Page 235 of Psycho Pack

Purring and growling, I nuzzle her neck.

Inhale deeply.

Memorize every note in her scent.

Ours and hers all mixed together.

"Holy shit," Thane mutters.

His voice sounds wrecked.

Ivy lets out a breathless laugh.

"Y-yeah," she agrees. "That was... fuck…"

Rumble in agreement.

Even if I could speak, I couldn't now.

My hands roam her body, checking for injury.

Making sure we didn't hurt her.

It's instinct.

Even as I feel like I just died.

Couldn't have, but it feels like it.

She seems fine.

Better than fine.

She's practically glowing.

Her skin flushed and dewy with sweat.

The most beautiful thing on earth.

Always is.

Always perfect.

Chapter

Thirty-Nine

THANE

Ismell a fucking snake.

I'm still in a haze and partially blacked out from the intensity of what just happened, my knot pulsing inside Ivy as aftershocks roll through me. Her body is limp between Wraith and me, her chest heaving as she tries to catch her breath. The scent of our combined releaseshoulddrown everything else out.

But not when I sense danger to Ivy.

Danger that's lurking in the hall.

Danger that's apparently turned on, judging from the distinct notes of metallic and smoky alpha musk in the air that definitely don't belong to Wraith or me.