Page 128 of Psycho Shifters

“Ten out of ten, good form!” I giggled, and sparkles appeared around Jax’s handsome face as I looked up at him.

Mika moaned on the floor, and I grimaced. Poor guy hadn’t done anything wrong.

“Love the punch, Jax, but he’s a friend. He didn’t do anything,” I said.

Suddenly, Cobra slammed his foot into Mika’s side and kicked him viciously. “He touched our property.”

Even tingly, I knew that was wrong. “I’ll show you property.”

I kicked Cobra in the nuts. Hard. However, I lost balance because the tailor ladies hated me and wanted me to suffer. My stiletto wobbled, and I wobbled with it.

Ascher appeared and grabbed me before I hit the deck. I’d never noticed he had “SPL” tattooed on his knuckles.

“Special. Pooping. Lid?” I guessed aloud.

“What the fuck, Princess?”

Guess I was wrong.

“This is an elite party. You cannot punch patrons!” A stuffy lady in a hideous feather dress scolded Jax. Servants surrounded Mika and carried him away. To be fair, everyone on the dance floor was still grinding. Dicks were still exposed and twirling around. She was being dramatic.

A growl rattled through Jax’s chest, and I giggled at the sound.

“Why are you dressed like this?” Ascher asked and glared down at me, his horns straightening and elongating.

“You need to change now,” Cobra ordered me.

I flipped him off.

“You like it?” I asked Jax and spun in a wobbly circle, showing off my tight dress and makeup. For the first time in my life, I felt girly and pretty. It was nice.

“Little alpha, you’re killing me. I’m going to get fresh air,” Jax said as he ran his hands over his face and stomped away.

“I’ll come!” I hurried after him. I loved air. And I didn’t want the big guy to be alone. I didn’t like seeing him like this.

He deserved to be happy.

Cobra’s hand latched around my wrist and stopped me from following Jax.

“Ascher, go after him. Make sure he’s okay,” Cobra alpha-barked.

Ascher grumbled expletives but stomped away out the door. I didn’t understand why Cobra wouldn’t go after him. He was his man, after all, and I was jealous as fuck.

Before I could point out that Cobra was being a bad boyfriend, he tugged me mercilessly across the room to a small alcove.

He threw open a door and shoved me inside.

We stood chest to chest in darkness. Well, chest to belly. Even with my heels, he was half a head taller than me.

I grumbled and flailed my legs around, but I had nowhere to go. We were definitely in some old linen closet.

“How ya doin’?” My brain was still a little fizzy, and it was kind of funny that we were in the dark. He was being soooo dramatic.

“Let me make this clear: you will not fuck with Jax’s emotions. You will not touch another man. You will not dress like this in public ever again,” Cobra said, his voice a frosty whip.

From the bite in his voice, it was clear he needed to try the fizzy drink. He had so much rage. It was unhealthy.

A wicked thought sparked in my brain. If I went down on my knees and took him in my mouth, that would probably make him less angry.