Page 298 of Psycho Pack
"Fuck off," I mumble, though there's no heat in it. I can't even summon the energy to open my eyes.
"There she is," Valek purrs, amusement clear in his voice. "I was starting to worry we'd fucked her mute."
I bask in the afterglow, surrounded by my alphas, their purrs vibrating through me. The ache where I'm stretched around Wraith and Thane's knots is a pleasant reminder of how thoroughly I've been claimed.
But there's one more step to make this complete.
"It's time," I murmur, my voice hoarse from screaming. "I want you to mark me. All of you."
The purring stops abruptly. I can feel the tension coming off them, a mix of desire and hesitation.
"Are you sure you're ready?" Plague asks softly, his hand stilling in my hair even though it sounds like it's killing him to ask. "Once it's done, there's no going back."
I nod dizzily. "I'm sure. I want this. I want this pack to be mine, forever."
Whiskey lets out a shaky breath. "Fuck, wildcat. You don’t know what this means to us."
But I do. I can see it in their eyes, feel it in the way their bodies tense around me. This is everything they've wanted, everything they've been afraid to hope for.
And the same goes for me.
"Wraith," I say, turning to nuzzle against his scarred jaw. "I want you to go first."
He pulls back slightly, confusion evident in those blue eyes, usually so sharp and intense. Now, there’s only warmth there. His hands move to sign to me.
Will hurt more when I mark you.
"Part of where the mark will be is already scarred," I explain, reaching up to trace the scars on his face as he gazes at me. "From when I burned off my omega designation." I swallow hard, pushing away the memories of that pain. "Your teeth are so sharp... they'll cut through the scar tissue easily."
Understanding dawns in Wraith's eyes, followed quickly by more concern.
Don’t know if I can be that gentle.
"I trust you," I insist, pressing closer to him despite the slight discomfort of shifting on his knot. "Please, Wraith. I want it to be you."
He stares at me for a long moment, conflict raging in those expressive eyes. I can see him weighing the risks, his protective instincts warring with the obvious desire to claim me as his own.
Finally, he lets out a low, rumbling growl that vibrates through my entire body. He nods once, a sharp jerk of his head.
"If he goes too deep…" Thane says from behind me, his voice tight with concern.
"I trust him," I say firmly. "I trust all of you."
Wraith's massive hands come up to cup my face, those rough fingers so gentle against my skin. He leans in slowly, giving me every chance to change my mind. But I don't want to. I tilt my head, baring my neck to him in a gesture of complete submission.
His breath is hot against my skin as he nuzzles into my neck. I feel the sharp points of his teeth grazing the sensitive flesh and shiver. Not with fear, but with excitement and anticipation.
"Do it," I whisper.
Wraith hesitates for just a moment longer. Then, with aching slowness, he closes his jaws around the crook of my neck and his razor-sharp teeth sink in.
The pain is immediate and intense. It feels like being marked by knives. I cry out, my body tensing around the knots still locked inside me. But beneath the pain, there's something else. A rush of warmth that has nothing to do with my fading heat and everything to do with the primal act of being claimed.
I feel the moment Wraith breaks through the scar tissue. It's a strange sensation, pain layered over numbness where thenerves were damaged. But then his tongue is there, lapping at the wound simultaneously, and the pain begins to fade.
As Wraith gently withdraws his sharp teeth and pulls back, I feel the bond snap into place. It's like nothing I've ever experienced before. Suddenly, I'm acutely aware of him in a way I never have been. I feel a rush of his emotions—his love, his fierce protectiveness, his lingering guilt at causing me pain.
"Thank you," I murmur, pressing a gentle kiss to his blood-stained teeth.