Her Psycho Beasts, page 35
part #3 of Her Vicious Beasts Series
“Hi,” I say dryly.
“What’s going on?”
“Nothing.”
A low warning growl.
“I’m flying back to the academy by myself. I’m pretty sure I know the way.”
“Baby, no,” he says disapprovingly. “Lyle is going to flip. I’m going to flip.”
“I’m not flipping.” Lyle’s voice is dark in my mind. “But I’m not happy. I’m coming to get you, angel.”
“I’ll be faster,” I mutter in annoyance. “Eagle, remember?”
“Did you two have a fight?” Savage asks.
“I don’t want to talk about it.” I find the freeway and follow it inland. The roads are easy enough to follow. There is something calming about flying in my eagle form and, in truth, I love the thought of a long flight to clear my head. It would probably take me the better part of the day to get there. I’m also cognisant of the fact that Xander is around the city somewhere and could very well track me down on eyesight alone. I’d given Scythe my power last night, so he’ll be able to track me easily too.
I hope he’s smart enough to leave me alone, because Goddess help him if he tries to stop me from flying.
Chapter 70
Scythe
Ithought I knew desire.
I thought I knew what it was to be controlled by it. I’d watched beasts fall into it my entire life and had been the very cause of it.
But watching my regina, roaring with power, boiling with fury, commanding me… I’d never known such intoxication. Such forceful need. I had wanted to throw her down and rut in her until she was screaming my name with a passion equal to her rage.
The Wild Mother had been a ruthless force when she’d made me a Great White. Because now, I was but a fish, standing amongst broken shards, watching my regina fly away from me.
How can a bird love a fish? Their love would be doomed from the beginning.
“Send me the bill,” she’d said.
Fuck.
I love seeing her like that. Like a Boneweaver queen of old. Like a regina who commands five very dangerous beasts. And very dangerous power. What I would give to spend a lifetime with her. I will cradle the golden orb of power she’d given me for the rest of my sorry life. I will keep it as a token of her love for me. Because now I know she loves me. That amount of rage can’t come from something lukewarm. It comes from maddening emotion.
“Was that her?” Xander’s voice is irritated in my mind as I direct the hospital staff to sweep up the broken glass.
“Yes.”
“The bastards are power sharing with her.”
“We need to follow her.”
“I’ve already got the bikes.”
I text the general manager of The Lily Sanctuary to organise a temporary replacement for the glass doors as I head back down to the basement. We don’t often use the bikes as we usually travel with cargo, but today we need something faster than a car and less visible than a dragon.
We’re on the road minutes later, appropriately dressed and on two of Savage’s Kawasaki Ninja H2’s; one green, one orange. Xander follows me as I track the wedge-tailed eagle on feeling alone, until we see her flying powerfully above the freeway, making for good speed.
I’ve been inside of her now. There’s no way she can escape me.
Chapter 71
Aurelia
Idon’t see any sign of dragon or shark until hours later. I stop to rest near a small traveller’s petrol station off the freeway, panting, hidden behind a bush. I’m way out of the city, where there is only farmland that stretches on either side of the road. The day is overcast, and it rained for a little while, which ended up being refreshing and cathartic. It perfectly reflected my mood, and now my feathers feel fresh and clean.
I’m really thirsty and I have zero money or clothes. But that was my choice for dramatic effect, so now I have to deal with the consequences.
Loud engines catch my attention as I crouch in my hiding spot. Two shiny, expensive looking motorbikes roar into the petrol station, turning sharply, ridden by two big males.
Fuck. Them.
They look hot and unbothered. So hot that a mad thought wonders what it would be like to have both of them fuck me on the back of one of those bikes.
The dehydration must be making me loopy. Hunger must be making me horny.
Both roll to a stop at one of the pumps and take off their helmets. Scythe tosses his head back, his sheet of silver hair catching the sunlight and almost blinding me from this angle.
Gods, I want to hate him. But it’s only a flare of desire and the need to be close to my mate spiking through my body.
