Page 291 of Psycho Pack

I want my alphas.

As if summoned by my thoughts, I hear them in the room outside the den. I catch their scents as they wait for permission to enter the nest.

"Come in," I say hoarsely.

They slip in one by one, their eyes dark with hunger as they take in the sight of me sprawled across the bed. The air grows thick with their scents, making my head spin.

"Fuck," Whiskey breathes, his honey-brown eyes wide. "You smell incredible, wildcat."

I reach for him with trembling hands. "Please," I gasp. "I need..."

"We know what you need," Thane rumbles, his deep voice sending shivers down my spine. "And we're going to take care of you. All of us."

They surround the bed, forming a circle of protective alpha energy that makes me feel safe even as desire burns through my veins. Plague's gaze sweeps over me, assessing as he takes a glove off, reaches down, and presses the cool back of his hand against my feverish forehead.

"Your temperature is elevated," he murmurs. "Full heat will hit within fifteen minutes. We need to get you more comfortable."

Wraith growls softly in agreement, his massive hands already working on my dress. I arch into his touch, desperate for skin-on-skin contact. The fabric falls away, leaving me bare to their hungry gazes.

"Beautiful," Valek purrs, silver eyes gleaming. "Our perfect little omega."

Another wave of heat crashes over me, and I cry out, overwhelmed by it all. Everything is too much and not enough all at once.

I need their hands on me.

Their mouths.

Their cocks.

"Please," I beg, not even sure what I'm asking for.

"Shh," Thane soothes, stroking my hair. "We've got you. Just let go. Let us take care of you."

I nod frantically, beyond words now as instinct takes over. My thighs are slick with arousal, my pussy clenching around nothing. I need to be filled. I need to be knotted. If I don't get them all, I'm going to go insane.

The alphas exchange loaded glances.

Then, as if choreographed, they begin to undress.

Plague goes first, those light blue eyes locked on mine as he slowly peels off his other glove. The sight of his bare hands, and the promise of what I'm sure he's going to do with them, makes me shiver with renewed fire. He takes his time with each button of his crisp white shirt, revealing tantalizing glimpses of lean muscle. When he slips off his slacks, his cock is already hard, the knot at the base partially swollen.

Whiskey is less patient as he unbuckles his belt and takes off his pants. His chestnut hair is wild, honey-brown eyes blazing with desire as he strips. I drink in the sight of his tanned skin, his broad shoulders, the thick muscles of his arms and chest, his padded midsection, his massive cock. When he catches me staring, he grins that lopsided grin that never fails to make my heart skip.

"Like what you see?"

I nod, not trusting my voice. My eyes are drawn to Thane as he begins to undress next. He moves with that quiet, controlled grace that always captivates me. His dark eyes never leave mine as he slowly unbuttons his shirt, revealing the chiseled planes of his muscular body. The fabric whispers as it falls to the floor, and I have to bite back a whimper at the sight of all that skin on display.

Thane's hands move to his belt next, and I find myself holding my breath. The soft clink of metal seems impossibly loud in the heated silence of the nest. He takes his time, drawing out the moment until I'm practically squirming with impatience. When he finally pushes his pants down over those powerful thighs, I can't help the soft moan that escapes me at the sight of his hard cock, a bead of precome already glistening on the tip.

Valek goes next. He's already shirtless from his sparring brawl with Whiskey, but when he hooks his thumbs in the waistband of his pants, he draws out the moment. A smirk plays at the corners of his lips as he slowly pushes them down, baring the cut of his hips. My breath catches as his cock springs free, already hard and curving up toward his defined abs, silver cock piercings glinting in the low light.

My memory brings me right back to that first night together, where I learned just what the studs of those piercings feel like thrusting against my spot, and my core clenches at the sudden flashback.

I lick my lips, suddenly parched.

Whiskey's staring at the piercings in shock, as if he's never noticed them before. "What the fuck, man, didn't that hurt?"

"That's the point," Valek says smoothly.