Her Psycho Beasts, page 17
part #3 of Her Vicious Beasts Series
Lyle and Scythe only glance at each other once before Lyle throws down two pillows and lunges for me.
“You want more, my pretty little regina?” He grabs me around the waist like a doll and hauls me onto my hands and knees, the pillows conveniently cushioning my joints. I wiggle my ass, craving to be filled again. There is a raging hunger in my veins that won’t be quenched by any amount of cum, and I want every drop of them emptied into me.
But it’s not until Scythe descends to his knees in front of me that I realise what’s happening. What is about to happen to me.
Lyle and Scythe want to take me together.
“You should see the look on your face, regina,” Savage chuckles from where he lies on his side on the poker table, his head propped up on one hand, stroking his already hardening cock with the other.
I barely have time to respond because Scythe is now undoing his belt and I have to watch both his movements and feel the head of Lyle’s massive crown demanding at my entrance.
Lyle leans down and drapes my hair on the other side of my neck, allowing him to kiss my mating mark, easing himself into me at the same time. I let out a choked sound, squeezing my eyes shut against the familiar sweet, sweet burn of Lyle’s first thrust.
“Breathe, angel.” There’s strain in Lyle’s voice as he eases his length into me. “Always so tight sweetheart. Just breathe. That’s it.”
Scythe’s fingers are gloriously lazy as he pulls out his belt with his tattooed hands, then unbuttons his slacks.
His hand strays by the zip.
I blink up at him with desire-glazed eyes, only to find his attention is on my mouth.
I suddenly realise that my lipstick must be smeared, and I swipe my fingers at the corners of my mouth
He catches my hand with his, just as Lyle fills me with his entire length, making me moan with wanton approval.
“You are a perfect, wild creature, Aurelia Boneweaver” Scythe murmurs. “Don’t ever forget it.”
I have to let out a slow, slow breath to contain the spiralling emotions now coursing within me. Scythe proceeds to pull down his zipper and release his cock. “Now tell me, who owns these beautiful lips?”
I’m stunned. I’m shocked. My mouth suddenly doesn’t work.
Scythe’s cock is as big as Lyle’s, both in girth and length. But where Lyle’s cock is beautiful perfection of physical manhood, Scythe’s is vicious and ruthless, just like him: he’s pierced from base to tip like a ladder of brutal metal. The head is also pierced right through. At the base of his cock, is a hint of bright silver curls of hair.
I swallow once, then twice, because pre-cum glistens on the tip of that incredible manhood and I am quite suddenly ravenous.
Scythe pumps his cock once. “Aurelia.”
I’m forced to look up at him, my pussy clenching around Lyle’s cock. My lion groans, gripping my hips tighter as he fucks me in long, slow strokes.
Scythe’s silver hair glistens under the warm lights from above, but his eyes glitter dangerously. “I just asked you a question.”
My heart skips a beat and I bite my lip, trying to remember what the fucking question was.
Oh.
“You do,” I whisper. “You own me.”
He growls with satisfaction before dragging the head of his cock over my lips, coating them with pre-cum. I sweep my tongue over my bottom lip, groaning when I taste the warm essence of him. Salty like brine, heady like a drug.
Scythe pumps his cock down, then up, squeezing at the end. A drop of pre-cum emerges at the tip. I stare at it, transfixed.
“Lick it off,” he rasps.
I obey like the good little regina I am, sweeping my tongue over his head. But I’m suddenly overwhelmed with need and place my lips around his crown, sucking hard before letting him go. And by the Goddess, my shark tastes like power.
Scythe tilts his head back and groans. “And who owns this greedy tongue?”
“You do,” I pant.
“That’s right.”
Lyle begins to fuck me harder from behind. I let out a little cry just as Scythe grabs my chin and makes me look up at him. The intensity in those dark, dark eyes takes my breath away.
“Now show me how good you can suck.”
I lunge forward, hungrily closing my mouth around his cock and flicking my tongue against his piercing. The taste of him sends me completely to another world. It’s all male, all intoxicating, and all him.
Moaning wantonly, my shark slides his cock deeper into my mouth. Metal slides against my tongue and, delighted, I suck hard.
