Page 240 of Psycho Pack

Wraith's massive hands tighten on Ivy's waist as he thrusts up into her, harder than before, making her gasp. The movement jostles all three of us, sending fresh waves of agonizing ecstasy coursing through my body. I'm oversensitive, my nerves raw and exposed, my knot aching from where Ivy's tight heat keeps gripping and milking it, but I can't bring myself to stop.

"Oh fuck," Ivy moans, her head falling back against my shoulder. "Just like that. Both of you. Harder."

Who am I to deny her?

I snap my hips up, driving deeper into her clenching heat. Wraith mirrors my movements, and soon we find a punishing rhythm. The obscene sound of flesh slapping against flesh fills the room, punctuated by Ivy's breathless cries and our own guttural growls.

"Three," she pants.

Through it all, I keep my eyes locked on Valek. I don't trust him, not for a second. Not just to not sneak in a way to get off, but to not attack us. If he really thinks he's going to die, that's when he'd do it, too.

Because Valek will stop at nothing to save his own ass.

He's proven it time and time again.

It's the only fucking thing that's predictable about him.

And I'm not taking my eyes off him even if there's fuck all I can do if he tries to pull off something stupid.

His silver gaze is focused in Ivy's direction, but it's glassy, as if he's looking at something far beyond this room. But the rapid rise and fall of his chest and the visible tremors wracking his body betray just how affected he is by the display before him.

"Look at him," I growl in Ivy's ear, loud enough for Valek to hear. "Look how badly he wants to touch himself. To join us."

Ivy's laugh is dark and breathy. "But he won't. Will you, Valek?" When he doesn't respond, she raises her voice. "I asked you a question."

Valek's eyes snap back into focus, meeting Ivy's heated gaze.

"Two minutes," she warns him huskily.

"No," he grits out, his voice strained almost beyond recognition. "I won't."

"Good boy," Ivy purrs, praisinghimfor once.

I feel her clench around me at the words.

Fuck. Is she getting off on this twisted power play?

Of course she is.

And if I'm being honest with myself, so am I.

I've spent so long trying to be the voice of reason. The one who keeps us all in line. But right now, with Ivy caught between Wraith and me, her body trembling on the edge of another orgasm... I don't want to be reasonable.

I want to let the alpha take control.

To lose myself in the primal need to claim, to dominate.

To punish.

My hands tighten on Ivy's hips hard enough to bruise as I drive into her with renewed force. She cries out, her nails raking down my arms and leaving stinging trails in their wake. The pain only spurs me on, stoking the fire burning in my veins.

"That's it," I growl, nipping at her throat. Not hard enough to break the skin—I won't mark her, not without explicitpermission—but enough to make her gasp. "Show him what he's missing. Show him what he fucked up."

Ivy's body goes taut between us, trembling on the edge of release. "Please," she whimpers. "I'm so close. Make me come. Make me scream."

Wraith lets out a sound that's more beast than human, his hips snapping up with bruising force. I match his rhythm, and soon we're fucking into Ivy with abandon. The coil of pleasure in my gut winds tighter with each thrust, threatening to snap at any moment.

But I won't let go.