Page 241 of Psycho Pack
Not yet.
Not until Ivy falls apart around us.
"One minute," she chokes out with a strangled whimper.
My hand snakes between us, between her legs, fingers finding her clit with practiced ease. I rub tight circles against the swollen bud, drinking in the desperate sounds that fall from her lips.
"Come on, little one," I urge, my voice rough with exertion and need. "Come for us. Show Valek how good we make you feel."
As if my words were command, Ivy's final orgasm crashes over her like a tidal wave. Her back arches, head thrown back as a feral scream tears from her throat. Her inner walls clamp down on us like a vice, the rhythmic pulsing of her climax milking our cocks.
It's too much.
The pleasure crests, white-hot and all-consuming. With a bellow, I bury myself as deep as I can inside her, my release flooding her in long, hot pulses. Distantly, I hear Wraith's answering roar as he follows us over the edge.
For a long moment, the only sound in the room is our ragged breathing. Ivy slumps between us, boneless and sated. I nuzzleinto her neck, inhaling the intoxicating scent of our combined release.
Then, barely above a whisper, her voice.
"Time's up."
My head snaps up, eyes locking on Valek. I didn't look away for long, but I can tell immediately he didn't break the rules. He's a mess, skin flushed and covered in a sheen of sweat. His chest heaves with each labored breath, but I can tell from the way his fingertips are digging into the stone floor, his knuckles white, he never once strayed to touch himself.
He looks like he's about to die.
Fuck. He actually did it.
I'm not sure if I'm impressed or disappointed.
Ivy looks up at me, then back at Wraith, her eyes hazy as she pants from what we just put her through. When she turns her gaze to Valek, I hate that her lips curve in a small smile.
"Well," she says, her voice hoarse from screaming. "Guess you earned that mercy after all."
Valek's laugh is broken and ragged. "How generous of you, little omega," he chokes out, sounding like he just swallowed a handful of shattered glass and gravel.
I tense, waiting for the punchline.
For Valek to reveal that this was all part of some elaborate scheme and whip out his favorite knife.
But he just sits there, chest heaving, utterly wrecked.
"What now?" I ask, not quite able to keep the growl from my voice.
"You let him go," Ivy says simply, nestling further into our embrace as Wraith and I instinctively close in around her, his growling broken purrs vibrating through her back. "He earned it. Besides, it's not like you're going to be able to catch him anyway. Not when your knots just swelled up again."
I can't believe what I'm hearing.
She's giving him another chance.
She's not going to let us throttle him.
Not just that…
She trapped us.
I shift my weight on the cot a little, but my cock is solidly locked inside Ivy. The same thought crosses Wraith's mind, too, judging from how he's doing the same thing and glancing suspiciously at me, a hint of amusement in his blue eyes.
We're just as stuck as we were before.