“Such a good girl,” Scythe rasps. “Doesn’t she take both of us so well, lion?”
“She does,” Lyle pants, squeezing my hips. “She always makes such pretty noises.”
I let out a sound of pure female delight as both powerful males thrust into me at the same time. As much as it fills my body, it also fills that primal force within me. Their powers stroke my preening anima, luxuriating under the attention of three of my mates, Savage watching on from above us, pleasuring himself. This is everything I’ve wanted. This is everything my body and soul have been waiting for. Our powers pulse around us, stroking each other just as Scythe strokes the sides of my cheek with his thumbs and Lyle squeezes my hips with his hands.
My body is hot as both shark and lion fuck me, finding a delicious rhythm as I buck and moan around them.
“So beautiful, regina,” Savage purrs. “Watching you get fucked by my brothers.”
Lyle makes a sound that’s half pleasure, half agreement before I feel his hands around my waist, and he roughly hauls me up, tearing me away from Scythe’s cock. I let out a cry of protest before I find my back pressed against him and my mouth being hungrily devoured by his as he fucks me hard.
I forgive him immediately, moaning and accepting his invading cock and tongue.
“Watch yourself, lion,” Scythe snarls.
Lyle sucks hard on my lower lip, giving me a hot, dark look. “Tell me you’re mine.”
Is he jealous?
I grind my hips. “Always, yours, Mr Pardalia.”
He snarls as Scythe wraps his hand around my neck and tugs me away, back onto my hands, and shoves his cock inside my mouth. He gives Lyle the most murderous fucking look I’ve ever seen.
They fuck me like they’re desperate for me. Like they’re competing for my love with their hips alone. And I love every second of it, my blood thrumming with intense, swirling pleasure, sending me higher and higher. Then Lyle reaches around and plays with my clit and I lose it completely, coming, screaming around Scythe’s thick length and spasming around Lyle’s.
It makes my lion come, and he grits out my name, leaning down and pressing kisses along my spine as hot bursts of his cum fill me up, giving me such intense satisfaction that I keel over sideways.
Both males keep me from splattering on the floor, even as Lyle’s cum drips down my leg.
“Look at me when I’m fucking your mouth,” Scythe says out loud.
The corners of my eyes are wet as I blink them open and see Scythe, his lips parted as he thrusts into me. Lyle fucks his cum into me from behind, still hard, as I watch Scythe’s eyes turn inky black, filling the whites completely as his eyes bore into mine. I moan, letting him know with my eyes how much I love having him, how much I want this every day for the rest of my life.
Scythe comes with a shudder, never taking unblinking black eyes off me as his cum bursts onto my tongue. I swallow him down greedily, gulp after gulp of pure ecstasy sliding down my throat.
“Swallow it all,” Scythe rasps, his thumbs stroking down the column of my neck.
As if I wouldn’t! Something absolutely feral in me nods with enthusiasm.
They both withdraw at the same time, and I repress a needy whine as I immediately feel the loss of them. But my limbs are loose and my blood feels the barest edges of satisfaction. Just as Lyle possessively pulls me into his grip, pressing his mouth against my mating mark, Scythe uses one hand to squeeze my cheeks together.
“Show me,” he rasps.
It takes me a second to realise what he means, and I open my mouth and stick out my tongue. “All gone,” I say sleepily.
He leans down and I suck in a breath as he whispers against my lips, “Good girl.” Then he presses a kiss to my mouth.
And then he’s gone, tucking himself back in his pants and striding for the door, leaving me full of cum and sagging in Lyle’s strong grip.
Chapter 32
Scythe
As I allow myself to take back control, my cock pulses in memory of Aurelia and those hungry pink lips taking me so perfectly. There is a roaring in my ears and a tempest in my blood. I squeeze my eyes shut, and when I open them, the horde of ghosts and goblins has multiplied tenfold. They scream at me, shrieking insane, murderous thoughts.
My reality slides sideways.
I mutter under my breath, “My name is Scythe Kharkorous, and I am real. My brother is Savage Fengari, my brother is Xander Drakos, my brother is Lyle Pardalia. I am real. The ghouls are not. I am alive. They are not. I am real. They are not. I am alive. They are not.”