Xander is dressed in biking leathers, his long hair is braided down his back, and how the hell does that make him ten times more attractive? I’m left panting, and not from exertion.
The way I see it, I have two options. Stay here and hide. Or…
In the end, I make an executive decision and choose to have the same audacity Scythe clearly has, and I shift into human form.
Completely starkers, I stalk out from the bushes, past the two beasts and the people filling their cars, who stare open-mouthed at my naked form. There’ll probably be a complaint made to the nudity patrol. They’re the people who find feral animalia and berate them for offending the humans with nudity or urine marking or sniffing asses. The very things they’re training us out of at the academy. Maybe I’ll get a fine in the mail.
Maybe it’ll be a thank you note.
I pretend I don’t see the humans, or feel Scythe’s focused stare, and head right into the service station, smoothing my hair down so I don’t look so bush-woman.
There’s a guy paying for his petrol at the counter and I line up behind him like it’s a regular day for me. The twenty-something behind the counter stares at me as he puts through a transaction for the other guy. When a forty-something male human customer turns around, he freezes like a kangaroo in headlights.
“Move along,” I say with deep, supreme authority, turning to the side and sweeping out an arm.
Wide-eyed, he obeys.
Satisfied, I step up to the counter and the poor guy doesn’t know where to look. He blinks rapidly in quick succession, eyes flicking down to my breasts, then my scars, and back up again. I probably look like I get into fights all the time. Maybe the scars have a benefit after all.
“Can I have some water, please?” I ask, smiling sweetly. “I lost my phone, so I can’t pay.”
“Um. What? Yeah. Yeah, okay. There’s a cooler at the back. It’s free.” He hands me a paper cup and I take it with a smile. I go to turn around, but he stops me.
“What order are you?”
I consider the question before saying, “Everything.”
He nervously adjusts his cap. “Cool, cool. Do you want some food as well?”
Cocking my head, I regard him. “Yeah, okay.”
He proceeds to run around the counter and to the back of the shop and hands me two sausage rolls, tomato sauce, and a bag of chips. I also take an iced coffee for good measure, and he lets me without a word. He seems keen to help. Enthusiastic even.
I hope Xander is watching this.
Turns out that the tits out, buns out lifestyle isn’t so bad after all.
With a grin on my face, I shovel the food in my mouth and down the coffee. Humans walk in and out to pay for their petrol, but I pretend this is perfectly normal and focus on my food. After I lick my fingers clean, I head out the back with a giant key and use the bathroom, because I’m not a complete feral and still need toilet paper. After I’m satisfied, I stalk back out.
Scythe and Xander lean against their bikes, arms resting casually in their laps, helmeted heads following my every movement. The humans stare at them nervously.
I feel like Jason Bourne.
Except that guy wasn’t being tracked by a mate who’d been balls-deep in his aching pussy last night. And if he had been, I’d missed that part.
Grumbling under my breath as I reach the edge of the walkway, I violently explode into my eagle form and sweep my wings in powerful downward sweeps, taking to the air. Trying to ignore the roar of motorbikes now following me, I let the joy of the wind and height take me over. The familiar elation of stretching out my wings and eating up the distance brings me nothing but joy. Eventually, I manage to lose them with my superior speed, but I just know they’re somewhere behind me.
The remainder of my flight is non-eventful other than the rotating thoughts on a carousel in my mind. I ruminate on everything that happened last night. The sensations of being so close to Scythe, and the new, uncomfortable valley now between us. Sex had brought me closer to my other mates, had changed our relationship for the better. But sex with Scythe had been completely misleading. I know he enjoyed it. I know he was being truthful about everything he’d said. That it all came from the heart. It had been raw and honest.
And yet it had done nothing but make him talk about replacing himself. With Beak, of all beasts! I don’t know if I’ll be able to look at the eagle again after this. Does he know? Had Scythe hinted at it, or was everyone unaware?
The sky helps me work through these thoughts, and by the time my freedom ends, I’m thoroughly exhausted and ready for bed.
