Page 239 of Psycho Pack
That's the last thing I need.
I need it to godown,not swell up again.
"That's it," she pants, her voice breathy and filled with need. "Fill me up. Mark me from the inside out."
Her words hit me like a physical blow.
We've never talked about marking her before.
It's occurred to me, obviously. Countless times. Constantly. But I didn't know she still wanted us after her heat until so recently, we haven't had a chance to bring it up. But now, with her caught between us, begging for it...
The temptation is almost overwhelming.
The timing is off. If there's even a fraction of a chance she actually means it when she says that magic word, we need to do it as a pack. But that doesn't stop my alpha instincts from thrashing at the chains to take her literally right here, right now. To take what's mine and fuck anyone else.
It goes against my better nature, but…
Fuck,I want to.
I lean in, nuzzling the spot where her neck meets her shoulder. Her scent is intoxicating, a heady mix of honeysuckle and arousal that makes my mouth water. My canines ache with the need to sink into her soft flesh, to claim her as ours once and for all.
Asmine.
Her wild honeysuckle scent fills my head, drowning out everything else. Even the smoky, metallic notes of Valek's arousal burning my nose can't overpower the intoxicating blend of honeysuckle and sex that is pure Ivy.
"Four," she purrs, her voice low and sultry.
It takes me a moment to realize what she means.
Four minutes left.
My eyes flick to the silver-haired alpha, still seated on the floor. His chest heaves with each ragged breath, sweat beading on his forehead and dampening his bone-white hair. His cock strains so hard against the fabric of his white slacks, it has to hurt. He's shaking with the effort of not touching himself.
Realization dawns on me. This isn't just about punishing Valek for his voyeurism. Ivy is testing him. Pushing him to his limits to see if he can actually overcome his basest instincts.
All for the chance she might show him mercy.
It's fucking brilliant.
Another low growl rumbles through my chest at the thought. Ivy responds by grinding down harder on my knot. Gritting my teeth, I snarl so I don't snap.
Holy fuck, this is intense.
"You like that?" Ivy whispers, her breath hot against my ear.
"Yes," I growl, beyond caring how fucked this is.
Ivy rewards me with another roll of her hips, and I can't help the groan that escapes me. Over her shoulder, I catch a glimpseof Wraith lavishing more attention on her throat, the sharp points of his teeth nicking and grazing her skin without actually breaking the surface.
He's so close to marking her.
So, so close.
A fraction of additional pressure and he'd sink those razor-sharp teeth into her flesh like he's biting into a peach. It's incredible how much control he has. How much control he'slearnedto have.
And I guess that's what's happening to Valek.
Ivy is training him.