Page 199 of Psycho Gods

I tried to pull away, because I wanted to pick up my pipes before someone stepped on them, but she yanked my curls. She tugged harder. Her ridiculous nails were tangled, and she couldn’t get them free.

I narrowed my eyes.

Hers were closed like she was in the middle of a passionate embrace. She opened her mouth wantonly and licked across her palm like she was licking a lollipop.

Music spun around us.

Bodies danced.

As Sadie fake kissed me harder, her hand tightened across my face and obstructed my nose.

I suffocated.

I tried to pull away, and she tugged on my hair again.

Her kiss was rough and—what was with all the hair pulling? She bit down violently on her own palm, and I jolted at her aggression, glad it wasn’t my lips.

I hated to say it, but we were not sexually compatible.

Her interest in Cobra was making a lot more sense.

I suffocated. I’d had enough. Sacrificing a chunk of my scalp, I yanked away from her and slapped her hand away.

She slapped me back and tried to plug my nose. Her talons barely missed my eyes and stabbed the sides of my nose.

I hadn’t realized her nails were hot pink. I’d thought they were a neutral color.

They were a look.

After five minutes of wrestling, I used my height and strength to pin both her arms behind her back.

“Calm down. Stop it,” I warned her as she struggled.

She giggled. “How was that?” She wiggled her eyebrows and beamed like she was proud of herself.

“Literally—horrible.” I grimaced. “What the hell was with the biting? Are you a wild animal? What possibly made you think that I would want to be bitten aggressively in a sexual situation?”

She looked at me with shock and said, “Wait—I thought everyone was into biting?”

I prayed to the sun god for mental strength.

This was what happened when you let your best friend mate with shifter men. I was an awful friend for getting kidnapped and leaving her alone in the beast realm.

I frowned. “Normal people don’t bite others. Not like that. You were really chomping. Be honest with me right now—are you doing that during sex?”

Her face turned bright red.

She mumbled, “Some people like it.”

“Why are you actually a cat?” I tried to sound scolding but ruined it by playing with her long white hair.

She smiled as I released her arms and pulled me close. “Why are you such a silly little angel goose?”

“I’m not a goose.” I shrugged sadly as we swayed back and forth. “I can’t fly.”

She smacked me. “I swear on my life, you hovered off the ground for a second.”

“Thank the sun god,” I drawled sarcastically. “Every girl dreams of hovering an inch over the ground. How exhilarating.”