Page 343 of Psycho Gods

A heady warmth strummed inside my heart as jewels vibrated on my wrist and neck. I wore little pink bows and a tiara as I sprawled wantonly beneath my mate.

The world was hazy in the best sort of way.

When callused fingers traced along the waistband of my gossamer pants, someone cleared their throat.

We both paused.

Reluctantly, John crawled off me and went back to his place in the circle. His cheeks were flushed with arousal, eyes hooded, as he adjusted his pants and stared at me hungrily.

I focused on regulating my breathing as I adjusted my shirt.

No one spoke.

Luka passed me a wine bottle, and I gulped it greedily.

My head floated.

My core still strummed with need.

As John spun the empty wine bottle, colors and warm lights were fuzzy. It was lovely.

Orion reached his hand out and stopped the bottle so it landed on me.

No one argued.

John’s voice was rough with desire as he asked me, “Truth or dare?”

“Truth,” I whispered huskily.

“I dare you to take off all your clothes,” John ordered, ignoring my choice. The outline of a dark crown formed atop his head, and a glittering cape of darkness was draped across his shoulders.

Ever so slowly, I tugged off my shirt and pants.

The men held their breaths.

Low-fi music swirled.

Leaves rustled, and night creatures called to each other.

Naked, I tipped back the enchanted wine bottle and chugged. Sticky wine spilled down my neck and across my chest.

Unashamed of my muscles and scars, I sat up straight and spun the empty bottle again.

This time, no one stopped it.

It landed on Luka.

“Truth or dare?” I asked hoarsely.

Luka’s dark eyes were hooded with desire as he said, “Dare.”

I whispered, “I dare you to also get naked.”

He stared at me intensely as he pulled off his clothes and revealed the fine-line tattoos that covered his lean, muscled chest. Silver metal glinted below his waist, and Orion looked at it appreciatively.

Luka spun the bottle.

It landed next to me on Corvus, and the flame above our heads flickered.