Page 94 of Psycho Shifters
Uncaring, I leaped into the bathroom and head-butted the door shut.
Focusing on pushing through the metaphorical wall, I transformed back into my naked skin. I gasped as sweat ran down my brow and my body burned unnaturally.
I stumbled around the large bathroom and dug out the clothes I kept for easy changing so that the alphas would never see parts of my torso in a towel. I barely tugged the clothes over my burning flesh before I collapsed onto the cool ground and moaned in agony.
The pain was different from anything I had experienced before. What the fuck had been in that bite? The worst of it emanated from my core, and I burned alive with heat and queasiness.
Overwhelmed by the sensations, I barely noticed that the bathroom door was thrown open, and Jax tenderly gathered me into his arms.
“I don’t know what is happening to her. What the fuck did you do?” Jax yelled at Cobra as he carried me back into the bedroom.
Through hooded eyes, I noted with satisfaction that both sides of Cobra’s neck were cut open and blood was still pouring from the wounds.
My satisfaction transformed into anger when the snake shifter grinned at me with his classic sneer.
The gorgeous bastard wasn’t shaken at all.
For a long moment, I considered transforming back and biting off one of his fingers. That would show him.
My core convulsed with a spike of burning need, and I moaned in frustration.
Concentrating on surviving the feverish pain consuming my entire body, I was distracted from fantasizing about maiming Cobra.
“What the fuck did you do to her?” Ascher bellowed into Cobra’s face, and the pale alpha’s cold sneer faltered.
“It was a small dose of my poison.” Cobra laid his hand on my forehead with concern.
“That should not be causing this.” I vibrated in Jax’s arms as his growl shook through me.
“The smallest amount. It should only cause lethargy.” Cobra’s usual silky tone was clipped and forced, like he was internally panicking and didn’t know how to express it.
“It burns,” I whispered and writhed in Jax’s arms. My feverish body simultaneously wanted more and less of Jax’s touch. I wanted to consume him, but he was already consuming me.
I needed to get away.
Kicking out, I struggled until the large alpha deposited me gently onto my bed. Gasping on the fur covers, I squirmed, desperate to squelch the burn that was roaring through me.
“Where does it hurt?” Cobra yelled down at me. It was the most agitated I had ever seen him. His perfectly sculpted face strained with worry.
My core spasmed, and a moan ripped through my throat. “Please,” I begged, as the fire consumed me completely.
All at once, the scents of frost, chestnut, and pine filled the small space. For some reason, the alpha pheromones stoked my pain, and my back arched off the bed in desperation.
“She’s fucking turned on!” Ascher’s deep voice cut through the room like a hammer.
“What did you do?” Jax slammed Cobra against the brick wall. Bits of brick broke off and fell to the ground and logs in the fireplace rolled from the force of the blow.
“I don’t know.” Cobra looked at me frantically. His emerald eyes bore into me, and his lush mouth opened slightly, red tongue snaking out and licking his lips.
The fires within me reached a fever pitch. All of a sudden, I was fantasizing about Cobra’s perfect body atop mine.
“We have to help her,” Ascher said, like he had come to a decision. In a blur of movement, the horned alpha stood over me, and his hand gently moved up my clothed knee toward my core.
My body burned hotter, and I opened my mouth to beg him. I didn’t know what I wanted him to do, but I knew I needed it with every fiber of my being.
Ascher’s tattoos bunched across his tan skin, and he leaned forward toward my face. His harsh jaw tensed, and his full mouth slightly parted.
Cobra slammed into him and threw him across the floor. Somehow, he had gotten away from Jax.