Page 348 of Psycho Gods

“Good thing I’m blind.”

He spun me around so my front was pressed against the marble shower wall. Soapy hands trailed across me with deceptive gentleness, then there was a loud crack as he slapped my ass.

I jolted at the blow and tried to stifle my moan.

“You’re going to walk down the aisle,” he whispered into my ear, “with red cheeks.”

I squinted with confusion.

His hand cracked down harder, and I jolted. The sharp sting turned into a dull heat that melted away.

I blushed as I realized what cheeks he meant.

“Perfect,” he whispered. “You deserve a prize for being so sweet for me.” Fingers explored my slickness as he mercilessly made good on his promise with his other hand.

When I was a quivering mess, he pushed himself deep inside me.

I convulsed around him, and it sent him into a frenzy.

His pace was brutal ecstasy.

He didn’t give me time to catch my breath.

Then suddenly he pulled out and barked, “Get on your knees.”

Head floaty from multiple orgasms, I did what he said without question. Knees slammed against tile as I obeyed.

He rewarded me sweetly.

An hour later, we both stumbled out of the steamy bathroom into the bedroom. Well, I stumbled; Scorpius sauntered with male smugness.

“I can’t wait to feast during the dinner reception,” he whispered in my ear as he cupped me through my towel.

I choked.

Yet again his expression turned sinful, and he backed me toward the bed.

“Scorpius, you better not be fucking in there, you know the rules!” Corvus bellowed as he banged against the door.

“Come on, man!” John shouted from outside. “It’s not fair, we all aren’t allowed to see her.”

Scorpius nodded and looked grave as he picked me up and took me on the bed.

“Be very quiet,” he whispered in my ear. “You don’t want to break the rules.”

Then he put one hand over my mouth and another around my throat as he proceeded to set a brutal pace. Stars exploded in my vision as I convulsed underneath him, but he refused to relent.

“So fucking perfect,” he whispered as I swallowed my moans.

When Corvus threatened to burn down the door, Scorpius came inside me. When he was done shuddering with pleasure, he ordered me to lie still and grabbed the crystal initialed thong I had laid out for the wedding.

He pulled it up and over my legs, then patted where he was still spilling out of me. “I want you to feel me as you walk down the aisle,” he said gravely. “I want you to remember who you belong to.”

“Yes, sir!” I saluted him mockingly, and he groaned as he clutched himself.

“I need to go before I ruin you for our wedding,” he said, then he stalked out of the room.

There were loud shouts and smacking as the rest of my mates attacked him.