Psycho Beasts: Enemies to Lovers Romance (Cruel Shifterverse Book 3)

The red strobe lights flickered faster and highlighted the harsh planes of three angry alphas and one collared omega.

I swallowed thickly.

Saying I would do whatever needed to be done felt vastly different from actually doing it.

Also, I hadn’t factored in the men being mad at me.

The platform beneath our feet spun in a slow circle, and it reminded me of a screaming coliseum and fighting against bloodthirsty gladiators.

The music pounded.

It was a different battle, but a war all the same.

I didn’t like the malicious sneer on Cobra’s face, or the way his lips curled up at the corners. Strobe lights and shadows danced across his face.

The shadow snake on my skin gave a zip and sent me images of happiness and love.

Damned bastard thought he was smooth.

I sent back images of me strangling him while he begged for mercy.

He tipped his gorgeous head back and laughed, shoulders shaking as the snake sent more zips across my flesh.

Abruptly, the laughter left his face, and the darkest scowl I’d ever seen contorted his expression.

The shadow snake sent me another zip of warmth and support, and I realized what he was doing. He was preparing me, reminding me that this was acting.

It wasn’t real.

Cobra grabbed Xerxes’s ponytail and shoved him to the floor. Playing along, he sprawled across it like he was scared.

Cobra’s cheekbones could cut glass as red shadows painted his glittering jewels and the wicked V that framed his abdominals.

An otherworldly god.

He dug his fingers into his belt buckle and pulled out a whip that I hadn’t noticed coiled against his thigh.

With a dramatic movement, he snapped his wrist, and the long tail cracked through the air. His arm swung forward, and it slashed across Xerxes’s chest, leaving a long trail of red.

Xerxes moaned with pleasure but quickly concealed his expression with a wince.

Cobra cracked it again.

The crowd roared with excitement, loving the violence.

For a second, it was a belt that cracked through the air; my flesh that was split in two; my blood that ran down my chest after a merciless beating.

I gasped shallowly.

There wasn’t enough oxygen in the room.

Jax’s warm hands grabbed my throat and tipped my head back.

He kissed me roughly but pulled back to whisper in my ear, “You’re okay. We got you. No one is going to hurt you. It’s all a show.”

I kissed him back, gasping, “Please don’t let him whip me.”

A roar rumbled through his chest as his hands cradled me softly while his mouth pillaged aggressively. When he pulled back for air, he whispered, “Never. We planned to do this to Xerxes, remember?”

I nodded, but it was a lie.

I’d been so worried about Aran that I’d made a serious mistake by not paying attention to what the men had planned.

Fuck me and my horrible attention span.

Breathing deeply, I reminded myself that they would never hurt me.

Even while Cobra sneered, cracking the whip across Xerxes’s flesh, the shadow snake sent me images of cuddling and warmth.

This was Cobra, Jax, Ascher, and Xerxes. I trusted them, and our lives were at stake.

“I can do this,” I whispered back to Jax.

He kissed me once more, then nodded at the other men.

Cobra threw his hands in the air and bellowed to the crowd, “Who wants to see an omega fuck an alpha?”

Screams sounded, and the platform shook from the roar of response.

Cobra cracked the whip loudly.

Cobra was a show master in his element.

Shifters screamed as his gorgeous face sneered; he oozed sex, depravity, and violence.

Jewels shimmering under the lights. He was demonic.

He slammed the whip across the omega’s chest, red welts blossoming, blood spraying.

Xerxes flinched dramatically, like it hurt, but his eyes smoldered.

The violence turned him on.

Cobra stalked toward him, then leaned down and slammed his palm across his face.

The roar of the crowd covered Xerxes’s moan of pleasure.

Cobra sent me more images of love through the shadow snake on his skin as he leaned down and pulled out Xerxes’s massive cock.

His knot was vibrating.

Need gushed between my legs as I remembered just how Xerxes had taken me. What that knot had done to me.