A hand grips my forearm. My power surges, ready to attack until my skin scalds.
“Real?” I ask.
The heat increases and the smell of burnt flesh wrenches me back and brings the empty car park of The Jewel of the Jungle into sharp focus.
It’s Xander clutching my arm, his dragon-fire burning my skin. “Real,” he growls.
I tamper my power down and inhale deeply. The air is cold. My feet are on the ground. And there is no one here to see that I’ve lost my shit completely. I place my hand over his in thanks.
“Take me to sea,” I rasp. “Take me now.”
Without further question, my bond-brother explodes into his dragon form, picks me up in his right claw and launches into the sky.
Chapter 33
Aurelia
After I watch Scythe leave with a little bit of sadness and a whole heap of longing, we prepare to leave. Lyle covers me with his jacket, and he and Savage fuss over me as we hurry back to our hotel. They’re worried my Boneweaver heat-scent will attract more unmated males, especially at this time of night, and so I’m not allowed to see Sabrina and have to stay in the penthouse. Lyle has already arranged for Sabrina to have private rooms with Minnie and her mates.
I’m annoyed on multiple levels. Firstly, I’m so violently horny that I could actually die, and Savage and I fuck like rabbits while he showers and then feeds me. Secondly, I’m not allowed out—and therefore, to see Sabrina—until my ovulation period is over, which is typically three entire days.
Thirdly, Lyle is in deputy headmaster mode and has to leave me to check on Sabrina. I love my friend and want her to be safe and I love that Savage gets alone time with me, but my regina hormones are telling me that Lyle should never leave me, ever. I spend a ridiculous amount of time whining in my throat about it.
Fourthly, in between fucking Savage’s brains out, I worry about what’s happened to Scythe.
“Will he be okay?” I pant, bouncing my ass on Savage’s big, rock-hard dick as he clutches my hips. “I mean, do you think he regrets it?”
My feral wolf is covered in a fine sheen of sweat as he meets me thrust for thrust, his substantial six-pack flexing in the most mesmerising way each time. “No, baby. He and Xan have gone to the sea for R and R. They’re fine.”
My thighs get tired, so I roll off him and present my ass up in the air, resting my cheek on the carpeted floor. “That sounds like a nice way of saying he regrets it. Or he’s not happy about it. Did I do something wrong?”
He gets a surprised moan from me when I feel his tongue instead of his cock inside my pussy. “You’re a bit red here, regina,” he says worriedly, giving my asshole a long lick. “I think we should rest.”
I let out a sad, whiny sort of sound that would not be acceptable in any other condition. “Once more,” I beg. “Please. We’re making up for lost time, remember? It only hurts in a good way.”
“You know I can’t say no to you,” he groans, slowly easing himself into my ass. I’m making enough natural lube that I’m dripping all over the place, so my first ass-fuck went a lot easier than I imagined. “Anyway, Scythe wouldn’t have let his shark take over unless it was what he wanted.”
“His shark isn’t like Lyle’s beast then?” I pant. “Harder!”
Savage, who had been easing himself slowly back out for a gentle fucking, growls and slams back into me.
“No,” his breath is ragged. “He’s like me. He has full control. Well, except for the…”
I push off the floor onto my hands and knees. “Except for what?” I demand.
Savage pauses, making me rock back to start him back up again. “Fuck, baby, your ass is so perfect when you do that.”
“Except for what?” I press.
“For the land psychosis.”
I go still and look back at him because I’ve seen Scythe’s memories through his own eyes. I think I know part of what he sees. “He hallucinates.”
“Yeah. But he won’t talk about it, so I don’t know all that much.”
Lyle and Savage tag-team me the rest of the three days, sometimes both at the same time, other times with the resting mate ‘supervising’. I stop to eat, sleep, and maintain hygiene, but spend the entire time naked and sweaty. It would have been entirely unpleasant if I didn’t have the two of them, but if I’m entirely honest, it felt like three pieces were missing. My wolf and lion have excellent stamina, but I manage to wear them out, and even think about texting Ghoul to see if he’s available.
