Page 297 of Psycho Pack
When did he recover?
How long have we been doing this?
Time has lost all meaning in the throes of my heat. I don't even know when Plague and Whiskey turned to each other, Plague gasping and panting on his back as he comes undone with Whiskey sucking his cock next to us. Plague's hand is gripping my upper thigh, clinging to me like a lifeline as Whiskey milks him dry.
Before I can process what's happening, Valek's pressing his cock against my lips. "Can't let my brothers have all the fun," he purrs.
Thane growls in clear agitation like he's about to correct him, but he doesn't. It's distant, anyway, overshadowed by the overwhelming need coursing through me. Without thinking, I part my lips, accepting Valek's cock into my mouth. The familiar salty taste of him floods my senses as he pushes deeper.
"Fuck," Valek hisses. "Still so eager for it..."
I can barely breathe, impaled on three cocks at once. My body feels like it's on fire, every nerve ending singing with pleasure and pain. I don't know where I end and they begin anymore. We're a tangle of limbs and sensations, moving together in a primal rhythm.
The feeling of Plague's hand moving to my clit as Wraith thrusts into me drives me further off the brink of comprehending what's happening. I moan around Valek's shaft as they keep every inch of my body busy, my arms feeling like they're simultaneously boneless and made of lead even as I cling to Wraith for purchase.
Wraith's arms tighten around me, holding me close as Thane and Valek fuck into me from behind and above. His scarred jaw brushes against my cheek as he nuzzles into my neck, a low, constant growling purr rumbling through his chest.
The alphas find their rhythm, working together to drive me higher and higher. Thane's thick cock stretches my ass impossibly wide with each thrust. Wraith fills my pussy so completely, the edge of his knot catching on my entrance. And Valek fucks my mouth with wild abandon, his pierced cock hitting the back of my throat.
The coil of heat in my core winds tighter and tighter as Plague's skilled fingers work my clit. His touch is relentless, precise, stoking the inferno raging through my veins. I grind desperately against Wraith and Thane's cocks, chasing that elusive peak. Their knots swell, catching on my rim with each thrust, teasing me with the promise of fullness.
I need more. Need to be stretched, filled, claimed completely.
The alphas' scents mingle in the air, thick with arousal and possessiveness. It makes my head spin, my omega instincts screaming to submit, to let them take me fully. To be knotted and marked.
“Please,” I try to choke out, but my voice is muffled by Valek’s cock and the word comes out as a breathy cry. I pull off his cock with a gasp, his round studs bumping against my swollen lips. "Please," I whimper, my voice hoarse and desperate. "I need... I need..."
"What do you need, little one?" Thane growls in my ear, his hips snapping forward harder.
"Your knots," I choke out. "Please, I need your knots. Any of you. All of you. I don't care, just... please!”
That seems to break the last of their restraint. Wraith surges up, his sharp teeth grazing my bottom lip as he presses his jaws to my lips. At the same time, Thane's mouth latches onto the junction of my neck and shoulder, sucking hard. Valek strokes himself next to us so I can breathe, watching intently as I come undone, his eyes glinting like mercury in the low lighting of my nest.
They move in perfect sync, driving into me harder, faster. Their knots swell further, catching on my entrances with each thrust.
"That's it," Plague murmurs encouragingly, his fingers never stopping their relentless assault on my clit. "Take them, Ivy. You can do it."
With a final, powerful thrust, Wraith and Thane push their knots past my entrances. I scream as they lock inside me, stretching me impossibly wide. The flash of pain quickly gives way to overwhelming pleasure as they start to come, flooding me with their hot seed.
My body convulses between them, clenching rhythmically around their pulsing cocks, my stomach cramping from the overwhelming fullness. Stars burst behind my eyelids as wave after wave of ecstasy washes through me.
I'm vaguely aware of Valek cursing in Vrissian, his hips jerking as he spills across my breasts and collarbone. The feeling of his hot come painting my skin only intensifies my pleasure.
Plague's fingers move faster against my oversensitive clit, drawing out my bliss until I'm a trembling, incoherent mess. Through the haze of pleasure, I hear him let out a strangled groan. His hips buck up into Whiskey's mouth as he comes again, his whole body shuddering.
Time loses all meaning as we ride out our shared climax. It feels like I’m floating away on the lake, anchored only by the feeling of my alphas' bodies pressed against mine. Their hands roam over my sweat-slicked skin, soothing and possessive. Soft words of praise and adoration wash over me, though I can't make out individual voices anymore.
As the intensity begins to ebb, I become aware of the ache in my jaw, the slight burn where I'm stretched around Wraith and Thane's knots. But it's a good ache. A reminder of how thoroughly I've been claimed.
I nuzzle into Wraith's neck, breathing in his wild, earthy scent. His arms tighten around me, holding me close. Behind me, Thane presses gentle kisses along my shoulder, his stubble scraping pleasantly against my sensitive skin.
All my alphas are purring, and so am I.
"Our perfect girl," Plague murmurs, his hand moving from my clit to stroke my hair.
I hum contentedly, too blissed out to form words. My body feels heavy, satiated in a way I've never experienced before. The heat that's been burning through me for hours has finally been quenched—and least for now—leaving me boneless and sleepy.
Whiskey's rough chuckle reaches my ears. "I think we broke her."