Page 292 of Psycho Pack

The last alpha to undress is Wraith. His massive hands move with surprising dexterity as he undoes the buttons of his shirt, starting from the collar and moving straight down. I'm sure he doesn't intend it to be a torturous strip tease because that isn't his personality, but that's exactly what it is.

He shrugs off his shirt, letting it fall to the floor. My gaze roams over his body as he unbuckles his belt and steps out of his pants, his muscles flexing beneath his scarred skin. I take in the map of scars that tell the story of everything he's survived. Some are thick and ropey, others thin and silvery.

All of them beautiful to me.

When he straightens, fully naked now, I can't help the soft whimper that escapes me. He's massive everywhere, his cock already hard and curving up. The sharp points of his teeth gleam as he parts his jaws slightly, scenting the air.

They all look so hungry.

The sight makes another surge of heat roll through me. I cry out, arching off the bed as liquid fire races through my veins.

My skin feels too tight, too hot.

I need...

I need my alphas.

I need them inside me so badly it hurts.

"Please," I whimper.

In an instant, they're ducking to get further into the nest beneath the sloped ceiling, surrounding me. Hands stroke my overheated skin, leaving trails of electricity in their wake. Mouths press kisses to my neck, my shoulders, my breasts. I'm drowning in sensation, lost in a sea of alpha musk and desperate need.

Plague's cool hands cup my face, forcing me to focus on him. "Breathe, Ivy," he says softly.

I nod frantically. His lips capture mine in a searing kiss that steals what little breath I have left. As his tongue sweeps into my mouth, I feel Whiskey's calloused hands on my thighs, gently spreading them.

"Fuck, you're soaked," he growls. The first swipe of his tongue against my dripping pussy has me keening into Plague's mouth.

Thane's deep voice rumbles from somewhere near my ear. "That's it. Let us hear you."

I break away from Plague's kiss with a gasp for air as Whiskey's tongue laps hungrily at my clit and I realize I might not be able to breathe again for a minute. Two fingers slide into me easily, curling to hit that spot that makes me see stars. Myhips buck against his face, chasing more friction, more pressure, more everything.

"So responsive," Valek purrs from my other side. His hand trails down my body, fingertips barely ghosting over my skin. When he reaches my breast, he rolls my nipple between his fingers.

Wraith's massive frame looms over me, his blue eyes burning with hunger. He leans down, nuzzling into the crook of my neck. I feel the sharp points of his teeth grazing my skin and shiver.

I arch my back as Whiskey's tongue works magic between my thighs. The rough stubble on his chin scrapes against my sensitive flesh as he devours me like a man starved. My fingers tangle in his chestnut hair, pulling him in closer. I'm vaguely aware of the alphas' voices above me, discussing logistics, but their words blur together in the haze my mind is swimming in as Whiskey devours me.

"We need to make this good for her," Thane rumbles. "Better than she's ever had before."

"Agreed," says Plague. "Perhaps if we..."

I don't care how they do it.

I just need them inside me, filling me, claiming me.

Now.

"Please," I whimper, rocking my hips against Whiskey's face.

Valek's hand cups my cheek, turning my face toward him. "Open up for me," he purrs.

I part my lips eagerly, desperate for something to suck on. The thick head of his cock pushes past my lips and I moan around him, savoring the familiar taste. As I take him deeper, my tongue finds the metal studs of his piercings.

"Yes," Valek groans. "Get it nice and wet."

His words make me clench around Whiskey's fingers with a whimper, imagining Valek's pierced cock stretching me open.I redouble my efforts, sucking him deeper, swirling my tongue around the piercings.