Psycho Devils: Aran’s Story Book 2 (Cruel Shifterverse 5)

Rebirth—Day 62, hour 24

She was perfect.

Luscious turquoise curls tumbled across her shoulders and pooled around her waist. Large blue eyes were glossy with desire. The prettiest red stained the tops of her high cheekbones. She sat sprawled across my thigh, and I held her waist to support her.

Luka stood in front of us, trembling from arousal and the sheer intoxication of tasting such an exquisite creature.

I was jealous that he’d gotten to go down on her first, but I knew it was irrational. I’d taste her soon enough.

Aran had her pants around her ankles, and her long, stunning legs parted while she sat on my lap. She looked back at me with pure desire and trust. Completely trusting.

I groaned and bit my knuckles.

Luka reached into his sweatpants and gripped the base of his dick harshly to stop himself from coming at just the sight of her. I understood.

His cheeks were red, and he was biting down harshly on his lower lip. My recalcitrant twin was staring at the woman on my lap like she was his salvation.

Everything about sharing her with my twin was better than I could have ever imagined.

Beyond my wildest dreams.

She was so powerful and strong.

She was everything.

But above all else, she was my best friend.

Pressure built behind my eyes from the force of the emotions whipping through me. How had I ever gotten so lucky?

Aran smiled prettily back at me.

Luka gripped his dick and ordered, “John, pull down your pants.”

I understood immediately what he was getting at, and I obeyed.

He gently grabbed Aran under the armpits and lifted her up off my lap while I pushed my sweatpants down to my ankles.

I spread my thighs eagerly and leaned back on the bed as I rested on my forearms.

Luka gently sat our girl back down positioned across my lap. My eyes rolled back in my head as Aran leaned forward.

Our pants were around our ankles, and Aran was sitting on my lap with my cock jutting up obscenely between the juncture of her thighs.

She leaned forward and rubbed her delicious wetness against my length. It was so different from when we’d been on the field during the punishment.

I could actually relax and enjoy what was happening without being stressed about her mental health and safety.

She rubbed against me, and both of us groaned loudly at the friction.

Luka pulled out his cock, and silver glinted. A large ring hung from the head. He stroked his dick slowly as he watched us.

Aran reached down and gripped my dick with her hand. “It’s so thick,” she whispered as she tried to wrap her fingers around it but couldn’t.

Luka’s hips jerked as she ran her fingertips over the weeping head.

Her innocent touch and words inflamed both of us.

“You’re going to fuck that cock,” Luka whispered as he reached forward with his free hand and traced over her delicate cheekbones. Bruises and cuts still marred her flesh, but they did nothing to detract from her beauty. If anything, they showcased how resilient she was.

Our little warrior.

Aran nodded up at Luka with a glassy expression as her face flushed warmer. Her side profile was beyond stunning.

He stared down at her with unconstrained lust.

Of course my funny bestie would respond to us beautifully and fall into subspace under his dominance.

She was perfect for us.

I couldn’t remember the last time a partner, man or woman, had trusted us enough to lose themselves completely during sex. She was letting us take care of her.

She nuzzled her head against his palm like a ferocious kitten.

Luka gripped her cheeks firmly and pulled her face toward his. He peppered kisses all over her cheeks and forehead as she rubbed herself against my dick wantonly.

“You’re such a good girl. I’m going to get you so many jewels,” Luka promised as he fingered the priceless jewelry we’d given her.

She gripped my dick tightly, and I jerked my hips forward. I moaned, then said breathily, “There’s a diamond crown in the family coffers that would look perfect with your curls, bestie.”

My weeping cock jutted up between her legs.

I made a mental note to request the crown immediately. I wanted her dripping in diamonds.

“Are you ready to take him?” Luka asked her as he reached underneath her sweatshirt and plucked at her nipples. She arched prettily when he touched them.

As he played with her, she closed her eyes and whimpered. She shifted, and wetness coated the side of my dick where she was pressed against it.

She was drenched.

“Are you going to take his cock like a good girl?” Luka asked softly as he plucked her nipples.

Aran’s eyes were completely glazed over, and her nod was jerky. She pressed herself against me to create more friction. We both moaned.

“Not like that, little dictator,” Luka said roughly, and she flung her head back with a groan. He must have pinched her nipples.

“Fuck,” I gritted out as she writhed on my lap. I couldn’t take any more teasing. I sat up and scooched us forward so I was sitting on the edge of his bed with my feet pressed against the floor for support.

Luka pressed a kiss to the top of her forehead and whispered, “Now be a good girl for John.”

She nodded as she flushed brighter.

