Page 296 of Psycho Pack
Whiskey's thrusts grow more erratic, his breathing harsh and shallow. "Fuck, I'm close," he grits out. The edge of his knot catches on my rim with each thrust, threatening to pop inside.
Part of me wants it desperately. Wants to be tied to him, filled with his seed. But they agreed no knotting yet. Not until they've all had their turn with me. So I clench down harder, eliciting a ragged growl from him.
"Fuck, she's tight…"
As if reading my mind, Thane growls at him. Warning him without words to pull out when he comes.
Whiskey lets out a frustrated groan and his hips snap forward faster, chasing his release, my ass grinding against his pelvis and stomach. The force of his thrusts rocks me forward, shoving Thane's cock impossibly deeper down my throat. His thick throbbing shaft muffles my whimper and I dig my fingertips into the sheets and blankets of my nest, focusing on breathing through my nose.
Plague's tongue works faster against my clit, two fingers sliding inside to curl against that spot that makes me see stars and writhe in total desperation. The dual sensations of fullness and the relentless pressure on my most sensitive areas quickly pushes me toward the edge.
The first wave crashes over me without warning. I cry out around Thane's cock, barely able to make a sound around it, my whole body tensing as ecstasy rolls through me. My pussy clenches rhythmically around Plague's fingers as he works me through it, drawing out every last aftershock.
The force of my climax seems to trigger Whiskey's. He pulls out just in time, his cock pulsing as he paints my lower back and Plague's abdomen with ropes of hot come. The feeling ofit splashing against my overheated skin makes me shiver and grind against Plague's face.
Thane follows soon after, his hands tightening in my hair as he spills down my throat with a guttural groan. I gulp reflexively, choking slightly again as I try to swallow it all. Some escapes, dripping from the corners of my mouth. I'm already so full of come from Valek, I can't possibly swallow every last drop.
As the aftershocks fade, I slump forward, ass in the air, utterly spent. All I can do is twitch and jerk as Plague keeps eating me out, his growls muffled by my pussy as he comes into his hand, the ropes spraying Whiskey's thigh.
But the fire in my veins hasn't been fully quenched.
My heat is far from over.
Gentle hands help me onto my back. I blink up at my alphas through hazy eyes, a lazy smile spreading across my face. They look just as wrecked as I feel, chests heaving as they try to catch their breath.
"Holy shit," Whiskey pants, running a hand through his sweat-damp hair. "That was..."
"Incredible," Plague finishes, licking his lips. His chin glistens with my slick.
Wraith climbs over me, his low growls rumbling with the echoes of the broken purr I love so much. His massive hands grip my waist as he lifts me effortlessly, positioning me on his lap over his thick cock. I cling to his broad shoulders, my legs trembling as I straddle his lap. His blue eyes burn into mine, pupils blown wide with lust.
"Please," I whimper, grinding against him desperately. My pussy clenches around nothing, aching to be filled again even though I'm full of so much come, my stomach is cramping. "I need you."
A low rumble builds in his chest as he slowly lowers me onto his length. I cry out as he stretches me open, my oversensitivewalls fluttering around him. He holds me still once he's fully seated, giving me time to adjust. His hands span my ribcage, thumbs brushing reverently against the undersides of my breasts. I lean forward, pressing my forehead against his as I try to catch my breath.
He rumbles again, the vibrations sending little shockwaves through my core. Slowly, carefully, he starts to move. His hips roll up into me as he lifts me with those strong arms, setting a steady rhythm.
I'm vaguely aware of movement behind me. Hands grip my hips, different from Wraith's. Thane's deep voice rumbles in my ear.
"Room for one more?"
Before I can process his words, I feel the blunt head of his cock pressing against my ass. My eyes widen as I realize what he means to do.
"Oh fuck," I gasp as Thane starts to push inside.
The stretch is almost unbearable as he pushes into my ass, but I'm too far gone to care. My body burns for them, craving more even as I feel impossibly full. Wraith holds me still with a soft, reassuring growl as Thane slowly sheathes himself inside me.
"Fuck," I gasp, my forehead pressed against Wraith's as I try to breathe through the overwhelming sensations. "So full..."
Wraith rumbles soothingly, the vibrations traveling through my entire body. His blue eyes lock onto mine, filled with a mix of concern and burning desire. I cling to his broad shoulders, using him as an anchor as Thane starts to move.
The first few thrusts are slow, careful. But as my body adjusts, accepting them both, the pace quickens. Wraith lifts me with those impossibly strong arms, only to let gravity pull me back down onto their cocks. Each time I sink down, Thane drivesup to meet me. The counterpoint of their movements has me seeing stars, pleasure spiking through me with every thrust.
I'm vaguely aware that I'm making noise. High, keening cries that I barely recognize as my own voice. But I can't stop. Can't control anything as they fuck me relentlessly, taking me higher and higher.
"You're doing so good," Thane growls in my ear, his breath hot against my neck. His encouragement sends another wave of heat through me. I try to respond, to tell him how good it feels to be theirs, but all that comes out is a broken moan.
The crown of a cock bumps my lips and I look up through glazed eyes to see familiar piercings a few inches from my face. I blink, trying to focus. Valek is standing behind Wraith, bent forward a little because of the slope of the ceiling of my nesting room, his silver eyes gleaming with renewed hunger.