Page 57 of Psycho Shifters
Surprisingly, a massive smile split his boyish face. “Oh, sweetie, you just found yourself a best friend. Fuck most shifters. Except you. You were a beast out there. And oh my sun god, your fangs are seriously sick.” Sparks jumped in his turquoise eyes as he grinned at me.
A heady rush of relief coursed through me. He wasn’t going to treat me like a broken doll.
Aran was going to be dangerous to be around. His smile was infectious, and I grinned back at him.
“I have a feeling we’re going to overthrow the oligarchy.” I winked to let him know I was only half joking.
“First, we’ll have to overthrow your alphas, and I have a feeling it’s going to be dirty, dirty, dirty work.” He dramatically drew out the words dirty, dirty, dirty and fanned himself.
His raunchy expression made it clear what he was insinuating.
They weren’t my alphas, but I didn’t correct him. Like Cobra and Jax, Aran was definitely into men.
I relaxed further, and my smile widened. I didn’t have to worry about him expecting something from me.
“You have no idea.” I giggled like a little girl. My voice was still scratchy and broken, but it was the happiest noise I had made in a while.
The shadow snake sent a small electric zip of delight across my lower back when I thought about Cobra, and now it was slithering merrily around my back, adding to my joy.
My life was still a flaming mess.
Somehow, making a friend had made everything seem better.
SADIE
THINGS GET SPICY
Unsurprisingly, the doctor checked my vitals and announced I was completely healthy. I promised Aran that I would hang out later and left to find my bed and take a long nap.
I wandered aimlessly through the training compound. Long mahogany corridors with shiny candelabras and exposed brick walls repeated endlessly. It was a maze of cramped stairwells and sharp angles.
After a few wrong turns, I sighed with relief when I finally saw the familiar wood door with an A carved into it.
My sigh of relief got stuck in my throat when I opened the door.
The first thing I noticed was the alpha pheromones. The scents of frosty chestnuts and pine hit my face in a choking cloud.
The second thing I noticed was the noise.
Heavy grunts, growls, and moans vibrated through the room. The sound was so deep and guttural that goosebumps broke out across my skin.
The third thing I noticed was the massive alphas fucking against the wall.
I had seen betas and null shifters have sex at the tavern: women discreetly sitting on males’ laps, men bending each other over behind the pool table, women finger-fucking each other in the bathroom. I had even taken the trash out and found a woman on her knees, sucking a man off in a pile of snow.
Shifters were known to be extremely amorous and would fuck literally anybody.
The bar encounters had made me want to puke with disgust.
This was different.
Jax had Cobra pinned against the wall. Jax’s sweatpants were pulled down his massive thighs, like he had been in a rush and forgotten to take them off.
Firelight cast shadows across his bulging muscles and rounded butt as they flexed with each punishing thrust into Cobra.
It was breathtaking. Cobra’s light skin and emerald jewels contrasted dramatically with Jax’s dark skin and gold jewelry.
They were both massive men, but Jax’s bulky muscles managed to dwarf Cobra’s tapered frame.