Page 333 of Psycho Gods

A door would shut too loudly, and Scorpius would snatch a knife from his pants and prepare to throw it.

Corvus would randomly burst into flames.

I tripped over a flower one day, and Orion screamed out in fright as I fell to the ground. All the men had unknowingly frozen in place.

Some days John would tell a few too many jokes like he was overcompensating, and Luka would refuse to let us out of his sight.

I left trails of ice across the estate and balls of scarlet fire followed me around wherever I went.

I’d reassured Corvus a hundred times that I wasn’t cold anymore, but he refused to put out his flames. One time, he’d just grunted and said, “It’s my job as Ignis to keep my Revered warm. Let me do my job.”

My jaw had dropped. “Am I just a job to you?”

Steel eyes smoldered with rage. “Don’t you dare twist my words,” he growled like a feral creature.

I threw my head back and laughed mockingly. “Excuse me for being a person with thoughts and feelings. I forgot you don’t listen to me because unlike the rest of your mates, I’m a filthy woman.”

He exploded in flames and threw me over his shoulder. I kicked and screamed and punched his back as he carried me to the bedroom.

He sat down on the bed and pulled down my pants.

A flaming hand slapped my ass. “Take it back,” he snarled. “Take it back, Aran, or so help me sun god.” His fingers splayed possessively across me.

He said darkly, “You’re not filthy.”

A rough sound rumbled in his chest.

“You’re.”

Slap.

“My.”

Slap.

“Woman.”

I squirmed, hyperaware of the hardness pressing against me.

“Um, what?” I panted intelligently.

He caressed my ass, flames sizzling deliciously as they touched my frost-covered skin.

I squirmed.

He let out a low moan and ground himself against me. “You’re mine,” he repeated like a man possessed.

I rubbed against him and nodded, unsure how we’d gotten here.

Snowflakes fell around us.

The temperature of the room plummeted; scarlet flames burned brighter.

“Are we going to fuck?” I whispered.

Corvus pulled himself away from me like he’d been stung. “I’m sorry,” he whispered brokenly. “I shouldn’t have done that.”

“What?” I asked with confusion, but he was backing away.