Page 189 of Psycho Beasts

We stared at each other for a long moment.

I ruined the intensity of the moment by giggling. “It’s hard work being a ho, but someone’s gotta do it.”

Aran bowed her head low, just like everyone did to the don. “Thank you for your service, oh impressive skanky one.”

“I prefer the term sexual deviant or twat.”

“Wow, it was that good?”

I let the tatters of my clothes fall to the floor and showcased the teeth marks and handprints that littered my body. The wounds were much fainter because shifting into a tiger had healed most of them, but the outlines of the bruises still lingered.

They still got the point across.

Aran choked on smoke. “Mother of the moon goddess.”

“That’s not even the best part.” I couldn’t help but brag.

“What else could there be? Were you hit by a car? Run over by a vampyre? Did a skyscraper crush your clit?”

I couldn’t hold it in. “Omegas have pulsating knots on the tops of their cocks that are like the world’s fastest vibrators.”

Aran’s jaw dropped. “No.”

“Yes.”

“Fuuuuuuuck, I should have gone for Xerxes.”

A low alpha growl rattled in my chest. “I’ll kill you.”

Aran put her hands up in the air and laughed. “Joking, joking. Your men are too sweet for me.”

It was my turn to gape at her. “What?”

They were all overly possessive, unhinged terrors who were the opposite of sweet.

Case in point, I’d just been violently fucked against a wall.

Aran sighed heavily and sucked in smoke, like this was something that had been troubling her for a while.

She shook her head. “I need darker men that can handle my more aggressive side.”

Images of Aran trying to smother people in their sleep flashed before me.

No one could argue that she wasn’t self-aware.

I nodded as I thought about it. “Oddly, I see that for you. But what man does that leave? The rumored devil himself?”

Aran waved her pipe dismissively. “Nah, I’ll probably just be a spinster my whole life. Since I was raised to be a breeding tool, it’s very empowering to choose celibacy.”

Her mouth turned downward, and she slumped dejectedly.

I flopped onto the bed. “Hey, don’t be like that. It’s also empowering to be a raging slut. Take back the power from the men, and all that good stuff. What happened to the bad bitch at the sex clinic?”

Aran flinched like I’d struck her.

Her bottom lip trembled.

Throughout everything we’d been through, I’d never seen her look so dejected as she did right now.