Page 226 of Psycho Pack

She arches her back.

Head falls against my shoulder.

Thane is being so careful.

Slow.

Gentle.

She gasps.

I press against her back.

She leans into me.

Trusting.

Always trusting.

Thane reaches around her.

Fingers slick with her wetness.

Touches her where I'm supposed to enter.

Prepares her.

I look down, fascinated.

The way his fingers disappear inside her.

The way she moans.

The way her hole clenches down.

Pushes back against his hand.

Wanting more.

Always more.

Just like me.

"Now," she breathes. "Please, Wraith."

I position myself.

The head of my cock pressing against her.

Pause.

Look to Thane for confirmation.

He nods.

His eyes are so dark.

He's hungry, too.