Page 106 of Psycho Gods

The music switched, and the floor vibrated to the bass as people jumped around us with their hands in the air.

I lapped at the tip with my tongue and flicked his piercing back and forth. Teased him slowly.

Sweat dripped down the side of his face.

For a second, I imagined a black glittering cape hanging off his shoulders, but I blinked and it disappeared.

Pulling back, I licked wantonly at his head like it was a lollipop. His Adam’s apple bobbed as he swallowed thickly.

Long graceful fingers reached down and gripped my chin in a punishing grip. He held my face immobile so I couldn’t move as his dark eyes flashed.

Pleasure coiled in my gut.

The moment was so intense that it left me lightheaded.

Surrealism morphed into hyperrealism as every hair on my body stood at attention.

I tingled down to the tips of my toes.

Nothing could ever compare.

Hands tangled in my curls and powerful legs pressed against my back as John straddled me from behind.

The intensity crescendoed as it reached new heights.

Luka held my face in his grip with his dick between my lips, and John held my curls in his fists as he pressed my face forward.

I was trapped.

I was flying.

The twins towered above me on either side.

The party raged around us as bodies danced and the floor vibrated beneath my knees. There was nowhere else I’d rather be.

They moved in tandem and pulled my face to the left so I was no longer looking up at Luka.

There was a wet pop as I released him from my mouth.

For a second, I stared into the crowd, confused about what they were doing.

Then I realized.

My core pulsed, and I pressed my knees together.

The kings had stood up.

They were unmoving, disturbingly still in the middle of the dancing crowd, as they fixated on where I knelt between the twins. Red flames leaped across Malum’s shoulders and were reflected in silver eyes. Orion whispered in Scorpius’s ear, his pretty features contorted with anger. The blind king was grinding his teeth together with his hands fisted.

Cherry blossoms swirled. A dagger glinted like it was solid. A third eye blinked.

The kings were close to losing all control.

They were murderous.

Good. Satisfaction was heady and warm in my chest as I remembered all the times the kings had fucked in this very room while I watched on dispassionately. They could proclaim their devotion to me as much as they wanted, but it didn’t change the past.

Karma was a bitch.