I groaned again at how perfectly responsive she was. It was unreal.

I spread her legs wide and gave Luka a view of her pretty, glistening pink flesh. Then I easily lifted her up by her thighs and slowly pressed her down onto the mushroom head of my cock.

She threw her head back and moaned wantonly.

I pulled her back so I could see where we were connected. My thick cock looked obscene as it slowly stretched into her flesh.

“You’re so tight, Aran, but you take me so deep. You were made for me,” I said roughly as I held her on my lap and pushed her down on my dick.

Aran’s eyes were squeezed tight shut. Her thighs trembled as little breathy gasps of pleasure fell from her lips.

Luka stroked his pierced dick slowly as he stared at where we were connected.

Partygoers danced around us, and someone called my name to get my attention. I ignored them. The only things that mattered were the two people in front of me.

And the exquisite heat sinking down on my dick as Aran trusted me to take care of her.

She was so comfortable with me she lost herself and let me take over. She trusted me to take care of her.

My best friend was perfect.

I bounced her up and down and rubbed her clit. We both panted as I said, “I’m going to fill my bestie up with cum. Wanted to do this again since the challenge. Pump you full of me. It’s all I’ve been able to think about.”

Aran moaned louder and louder, her voice getting raspier as she bounced on my lap. Wetness flooded across my fingers as I rubbed her clit harder.

The music covered most of the noises, but there was no mistaking what was happening on the bed. Anyone who listened would know we were fucking our betrothed on the bed.

Everyone would know she was more than just my best friend.

She was mine.

Period.

At the thought, I slammed her down roughly on my cock, and Aran tipped her head back. She opened her mouth and twitched as she fluttered around my dick.

Wetness gushed over my fingers as she came.

My eyes rolled back, and I buried my nose in her ice-scented neck as I joined her in release.

Luka fisted turquoise curls and pulled her head forward.

“Be a good girl and swallow, wife.” He pressed the pierced mushroom head of his cock to her swollen cherry lips. The throbbing veins running across the top looked obscene next to her pretty pout.

“I told you I’d let you feel the rest of my piercings,” he growled between deep groans.

Aran parted her lips, and he massaged her neck with his fingers as he flooded down her throat.

He didn’t pull out.

Neither did I.

Luka stood with his softening dick in her swollen lips and massaged her scalp gently. She whimpered and didn’t pull away.

Cum dripped from where we were connected, and I reached my fingers down to catch it.

I pushed my coated finger into her mouth beside my brother’s cock.

“Suck us both, little dictator,” Luka ordered with hooded eyes.

We both moaned as she slurped obediently.

People danced and bumped into the bed. Sang and talked loudly around us as they celebrated.

Luka and I didn’t move.

We ran our hand gently over Aran as she closed her eyes, content to keep both of us inside her.

I whispered, “You’re so pretty and strong and ferocious.”

“Such a smart, brave little killer,” Luka said as he stroked along the side of her neck.

“Not little,” Aran mumbled. “Sleepy.”

Luka pulled himself out of her mouth and tucked himself back into his sweatpants.

I didn’t move. Her warmth surrounded my dick, and it was perfection.

Aran yawned and said sleepily, “I’m not your wife yet.”

Luka and I both smirked.

“You will be,” we said at the same time.

As soon as she’d accepted our betrothal necklace and bracelet, the enchantment in the jewels had begun to initiate a bond among the three of us.

Our future was in stone.

We were one another’s destiny.

I gingerly maneuvered both of us so we were cuddled under the covers and still connected.

I whispered about how perfect she was as I massaged her shoulders.

Luka disappeared to go get towels.

When he came back with a glass of water in one hand and a clean cloth in the other, the dancing crowd parted and revealed the kings.

The three of them were sitting off on the side of the room in the shadows, staring at us. They couldn’t see what was happening because of the wall of our power, but Scorpius had his head tipped to the side and a murderous expression on his face.

Women and men crawled all over them, but they didn’t touch them back.

I let the darkness fall and revealed our bed.

How I was wrapped around Aran under the covers, both of us flushed from sex.

Flames exploded across Corvus’s arms, and he stood up in his seat like he was going to do something. Orion’s eyes widened, and he whispered in Scorpius’s ear. The blind devil clenched his jaw and looked murderous.

As Orion stared at us, his golden skin turned a sickly pale.

“Don’t mess with our wife,” Luka said, and the air shimmered dark around him.

More flames exploded across Corvus’s shoulders, and he opened his mouth to say something, but I looked down at Aran, and Luka turned his back to him.

We didn’t care.

The only person who mattered was lying in my arms.

