Page 126 of Psycho Shifters

“I think I just got fingered in the ass?” Aran whispered in horror, and I choked on an inappropriate laugh.

It wasn’t funny. But that didn’t stop the chuckling from bursting through me.

“Oh, you little hussy.” Aran reached for my ass with his finger pointed, and I screamed like a lunatic, jumping away from him.

A server stopped in front of us with her eyebrows raised and two drinks in her hands.

“Oh, we’re just friends. No worries.” I laughed and took the drinks from her hands. She backed away with big eyes like we were crazy.

I handed Aran a flute, and we both immediately tossed the contents down our throats. We needed the liquid fucking courage.

I had drunk alcohol before but nothing so thick and bright-colored.

Immediately, stars sparkled in my vision and the world spun deliciously. They had broken out the special alcohol for this event. Nothing I had ever drunk had made me feel like this.

“Oh my moon goddess, this is it. We needed this.” I giggled as Aran flung his arms around me dramatically.

“Oooh, sweet cranberries.” He laughed and twirled one of his long fingers around my hair.

I leaned closer to him and practiced my hugging. Not to brag, but I was getting really good at it. Pressed against him, for the first time, I smelled his scent.

It made me realize again that I had never noticed Aran’s scent before, which was weird because usually betas reeked.

“Wowza, you smell like cold death.” I giggled as it burned my nose. Holy moly, he smelled dangerous. My beast would love it.

His scent reminded me a little of Cobra’s frosty scent but it was different. It had more bite.

“Oh, honey, you have no idea.” The noise that erupted from his chest sounded suspiciously like a giggle.

Then we proceeded to grab more drinks from the same servant and throw back the contents. I didn’t know how long we stayed huddled and giggling around a table, but it was long enough for the lights to get even dimmer.

Suddenly, the sweet, lyrical music transformed into something dark and heavy. The bass shook through the room, and my body vibrated with its force.

“Holy shifter moly,” I said. Bodies had been pressed together on the dance floor. But now they writhed. Bumped. Ground.

“Penis!” Aran pointed to the dance floor, and we both looked to see a naked male with his dick out while he openly fingered the girl grinding against him.

“He’s not even using it?” I giggled and pretended my finger was a penis flopping about like the guy’s.

Weirdly, the same servant from before made eye contact with us from across the room and quickly turned around. She was avoiding us. Rude.

When she brought the last drink, I only told her she would probably be really good at stabbing people because it was true. You could see it in her eyes. She was violent.

Whatever, we took drinks from another servant.

Also, we started a game: we screamed every time we saw an exposed penis on the dance floor. Excitingly—and also upsettingly, depending on your perspective—we saw a lot of them.

So many that I was definitely no longer a virgin.

It was liberating.

Suddenly, my fizzy brain felt a little less fizzy. Ascher’s onyx horns gleamed, and his colorful tattoos flashed. His gold hair was slicked back.

He looked stunning in his dark suit.

I wasn’t the only one who thought so. Three busty women ground against him. Somehow, he managed to move with all of them in rhythm to the music.

He was taller and stronger than all the men around him, and even from afar, my knees trembled at the way his powerful hips thrust forward.