’s just the two of us.” He winked seductively. “Wanna hang?”

I flopped back onto my covers. “Yeah—myself.”

Orion laughed loudly, and I startled as I realized he’d been speaking to me at full volume. His voice was as beautiful as his face.

Life wasn’t fair.

“Where are your mates?” I asked as I threw myself out of bed and avoided thinking about warm brown eyes, long lashes, plush pink lips, and a sinful voice.

“They’re doing some important king business, don’t worry,” he said.

Malum’s words from last night came back to me. Orion had earned his cherry blossoms with openmouthed kisses and moans of pleasure. I closed my eyes and tried to rub away the feeling of warm lips devouring me.

Turning around, I walked into a wall of muscle and jumped. My mouth watered at the divine scent of chocolate raspberries.

Orion stared down at me with a strange intensity. He’d moved silently across the room with impossible speed.

His full lips gave him a perpetual pout.

The memory of how soft his lips had felt when he’d kissed me at Elite Academy played through my mind. He kissed differently from Malum. Less rough, but equally passionate.

I licked my lips and swayed closer to him.

A sharp bolt of pain slammed down my spine and brought me back to reality.

Wondrous, I was becoming a pervert like the men.

I staggered away.

“Seriously. Are you okay?” he asked at full volume as he reached for me.

I flinched and kept backing away from him.

“Obviously—I’m clearly thriving,” I said drolly instead of admitting I kept making out with my mortal enemy and I was beginning to suspect that I wanted to bone both him and Malum at the same time.

I grimaced as I made my bed just to give myself something to do.

One day, you were a woman with hopes and dreams, and the next, you were fantasizing about sitting on two men’s faces just to shut them up.

Awkwardness stretched between us.

“Do you want to talk about it?” he asked.

I swallowed manic laughter. “Hard no.”

His scent spiked sweeter as he moved closer to me, and I covered my mouth. Head spinning from too many hours of sleep, I staggered into the cramped bathroom and slammed the door shut, then locked it for good measure.

I turned on the water and collapsed into the tub.

Scalding-hot water burned my flesh, and I pretended not to notice that it reminded me of Malum’s kisses.

There was screwed, and then there was screwed. I was the latter.

Pink blotches covered my limbs.

Wet curls were plastered across my face.

I laid my head back.

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