The omega tilted his head down and curled his shoulders like he was ashamed, but he looked at me with his purple eyes, and he licked his lips.

Faster than my eyes could track, his eyebrow arched mockingly at me. He quickly masked his expression.

Fuck.

I clenched my thighs together.

Sprawling across the platform, olive skin stretched over endless muscles glistening with sweat, blood dripping across his chest, hard cock standing stark across his leather pants, black kohl smeared down his face, collar around his neck.

Xerxes had never looked so tempting.

It was wrong.

But I was painfully turned on.

The roar of the crowd was far away. The moving platform, strobe lights, and cigarette smoke cast a dreamlike quality around the moment.

“Bad omegas get fucked by alphas!” Cobra bellowed for show as he cracked his whip in the air, face contorted in rage.

From the hard bulge in his leather, he was enjoying the role-play. Of course he would thrive as a psychotic BDSM master.

I was so busy watching what was happening between Xerxes and Cobra, that I was taken by surprise when Jax and Ascher grabbed my arms and dragged me forward.

They brought me to Cobra like I was some virgin sacrifice for the taking.

I fought the urge to roll my eyes at the dramatics and instead tried to look meek and scared, which was excessively difficult.

An inappropriate giggle bubbled in my throat.

Cobra leaned forward and whispered just for me, “You’ve been a bad girl. And bad girls get punished.” His tongue flicked out and snaked down the side of my face.

I swallowed another chuckle.

Cobra sounded ridiculous.

He moved impossibly quick and latched his mouth around my breast, teeth and tongue scraping through the sheer material that barely covered me.

The giggle died in my throat as a burning fire replaced my mirth.

I drowned in frost.

Cobra sucked each of my nipples, then pushed two fingers roughly inside me.

We both knew he could feel how wet I was as I gushed on his fingers, turned on by his little show.

Cobra’s face contorted into an evil grin as he pumped his fingers faster, then leaned forward and bit down on my nipple.

I yelped with surprise and clenched my thighs together as wetness dripped.

Cobra pulled his fingers out of my sopping heat and dragged them slowly across my lips. “You’re going to take all of us, my kitten. You’re going to take our cocks until you understand what it means to be owned by us.”

For the sake of feminists everywhere, I ignored the way my core fluttered when he said they owned me.

I’d worry about it later.

For now, my knees were weak, Ascher’s and Jax’s arms the only things keeping me upright.

Rearing my head back, I spat on Cobra’s face.

The crowd roared.

I sent the shadow snake images of love and support and gave Cobra a wink. “Do it. You won’t,” I mouthed with a taunting sneer.

It was a show, after all.

If I’d been in danger before, now I was dead.

Snake eyes flickered, and Cobra lunged forward, shoving four fingers deep into my pussy while his thumb pressed at my back entrance.

His forearm bunched, face contorted in a sneer, as he pistoned into my heat until I gasped and moaned unintelligibly. “You’re going to take all of us,” he growled.

This time, it was a threat.

He tilted his head back and roared to the crowd, “Take her to the omega!”

Jax and Ascher grabbed me and dragged me over to where Xerxes was still sprawled across the ground, cock out, with bleeding whip wounds dripping down his chest.

His face was a stormy mask, and I sneered back, matching his energy.

From the way his purple eyes glowed brighter, he was also enjoying the drama.

We all were.

Ascher and Jax grabbed my thighs and pulled them apart roughly, holding me atop Xerxes.

I shivered.

Jax’s hand tangled in my hair as he whispered in my ear, “You’ll take him deep.”

“Lie down, omega!”

Xerxes sprawled backward as Cobra slammed the whip across his chest, his knot vibrating faster with each hit.

Ascher’s callused fingers parted my sopping folds as he and Jax lowered me downward. They positioned me, spasming cunt nestled on top of the vibrating tip of Xerxes’s dick.

Jax pulled my hair back roughly, and I moaned.

He stared down at me.

“Do it,” I whispered, showing him with my eyes that it was okay.

That I wanted it.

