Page 91 of Psycho Shifters

In slow motion, Jax leaned forward and licked the trail of cranberry sauce off Cobra’s Adam’s apple, up his face, all the way to his mouth.

A servant who stood holding drinks behind Jax stared openmouthed at the alphas. A glass broke. Neither gave a fuck.

Cobra looked over at me and smirked as Jax slowly licked the cranberry sauce off of his red mouth.

Adjusting my swollen cock in my pants, I couldn’t help but imagine that Jax was licking the princess’s juices off Cobra’s mouth.

Groaning, I ran my hand over my face and sighed heavily. We were acting like horny teenagers over fucking cranberry sauce.

We were fucked, and it was all the princess’s fault.

SADIE

SNAKEBITES AND OTHER APHRODISIACS

I was never running again.

While I sat on the toilet, my intestines screamed in agony as I suffered ballistic diarrhea.

I fantasized about clawing Cobra’s smirk off his face and pictured the alpha writhing in pain. It was the only thing that was getting me through this torture.

As I died on the toilet, I thought back to the epic book of battles I’d used to read growing up.

In the bootleg book from the fae realm, the three half warriors, Demetre, Shane, and Noah, chased down vicious monsters.

Part alpha and part fae, they were the strongest warriors in all the realms. Demetre was even rumored to shift into a dragon.

Yes, I know what you’re thinking: I did have an intense crush on him.

He was a freaking dragon. As a ten-year-old, I’d found that sexy. In contrast, Lucinda thought Demetre “seemed scary and mean.”

Our reactions to Demetre probably spoke loads about our mental health; one of us was well, and the other had deep psychological issues from being whipped every other day of their lives.

We all had our things.

Still, in the story about the half warriors, they would chase monsters for days without stopping.

As a kid, I’d thought the long runs had sounded exciting, exhilarating, and adventurous.

Now they sounded like absolute bullshit.

Maybe Demetre had special dragon blood that helped him run fast because my scrawny ass wanted to nap, lie still, and never run again.

A while later, I limped out of the bathroom.

I fell weakly onto my warm bed and sighed with exhaustion.

“You didn’t eat lunch. You need to eat more food,” Jax said from the other side of the room. He was lounging shirtless on his bed, and his ridiculous biceps glowed in the firelight.

For a moment, my mind froze as I tracked the veins that snaked across his biceps and down his forearms.

His arm was thicker than my thigh—hell, my entire torso.

“She’ll live.” Cobra lounged on his bed next to Jax. His upper body was on his own bed, but his feet were kicked up on Jax’s.

I was ignoring the bastard because he had ordered the run from hell. Ignoring him meant not noticing he was shirtless and not staring at the jewels embedded in his abs.

Living with alphas meant I was constantly surrounded by half-naked, annoying men, and it was slowly driving me crazy.