Page 241 of Psycho Gods
He slammed his fist into the concrete bathroom wall. “You’ve been in pain every single fucking time you’ve been turned on. Do you understand how messed up that is? All three of us touched you in the changing room!” He screamed as he punched, then his voice dropped and he whispered brokenly, “We never should have touched you. You made a pained noise, and we didn’t realize.”
He gasped like he was holding back a sob.
Scarlet flames filled the bathroom with suffocating smoke.
Ice formed on my fingertips. Hot water melted it away. My clothes hung off me, soaking wet and dirty from the battle.
Grime pooled at my feet before it washed down the drain.
I didn’t regret not telling the men, but I regretted that this was what we’d come to—spiraling in a tiny bathroom.
Six large bodies crammed into a space built for two. Max.
Everyone was squished together.
Slumped over on the edge of the tub, bumping into everyone, Scorpius pulled at his hair dejectedly.
Water sprayed off me and onto him. His pale skin was speckled with pink.
He looked ill.
Orion staggered and collapsed down onto the toilet seat. With his legs intertwined with Scorpius, he hyperventilated. Malum kept driving his fists punishingly through the concrete.
The kings were a mess.
The twins weren’t much better.
John and Luka stood on either side of me in the shower. Our sopping-wet bodies were pressed flushed against one another, and tremors rocked through all three of us. Scorpius’s back leaned against our legs.
I didn’t know which one of us was shaking.
Perhaps we all were.
The room spun in a blur of water, fire, and rage.
I turned my head to the side and came face-to-face with angry, dark eyes. Dimples framed a frowning mouth.
John reached out and enveloped me in a punishing hug. His arms trembled as he whispered something I couldn’t understand against the side of my neck.
Someone else’s hands turned me around, so my back was flush to John’s front.
I blinked through the hot water.
Luka grabbed my chin and tipped my face up. He spoke slowly like the words themselves were painful in his mouth. “Why didn’t you tell us?”
He waited for my response.
My brain had liquefied, and my thoughts were static. I tried to move my lips, but they were numb. My tongue was heavy. Dead.
Luka pulled my fingers away from my mouth, and it took me a second to realize I’d been picking at my lip.
The bathroom fell eerily quiet. The only sound was running water and heavy breathing as all the men went still and waited for my response.
Luka’s grip on my chin tightened. “Answer me, Arabella. Why didn’t you tell us?”
John spoke. “Lately—through our new bond—I’ve been feeling agony streak down my back at the strangest moments. I had no idea where it was coming from—that was you feeling attraction…wasn’t it?”
I shrugged.