Ascher and Jax slammed me down on Xerxes’s throbbing cock, and I didn’t have to pretend.

I screamed with shock and pleasure as his dick slammed into my womb.

Knot vibrating against my clit until I couldn’t tell where the pain ended and pleasure began.

He was so much bigger than I remembered.

The sensation was overwhelming.

I didn’t move as tears streamed down my face. I could do nothing but sit atop the omega and shudder as he vibrated inside of me, knot strumming my clit higher and higher.

“Ever seen an alpha fuck another alpha?”

The platform shook from the force of the cheers as shifters stomped on the stairs and chains rattled.

This was my second time ever having sex, and it was in the middle of a rowdy BDSM club under strobe lights.

I hadn’t even had sex in a bed yet.

I would have laughed if the pleasure weren’t slowly blurring my mind, making everything hazy and far away.

“Stay relaxed, my princess,” Ascher whispered in my ear as his warmth burned my back.

He leaned down, so he knelt on the ground behind me, legs spread wide and low.

Warm, callused fingers lifted up the sheer material of my short dress.

Fingers shoved into my mouth, and I tasted intoxicating pine as he whispered, “Get them nice and wet, Princess.”

Suddenly, those same fingers trailed against my back entrance.

Cobra stalked across the platform, a circus master in his element, and made a show of adding his own spit onto Ascher’s fingers. Then he slammed the whip across Xerxes’s chest.

His cock jerked inside me, and we both moaned.

Ever so slowly, Ascher worked fingers into me.

Still squirming with Xerxes’s dick spearing me, knot vibrating against my clit, the sensation was incredibly overwhelming.

Cobra’s fingers grabbed my chin, and he whispered, “Good girl.”

Ascher’s finger pressed inside me, and he stretched my tight hole back and forth.

I creamed on Xerxes’s dick.

The knot vibrated faster, and I tipped my head back, tears gathering in my eyes. It was so much.

Ascher added a second finger.

Cobra released my chin, then slowly stepped over Xerxes’s body, so he stood with his crotch in my face.

Slowly, he unzipped his leather pants and pulled out his jeweled cock.

Xerxes’s hips jerked, and his knot slammed against my clit, the shock wave making me spasm around him.

The tension built higher in my body.

Ascher spat on his fingers, then added a third into my tight hole.

Cobra pulled out his pale alpha cock. It was longer than Xerxes’s and had emeralds embedded along the shaft in a swirling pattern. His alpha knot was swollen at the shaft, impossibly thick.

I licked my lips.

Cobra smirked down at me, traced his fingers across my lips. “I own you. Do you understand what I’m saying?”

He paused.

“You’re mine, Sadie.”

I narrowed my eyes up at the handsome bastard that drove me crazy.

Cobra spoke so only I could hear him. “I don’t care what you tell other men.”

He glanced down at Xerxes, whose vibrating dick was buried deep within me.

“I don’t care if you tell them you love them. That doesn’t change that you were mine first.”

He dug his thumbnail into my bottom lip as he pressed my mouth open wider until my jaw ached.

Cobra snarled, “Because, Kitten, what I feel for you is beyond love. Do you understand?”

My eyes widened, his words piercing through my haze of lust.

He leaned closer.

“I fucking own your mind, body, and soul. Absolute ownership. You are my possession. My fucking everything.”

There was a long pause as emerald eyes speared me.

“Do you understand what I am saying?”

Nodding slowly, I let him see the truth in my eyes.

I mouthed silently; I love you too, Cobra.

His perfect face transformed into an intense expression, as if something had snapped inside him.

Suddenly, he shoved his throbbing jeweled cock through my lips.

His hands were buried in my hair, and he slammed into my face like he was saying, I. Love. You. With every thrust.

I kept my eyes on his emerald gaze, even as I choked around his dick.

I love you too.

My core gushed across Xerxes’s dick.

Suddenly, Ascher’s fingers were replaced by a warm, slick cock.