Luka climbed under the covers and gently cleaned Aran’s folds, which were still swallowing my cock.

“We got you, Aran,” I whispered as I pressed a kiss to her forehead.

She smiled and snuggled against my chest.

My brother and I shared women and men all the time. Because of our separation anxiety, we preferred it that way.

It had always just been the two of us versus the world.

When we were in middle school, Lothaire had rescued us from the human realm.

Luka and I had grown up in the human foster care system.

It hadn’t been pretty.

Things had gotten especially bad when we’d started to manifest our abilities. It had started as little wisps of shimmering darkness around us and escalated to walls and doorways.

Since our adopted parents were extremely religious, they’d thought we were possessed.

They’d tried to beat the darkness out of us.

But our abilities had only escalated.

One day, our adoptive father had taken us on a hike. He’d said something about me being possessed by Lucifer himself as he beat me near death and pushed me into a ravine.

Luka had screamed and fought as I fell.

Apparently as I lay half-dead, bleeding out, Luka’s darkness had exploded.

Lothaire had RJE’d to the location based on the sheer level of power he’d displayed. He’d quickly realized what and who we were. He saved my life and brought us to our biological family on the condition that we attend Elite Academy when we were old enough.

Our family had agreed, but only if one of us always stayed in the realm to fulfill our duties as the Princes of Darkness.

Growing up, we’d never been apart from each other.

Luka was my constant shadow, the darkness to my light. We complemented each other perfectly.

He was the Mr. Hyde to my Dr. Jekyll, as Aran loved to say.

Now she knew firsthand how accurate that was—in and out of the bedroom.

When it came to sex, Luka had a domineering personality and liked to be bossy. Meanwhile, I brought a softness and lightheartedness to the bedroom that mellowed the sting of my twin’s aggression.

However, what we’d just shared with Aran hadn’t felt like normal sex.

She was different.

She meant so much more to both of us.

The betrothal jewels sparkled around her neck and wrist. They refracted the warm, muted glow from the fireplace.

I wasn’t sure how the newly forming bond would react, since the devils claimed she was their mate, but it wasn’t unheard of to have different bonds connecting people.

They’d marked her as their slave and still considered her their mate.

The mere thought of the tattoo filled me with rage, and I breathed deeply as I held Aran close.

Around the room, competitors talked, kissed, danced, fucked, as they mingled.

I couldn’t care less about any of them.

I’d stopped caring about anyone else the minute the exquisite creature with curly blue hair and a pipe between his lips had moped about being chosen to be a recruit.

There’d been something about Aran’s dry sarcasm that entranced me.

When Aran had first arrived at the academy, I’d known immediately that I wanted to be his best friend.

It was probably my separation anxiety from my twin; I’d latched onto the first person I’d met whose energy reminded me of his. Dark, but not stifling and arrogant. A unique and hard combination to find.

Most powerful people were all ego.

Finally, I’d found someone who didn’t take themselves too seriously. Someone funny I could hang out with and who could make this academy seem a little brighter.

I’d trusted my gut and befriended Aran immediately.

It was the best choice I’d made. Ever.

If I was being 100 percent honest, I’d gotten hard around Aran a couple of times while we wrestled and played in bed. I’d been embarrassed and worried I was taking advantage of my best friend, so I’d forced my body to calm down by imagining Lothaire naked. Thankfully, Aran never noticed.

However, it had become quickly clear to me I didn’t view him in a brotherly way.

Especially when Sadie had visited and I’d had to listen to them fucking each other in the shower.

I was generally an easygoing guy.

When Sadie had screamed Aran’s name in the shower, I’d wanted to rip out the short woman’s vocal cords.

Aran was mine. My best friend. No one else’s.

To this day, the sight of Sadie filled me with rage. If I had my way, she’d never lay her hands on Aran ever again. Especially now. After Aran had dropped the enchantment that concealed her true identity, everything had changed.

I hadn’t been hard just sometimes; I’d had a permanent boner in her presence. How could I not?

Aran was the funniest person I’d ever met. I was addicted to his sarcasm and violence.

Then she’d revealed her true face.

Aran had the type of beauty that made artistic geniuses travel across time and space just for the opportunity to spend ten seconds in her presence. She was the definition of a muse.

She was ethereal.

She was hilarious.

She was breathtakingly gorgeous.

She was grumpy and violent.

She was going to be my wife.

She was lying in my arms with a content little smile on her face, and that was where I was going to keep her.

A matching smile split Luka’s face, and I fell asleep beside my twin with my arms wrapped around the two best things that had ever happened in my life.