Page 120 of Psycho Gods

No one answered.

Malum’s flames slowly extinguished, and he looked dejected, sitting on the ground with his head cradled in his hands. Scorpius rubbed his back while Orion patted his head.

I would have felt bad.

But I didn’t.

What could I say—bitches were harsh like that. For context, I was bitches.

“Break’s over team.” I clapped my hands. “Let’s hurry this up.”

Malum stumbled to his feet, and all three kings turned their attention toward me.

I took a step back.

Their expressions were mournful.

I glanced behind my shoulder to see if they were looking at someone else, because the energy radiating off them put my teeth on edge. Apparently giving the twins a blow job in front of them had broken their spirits.

If I’d known that was all it would take, I would have done it sooner.

Sun god, I hadn’t known oral sex was such a big deal to them.

“So how do we want to do this?” I asked.

“Take off your coat and shirt,” Scorpius ordered.

I rolled my eyes and spat at his feet. “You’re a pig.”

“What did I say about spitting?” he asked in a mocking, cruel voice, and all of a sudden, I was struggling to breathe.

He stalked across the rocks and leaned close to me. “I said—that I’d spit in your pretty little mouth if you ever spat at me again.”

His breath mixed with snowflakes and fanned against the side of my face. “Did you forget, Arabella? Or are you purposefully being a brat?”

I forgot how to swallow.

“Um?” I asked eloquently.

He arched his brow and sneered, “Open up.”

My jaw unhinged, and his eyes widened with surprise, then I snapped it closed. “You gotta be quick,” I taunted—opening and closing it repeatedly.

He looked down at me with pity.

Yep, I was 100 percent still intoxicated.

Scorpius rolled his milky eyes and took a step back. Apparently, I’d killed the mood. Oh darn.

He explained, “You need to reveal your wings. That’s why you need to take off your clothes.”

“Fine.” I ripped off my coat and pulled my long-sleeved thermal over my head so I was in nothing but a sports bra. The Necklace of Death and diamond bracelet were warm against my skin even though they were exposed to the elements.

The kings stared at me hungrily.

Their hooded eyes were locked on my sports-bra-covered chest, and I looked down.

I crossed my arms over my chest. It wasn’t like I was well endowed in that department, so I didn’t understand why they were acting obsessed.