I see Animus Academy on the horizon just before sunset. Lyle, Savage, Damien Agnis, and a couple of guards wait for me at the open school gates. A dramatic reception, if I ever saw one. I wonder if I’ll get detention again.
Scythe and Xander are nowhere in sight. In fact, I can’t sense Scythe here at all. They must not be back yet, and the fact that I beat the both of them on their fancy vehicles makes this return all the more sweet.
“A receiving party,” I drawl to my mates. “Exactly what I need.”
“You get what you get,” Lyle growls back. “For scaring the shit out of us.”
I watch them from above, reluctant to start my descent. As soon as I get close to the protective dome, I wheel back around.
“Get down here, regina,” Savage demands.
But I want to savour my freedom for a bit longer because suddenly, the walls of Animus Academy look so small. It’s a big complex, but looks tiny from up here, and that powerful, electric dome that fried my brains out not that long ago looks miniscule compared to the open sky.
Minuscule and suffocating.
Although I want my mates, I don’t want to go back to the academy.
“Regina.” Lyle’s animus is so impatient. I bet he’s going to tell me all about it in bed tonight.
“Fine.” I tuck my wings and angle my beak down.
And plummet right at them.
Damien shouts as I spear towards the group, faster and faster. Picking up speed until I’m nothing but a missile made of feathers and hollow bones.
Just before the ground slams into me, I slam into it, shifting into my human form and landing in a crouch, cushioned just enough by my telekinesis so I don’t break my legs.
The ground shudders. A dust cloud billows in the air.
“Wow!” Savage cries.
My anima preens under his admiration.
I rise, toss my head to get my hair off my face, and stalk through the open academy gates, leaving the males gaping in my wake.
Scythe and Xander arrive half an hour later, their bikes loud enough for me to hear them all the way up in the shower of our suite, where Lyle and Savage are telling me exactly how unhappy they are with me.
The floor trembles as a wave of my power rolls around the room.
“Bastards,” I groan around Lyle’s cock. He’d shoved it into my mouth after I’d demanded he do so.
Savage growls from where I’m sitting on his face. I lift my ass so he can speak. “Are those my bikes?”
I make a sound of assent as Lyle’s fingers possessively stroke my neck and I sit back down on Savage’s face. I pop Lyle’s cock out of my mouth and lick the large, glistening head.
“I need you to take my power,” I say to my wolf. “Can you do it with your mouth?
Savage makes a sound that I take to mean, “I don’t know, but I’ll try.”
So I grind against his face as he works his tongue into a delicious rhythm.
“Is it a problem, angel?” Lyle pants as I trace one of his thick veins with my tongue, savouring his heady taste.
“If glass breaking all over Scythe is an issue, yes.”
“She’s come back sassy,” Savage says into our minds. “I like it.”
Running my tongue along the thick underside of my lion’s shaft, I feel Scythe and Xander walking into the suite. When the bathroom door opens, Scythe stands there with windswept silver hair, deliciously sweaty, bringing the temperature of the room down.
He narrows his eyes at me and I narrow my eyes back. Then he proceeds to stalk into the bathroom and lean against the sink, crossing his arms and watching us.
I turn my head and lick up the other side of Lyle’s cock, not taking my eyes off Scythe. If he wants to leave me and be replaced by fucking Beak, then he can see what he’s going to be missing.
“Why don’t you send Beak in?” I say viciously. “See if everyone likes it?” Before sliding my lips around Lyle’s head again and sucking hard.
Scythe’s nostrils flare.
“What?” Lyle pants.
“Lie down,” I demand, pointing to the tile floor.
Lyle obeys, casting Scythe a frown. “What have you been discussing?”
“I’ll let Scythe do the honours,” I say, climbing on top of Lyle and leaning forward so that the wretched shark, now behind me, can see every inch of my pussy sinking onto Lyle’s hard, erect cock. “Savage?”
