Page 89 of Psycho Shifters

Truthfully, Cobra was the handsomest bastard I had ever seen in my life.

He was physically perfect, like a marble sculpture covered in diamonds and emeralds. There was also something about the darkness that swirled in his green eyes that drove a person crazy, and he knew it.

“Really? You’re both gonna sit here and fantasize about her after we literally just killed her in the gym this morning? Am I the only one concerned about her performance?” Jax glared at both of us.

The big man was usually easygoing and controlled, but lately he seemed stressed as hell. Not to mention the fact that he had started growling like a wild bear. He had never done that before the princess arrived.

Fucking concerning.

“She was pathetic.” Cobra bit into his steak like he didn’t give a single fuck about the princess. I would have believed him if I hadn’t lived with him for the last year.

Cobra’s back was ramrod straight, and his upper lip curled like he was thinking about strangling the princess for being inept at running. Never mind the fact that he had fucking cuddled her all night like Prince Charming.

He was as obsessed as the rest of us.

“She’s going to get herself killed if she can’t run fifteen miles without keeling over like she’s dying,” I said with disgust. “Also, why the fuck did she wear that ridiculous sweatshirt?”

“She’s a prude.” Cobra shrugged like he didn’t care, but stabbed his fork into his meat so hard that one of the tongs broke off.

“And she lied to the media about how she injured her voice,” Jax said with a heavy sigh.

“Why the fuck is it so….?” I struggled for the correct word.

“Raspy,” I said at the same time Cobra said, “Dirty.” I chuckled because that was exactly what I had been thinking.

Cobra smirked, and I couldn’t help but picture the princess writhing between us, whispering dirty words. He lifted his dark eyebrow as I stared at him.

Suddenly, I was envisioning Cobra underneath me as he took the princess. He licked his lips again, like he knew exactly what I was imagining.

“Ow!” I said. Jax had leaned forward and slapped Cobra and me behind our heads. His hands were fucking massive, and I swore he’d given me a slight concussion.

“Harder,” Cobra moaned dramatically.

Jax glared at us both like we were the biggest idiots.

“And her nightmares,” Jax said, determined to have a normal conversation about the princess.

I slumped back into my chair and thought about everything. The truth was, I was also concerned.

“How can someone go from a fighting machine to not being able to run without gasping like they are dying? It just doesn’t make sense.” I thought about the day she had caught Jax fucking Cobra.

In the hall, the prettiest blush had stained her cheeks, but then something had happened and she had become cold as ice.

She’d fucking walked past us like we were nothing to her, like we were beneath her.

Her dual nature was hot as hell.

I pictured Auntie naked to stop myself from getting hard again.

“She’s hiding something, probably a spy.” Cobra shrugged like it didn’t bother him one bit that we could be sharing a bedroom with a traitor.

I stilled at his words, then willed myself to relax.

“She seems too volatile to be a spy. A spy would be more consistent with their performance. The little alpha is all over the place.” Jax shook his head and sighed heavily.

I thought back to the run today. She really had been pathetic.

Poor little princess looked like she’d been literally dying, not running laps around an indoor track.