Lyle forbids it and confiscates my phone immediately, and I’m so insatiable at the time that I don’t really notice.
Slowly, my heat comes down, and with that, my executive functions and common sense fully return. On the morning of the fourth day, I’m freshly showered and Lyle is feeding me bacon and eggs when I feel a bit teary. “Oh Goddess,” I sniff. “Was it too much? Was I too much? I was too much, wasn’t I?” Lyle’s lips twitch and I know he’s trying not to laugh. I swat at his arm. “I’m being serious, here.”
He leans over and brushes his lips over mine. I cup his cheek and lean into him. “I’m sorry if I was too demanding.”
Lyle replaces his lips with the fork and I have no choice but to open my mouth and accept the scrambled eggs. “This is why we do a lockdown at the academy. The reginas with mating groups are quite the same. And, well, the bigger the mating group, the more your body will demand.”
I chew thoughtfully, fully, and completely judging myself. “I’m going to need a T-shirt that says, ‘Forgive me for what I did when I was ovulating’.”
Lyle tilts his head back and laughs. It’s food for my soul every time he does it, and I have no choice but to laugh back.
Savage bounds over, fresh from his own shower, and nips me on the neck. “I told them we’ll be down in twenty.”
Sabrina.
With Xander gone, we’re going to have to drive back to the academy, and it’s going to take two days to do it.
“There is something I have to tell you two first,” Lyle says, putting the finished plate to the side. “Sabrina’s rescue did not go exactly as planned.”
My insides turn to ice. “Tell me everything!”
Lyle shows no sign of irritation at me commanding him, and he just takes my hand. “Sabrina met her mates at Clawson House. Two leopard brothers.”
I gasp, a tumult of emotions spinning through me. Joy that she finally found her mates, but sharp fear at the outcome of this. “They were working for the Clawsons? Did they help in her rescue? Is that how they got her out?”
Lyle takes a deep breath and smiles sadly. “They tried to help her escape, but they didn’t make it. They gave their lives to help Yeti, Marduk and Minnie get her out.”
An involuntary sob escapes my mouth. “Oh my God!”
From behind, Savage rubs my back and says soothing things that I cannot hear. But whatever my anguish, it will be nothing compared to Sabrina’s. My poor, poor, friend.
“Minnie’s been helping her,” Lyle says, stroking my hair as I cry silently into his neck. “She’s the best person for the job.”
“Fuck the Clawsons,” Savage says viciously, getting up and pacing the room. He strides up to kiss me on the hair before returning to his pacing. “Lucky you broke Titus’ jaws, Lia. The bastards deserve to be tortured. Scythe gave the other one a quick death he didn’t deserve.”
I agree, except there are likely to be big repercussions for what Scythe did that night. The Clawson patriarch was no doubt furious.
Once we all calm down, Lyle hands me my things so I can pack my bag, and he gives Savage and me a briefing on Sabrina’s condition.
“Try not to overwhelm her with your own emotions,” he says softly to the both of us. “You may be upset when you see her, and it won’t be good for her to see you respond like that. She had three days to decompress but is still fragile. She’s been asking for you and the only reason she’s happy to endure the trip is because both you and Minnie will be there.”
Since her father used to lock her in a cupboard as punishment when she was a child, Sabrina has a phobia of small places. And since being locked up and seeing her mates murdered…her ability to withstand that is probably even worse. We’re not sure how she’ll go with a car ride, but Minnie has purchased headphones, and we’re going to watch movies and sleep the entire way.
We arrive in the downstairs lobby and I see Minnie first. Yeti and Marduk stand a respectful distance away from the figure in an oversized black hoodie and leggings.
When I see her, my heart all but stops in my chest. Sabrina is thinner than before, her naturally light brown skin is ashen, and her face so gaunt that her eyes look huge. Had they even fed her there? Rage spikes through me, fiery and wild, but I’m careful to make sure my face is smooth. Something ribbon-like shimmers at the edge of Sabrina. Two ribbons, in fact, that once shone, but are now muted and grey. I rub my eyes as I make my way to her, but the appearance of the ribbons aren’t my eyes malfunctioning. With a little shock, I realise what they are. What they must be.
