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Page 297 of Psycho Gods

John shifted on my lap, his hands wandering beneath his pants.

Orion stared at me as he writhed in pleasure—he was shockingly pretty compared to the rough handsomeness of his mates.

The three of them were divine.

Luka massaged my scalp as I played with John’s hair. Gentle zips of pain streaked down my spine, but I barely noticed it. I was too entranced with what was unfolding around me.

Malum and Scorpius fucked Orion like they were savages. Their grunts and moans filled the room. Suddenly, they pulled their hard cocks out of Orion’s holes and crawled over to me. Each one of them gave me tender kisses, then Luka picked me up and gently handed me over to Malum.

John grumbled but let me go.

Malum sat so I was sprawled across his naked thighs. He repositioned us so his thick penis jutted out between my legs. “You’re doing so well,” he whispered huskily. Orion and Scorpius took turns sucking him off while I sat on his lap.

Desire pooled between my legs, but my pain level stayed manageable because no one was touching me. After Malum came down Orion’s throat, he laid me down beside them and tucked me under the covers so I was cozy.

I gasped as they resumed making love beside me.

Everything was a blur of masculine moans, grunts of ecstasy, and heavy panting as they leaned over—each one giving me featherlight kisses as they found their release.

An hour later, I drifted asleep with the kings piled naked around me.

“So glad you’re back with us, safe,” Malum whispered.

“Me too,” I agree.

“Love ya,” he said.

Orion whispered. “I love her most.”

Bodies shifted and nails dug into the sensitive skin on my neck. “False,” Scorpius said fiercely. “My love is superior.”

“No, it isn’t,” John and Luka said simultaneously.

“I love you all,” I whispered softly as I fell asleep.

I dreamed, and it felt like peace.

Chapter 59

Aran

THE FINAL BATTLE

Agathokakological (adjective): composed of both good and evil.

DAY 39, HOUR 5

It felt like I was floating on a bed of roses.

I was ethereal.

Light.

Warmth seeped into my bones, and peace radiated through me. I curled up around the source of heat. It felt divine. Pleasure and happiness bubbled.

“Report for the final battle. Repeat, all soldiers report now for the final battle.” Enchanted speakers blared, and sirens wailed.

I was wrenched awake.




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