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Psycho Gods (Cruel Shifterverse #6)(97)

Author:Jasmine Mas

Malum blushed as he rubbed the back of his neck. “That wasn’t what we were doing.”

I arched my brow at him and tried to look classy as I stuffed my boobs back into my bra. “Then what were you doing?”

I tried not to glance below his belt.

“We just wanted a moment alone with you,” Orion whispered. “It’s rare that all three of us are together with free time.”

“Some moment,” I whispered as I tried to get control of myself.

I was flustered.

“Things escalated unexpectedly,” Scorpius conceded as he reached into Orion’s pants and adjusted his dick for him.

The quiet king jerked his hips and groaned roughly.

Scorpius licked his lips and pumped him before he pulled away and licked precum off his fingers.

“Fuck, don’t do that,” Malum groaned as he fisted himself. “You three are going to be the death of me.”

I bit down on my inner cheek and tore my gaze away from the disheveled kings. They were incredibly tempting, but the pain pulsing down my spine was like a bucket of cold water.

“We can revisit this conversation later.” I pushed against the men.

It was like shoving a brick wall.

“Get out,” I hissed. “I don’t want to get in trouble.”

My stomach clenched at the memory of what we’d almost done, and I felt faint from arousal.

Malum looked unimpressed. “If anyone gives you trouble, we’ll kill them. Don’t worry about that.”

“Get out!” I shoved him with all my might.

“We’re going, relax,” he said as he straightened his clothes and raked a hand over his shaved head.

When I was alone, I collapsed against the wall and closed my eyes as I rode out the pain still shooting down my spine.

I stretched and jogged in place.

Finally, I worked up the courage to leave.

I found the men a few minutes later browsing through the department store.

My face flushed when I saw them.

I couldn’t believe what we’d almost just done.

“Are you okay, sweetheart?” Orion mouthed, lashes fluttering with concern. “Do you need us to get you water?”

A soft melody played throughout the store.

“I’m good,” I said with a confidence I didn’t feel as I smiled at him reassuringly.

He gave me a soft smile back.

Silver eyes narrowed with exasperation, and Malum ruined the nice moment. “You are clearly not well. You had some sort of panic attack five seconds ago. You seemed to be in pain.” His voice was rougher than usual and tinged with concern. “What happened?”

I scowled up at him. “Nothing, I just realized I didn’t want to mate in a public dressing room.”

It wasn’t a lie, after all.

“That’s not the full truth.” Scorpius’s concerned expression turned hostile, and he took a step closer. The harsh planes of his face scrunched up. “Her breathing was suddenly choppy, like she was in agony—something happened back there. Are you injured?”

Scorpius and Malum immediately patted me down like they were searching for hidden wounds.

“I’m fine,” I said with feigned calmness as I extracted myself from the men. “You have nothing to worry about.”

My smile was so fake it hurt.

The kings didn’t look convinced.

I gave them a thumbs-up.

Malum frowned harder.

“Done acting like a little bitch?” Cobra asked as he walked past with his arms full of leather jackets. Jax shook his head in exasperation as he followed behind his shifter mates.

Grateful for the distraction, I called after Cobra, “You’ll look like a clown in those jackets.”

“Um, so how can we help you shop?” Malum asked as he walked up behind us, and it took me a second to process what he’d said. “We want to help you feel better,” he repeated, softer this time like he was embarrassed the shifters were listening. His bronze cheekbones flushed.

Cobra said something rude under his breath, and Jax looked at the king with pity. Meanwhile, Ascher and Xerxes were arguing over who would look better in a pair of jeans.

The upscale department store gleamed with marble and fancy finishings. It was sprawling with sections for every type of clothing imaginable. Neon signs hung in the air, showcasing high-fashion shifter models.

There were a handful of shoppers and fancy-dressed salesclerks, who stared at the towering kings with open interest, but for the most part, the store was empty.

I shrugged. “Fine, you can hold my clothes for me,” I said to Malum.

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