My wolf scrambles to his feet and positions himself to my left, presenting me with his pretty, hard cock. I turn to give it a little kiss, grabbing it in one hand. Savage pulls my loose hair back with one of his.
Scythe remains silent.
“Apparently,” I groan as I accept Lyle’s significant girth. “He’s going to replace himself with Beak.”
Lyle and Savage freeze, both their grips around me tightening. Lyle’s animus speaks. “Is this true, shark?”
Scythe does not reply, only clenches his jaw and stares at me with something close to anger.
It satisfies me to finally get a reaction out of him.
I moan as Lyle thrusts into me, his hips greedily wanting to fill me.
Being in the nude in public has suddenly made me more confident, and Scythe’s wanton disregard for me has given me an audacity I never knew I had.
So I stare at Scythe over my shoulder as I take Savage’s cock in my mouth, noisily sucking as I savour his wolfish taste.
My mates match my energy, understanding that I don’t want gentle right now. Lyle grabs fistfuls of my ass, squeezing and massaging as I grind my clit against him.
Scythe’s eyes are cold and hot at the same time, threatening to give my retinas an ice burn. I stare at him furiously back, challenging him.
“‘Send me the bill’, you said,” he hisses into my mind.
I let Savage’s cock pop out of my mouth and suck hard on the end, milking out his pre-cum. I moan as I audibly swallow, closing my eyes briefly.
Scythe’s eyes flare in jealousy.
I drag my hand down Savage’s abs, loving the hard feel of him. Savage grins down at me, his cheeks pink, because he loves it when I ‘pet’ him, as he calls it.
“Did I say something wrong?” I hiss back in Scythe’s mind. “Did I tell you to take another mate?”
His jaw clenches again.
“Because I would never,” I say. “I hope you never find a mate or a girlfriend in the ocean because I will swim out there and kill them.”
Savage and Lyle hear our conversation and it drives them mad. Savage grabs the sides of my face and begins fucking my mouth. I groan loudly in pleasure, taking him deeper and deeper until he hits the back of my throat. Lyle grabs my hips and begins thrusting into me hard and fast.
We fuck furiously from then. It’s sweaty and loud, bruising and rough, as if we can channel our discontent into vicious, pleasurable movements. I fire my power into the both of them and they accept it, groaning loudly as they empty their cum into me at the same time.
It’s a delicious give and take, push and pull of desire and fury, and all the while, Scythe watches, his breath hard, his eyes aglow.
It only serves to make me angrier.
Chapter 72
Savage
“My little chompy, my little sweetie pie,
You’re the apple of my eye.
I’ll stroke your feathers and brush your hair
And if you spit on me, I won’t even care.”
My new song is an excellent one. While Aurelia and Lyle are asleep on the pack bed, I sit with Scythe and Xander on the roof of the animus dorms, where it’ll be impossible for anyone to hear us. They share a cigar while I kick my feet and pet my rooster. I don’t even know why Eugene is still here. He’s fulfilled his contract and is free to be with his flock, three little chickies who must be missing him dearly. But nope, here he is, happily catching fumes. I’m glad he’s still here, whatever his reason. I think I would miss the little guy.
But it’s my blood-brother who surprises me with his question: “What’s your favourite memory of us?”
I chew on the lamb shank I have in my other hand, in deep thought, casting my mind back over the years. It’s a clear night, as the moon shines down on us, and the stars twinkle merrily. But I don’t feel merry at all. I feel like a balloon without any air. Like a balloon someone blew up and then let it go without tying the knot so that it flew all around the room and sunk sadly onto the floor, all saggy and full of spit.
“I don’t know,” I say slowly. “I think that time we took down Halfeather and freed Eugene and his flock from the cages. There was poo all stuck on them, remember? And then you got me a hose, and I chased them down to wash it off. They hated it, but afterward they were thankful.”
“They were so scared of the fire.” Xander exhales a lungful of smoke. “I thought they were going to shit themselves all over again. By the way, I’ve liquified the stock in the northern warehouse like you asked.”