My eyes widened as he pushed forward with painful slowness.

The smallest pressure, stretching me impossibly wide as Xerxes’s cock still twitched deep inside me and Cobra used my mouth.

Abruptly, Cobra pulled back, and dark fingers unbuckled his leathers and dragged them down his thighs.

Jax stepped over Xerxes and positioned himself behind Cobra.

Cobra’s dick leaped against his stomach as Jax spat on his pierced cock and slowly worked it into the snake shifter.

Cobra buried his hands in my hair as he resumed fucking my mouth. But this time, Jax set the pace.

He was merciless.

Abruptly, Ascher shoved forward, and I screamed around Cobra’s dick as he filled my narrow shaft.

Cobra fucked my mouth so fast that I couldn’t breathe.

My eyes fluttered shut from lack of oxygen.

Cobra yanked back and whispered praises down at me as he caressed my chin.

“You’re mine Sadie. Mine. Mine. Mine,” he repeated endlessly.

It sounded like—I love you so, so, so, so much.

Ascher didn’t move, just stayed impossibly still as his dick speared my ass. He leaned forward and bit my neck, whispering endearments against my sensitive skin.

His hands tugged at my nipples.

Everything was too much.

Jax fucked Cobra violently, slamming Cobra’s cock deep down my throat till I gagged. Ascher speared my ass while Xerxes filled my core, his knot still punishing my clit and driving my ecstasy higher.

It was so much.

The music pumped, strobe lights flashed, and cigarette smoke filled my nose.

I drowned in sensations.

I was light-headed, like I’d taken a hit of a powerful drug, so the world had a nightmarish quality about it.

I didn’t even know if it was pleasure.

It was just a lot.

As if he could read my mind, suddenly, Xerxes’s hands grabbed my hips roughly, and his hips jerked upward.

I screamed around Cobra’s cock.

Xerxes moved his hips and fucked me from the floor. I was on top, but no one would ever mistake who was in charge.

His hips slammed his knot hard against my clit, and Ascher moved in tandem behind me.

I sobbed.

The pleasure-pain blurred and contorted until reality became far, far, far away as my body was strummed to the highest possible euphoria.

Cobra cracked the whip in the air.

Xerxes slammed his hips faster, Ascher pulled my nips harder and joined his rougher movements. Jax’s hips became more frenzied, and I couldn’t breathe as I gagged and choked on Cobra’s dick.

The strobe lights flashed faster.

Shadows contoured and twisted over our writhing mass.

I bawled as I came.

Pussy and ass spasming in such powerful waves, I barely noticed Cobra pulling out and coming all over my face.

Or the way he dragged his fingers through his cum and pressed them into my mouth.

Jax tipped his head back and roared as he filled Cobra.

Ascher bit my neck as he came in my ass.

Xerxes’s cum filled my womb as his fingers dug into my hips.

I barely noticed when the men pulled themselves painfully slowly out of me, hot liquid filling my orifices.

I didn’t hear the loving words Cobra said as he wiped at the sticky cum that coated my face.

Didn’t know what Jax said when he whispered softly in my ear.

The lights turned on above us, and the announcer said something.

I stumbled on shaky legs off the platform.

The men’s faces were contorted in concern, but I was too overwhelmed to care. Panic made my head spin, and with each step, my body ached, reminding me of what had just happened.

Pushing through the flailing limbs, naked flesh, and leather, I sprinted down the stairs toward the glowing signs of the restrooms.

When I was finally inside, I threw myself into a stall and shut the door.

Face pressed against the cold door, I struggled to orient myself.

The hard truth of what had happened was unavoidable.

Not the act itself, but how I’d felt during it, the overwhelming feeling that had clogged my throat and burned my brain.

I’d just been used.

Fucked by four men in front of thousands of people.

Eyes closed, I slammed my head against the stall, relishing the pain that sent stars shooting before my eyes.

I was well and truly screwed.

Because I’d loved every second.

And, somehow, it had felt like the sweetest declaration of love.