Page 101 of Psycho Gods

I pulled three pipes from my lips and blew out as I tried not to look at the man crawling across the room toward me. “I’m yours. I’m your hound,” he said as he got closer. “Forgive me—please.”

I choked.

Somehow he’d managed to make an apology sound like a command.

They were on their knees before their Revered; Malum was crawling toward her.

Not me.

He was trying to manipulate my womanly disposition by groveling.

The worst part was it was working.

I girded my loins and reminded myself that my most feminine quality was that I was pure evil.

It forced out a dark chuckle as I glared down at the flaming king who knelt at my feet. “You are all delusional.”

Turning my back to them, I pushed through the gaping crowd toward the two men who’d been standing against the wall behind me all night, silently observing as I’d danced with Sadie and sparred with her mate.

Their presence was a constant comfort.

Their energy was different because they wanted Aran.

Not Arabella.

Not a Revered.

John rolled his eyes at my expression, but he flashed his dimples and licked his lips as I sauntered forward and wrapped my arms around his neck. Luka pulled his gaze away from where Orion knelt, and focused the full weight of his attention on me.

“Should we give them a show?” I asked him.

He tried to look disinterested but failed spectacularly. “Are you sure you want us and not Sadie? You’ve been rubbing all over her all night,” he asked petulantly.

“Aw, are you jealous, sweetheart?” I asked back.

“It depends.” He wrapped his arms around my waist and pulled me flush against his hips. “Does it turn you on?”

He winked, and I laughed. “Maybe.”

Luka played with a curl and asked, “Are you feeling okay?”

“Like today or in general?” I squinted.

He arched a dark brow. “How are you doing right now?”

“Horrible.” I smiled up at his concerned expression as the room spun around me.

He frowned and massaged the back of my head. “I don’t think we should—”

“Fuck me in front of the kings until I feel better,” I demanded, loud enough for the devils to hear.

The crowd broke into murmurs.

“What the fuck are all of you standing around looking at?” Malum asked the crowd, and the dancing resumed.

John pulled me closer and tsked as he shook his head. “Are you trying to use us to get to the kings? Am I nothing but a hunk of meat to you?”

“Nah.” I winked. “You’ve also got some gravy.”