Page 299 of Psycho Pack
You okay?he signs.
“More than okay,” I say breathlessly as warmth spreads from my new mark throughout my body, mingling with the blood trickling down my chest and back in rivulets.
He rumbles softly, nuzzling against me. I can feel his relief and his happiness through our new bond, and it makes me smile.
"You’re next,” I whisper to Thane, glancing back at him. The concern in his gaze is clear, but when he sees I’m okay, his lips curve with a relieved smile.
He wordlessly brushes his lips against the crook of my neck, tasting my blood, licking the cuts from Wraith’s already closing mark to mingle their saliva before it seals. I tilt my head to give him better access to the other side of my neck. His stubble scrapes pleasantly against my skin as he leans in. Unlike Wraith, he doesn't hesitate. His teeth sink into my flesh immediately, making me gasp.
The pain is different this time. Sharper, more focused. But it fades quickly, replaced by the heady rush of another bond snapping into place. I'm flooded with Thane's emotions. His fierce love, his unwavering loyalty, the depth of his commitment to our pack. To me.
As Thane pulls back, licking the wound closed, I feel myself relaxing further. I hear voices around me, coordinating the nextbites, but I’m content to just lose myself in the sea of bliss. When I’m finally relaxed enough for Wraith and Thane to pull out of me, I find myself on Valek’s lap, which I realize only because his piercings are bumping against my entrance.
Valek's silver eyes burn into mine as he slowly lowers me onto his cock. The metal studs of his piercings drag deliciously against my inner walls, making me shudder. I'm so sensitive after everything we've done, but the fire in my veins still rages. My heat isn't over yet.
I whimper as he bottoms out, feeling impossibly full once again. My thighs tremble as I try to hold myself up, overwhelmed. Valek's lean muscles flex beneath me as he starts to move, drawing gasps from me.
The others watch with hungry eyes. Whiskey strokes himself lazily, while Plague's fingers trail along my spine. Thane and Wraith are still recovering, but their gazes are no less intense.
"Look at you," Valek murmurs, one hand coming up to cup my face. "So beautiful. So perfect for us."
His words send a fresh wave of heat through me. I rock against him desperately, chasing more friction. The piercings in his cock hit spots inside me that make my toes curl, and I can't help the breathy moans that escape me with each thrust.
"Please," I gasp, not even sure what I'm begging for.
Valek growls as if he knows exactly, his hips snapping up harder. "You need to be claimed. Marked. Made ours forever."
"Yes," I whimper, clinging to his shoulders. “Please, Valek. Mark me.”
He gives me that wolfish grin I love so much. "As you wish, little omega."
With a final, powerful thrust, Valek's knot pops inside me. The stretch is intense, almost painful, but then he's coming and the pleasure drowns out everything else. Hot spurts of his release flood me as his teeth sink in, right over Wraith's mark.
I scream as another orgasm crashes through me, clenching rhythmically around Valek's pulsing cock. Through the haze of pleasure, I feel the third bond snap into place. Valek's emotions flood me. Possessiveness, love, and a depth of all-encompassing worship that makes me dizzy. This man would do anything for me. He’d tear the moon out of the sky if he thought it would make me smile.
I nuzzle into his neck, overwhelmed by the intimacy of the moment. His arms tighten around me, holding me close as the aftershocks roll through us both. His purr vibrates through my chest, comforting and possessive all at once. I feel boneless, utterly spent, but so incredibly full. Not just physically, but emotionally too.
As the intensity begins to ebb, I become aware of the others moving around us. Gentle hands stroke my back, my thighs, my hair. Soft words of praise and adoration wash over me, though I can't quite make out individual voices.
I hum contentedly, too blissed out to form words anyway. My body feels heavy, satiated in a way I've never experienced before.
Valek shifts slightly, his knot tugging at my sensitive flesh. I whimper at the sensation, and he soothes me with gentle kisses along my shoulder as he pulls out. But before I can voice my displeasure at being empty again, strong arms are lifting me, cradling me against a wall of padded muscle.
I blink blearily, trying to focus. Whiskey grins down at me, his honey-brown eyes warm. "Our turn, wildcat," he rumbles. "I want that tight little ass again."
Plague comes up in front of me, his fingertips ghosting over Thane's sealing marks. “Here?” he asks, glancing up at Whiskey.
“Sounds good,” Whiskey says gruffly. “Both at the same time?”
“As one,” Plague agrees.
My heart races as Whiskey and Plague position themselves on either side of me. Their skin is feverishly hot against mine as Whiskey's bulk presses against my back while Plague faces me, his pale blue eyes dark with hunger.
"Ready, wildcat?" Whiskey rumbles in my ear, his stubble scraping pleasantly against my neck.
I nod, finding myself beyond words again. My body aches to be filled again, claimed by these two alphas who love me and each other. As Whiskey lifts me slightly, I whimper as I feel the blunt head of his cock pressing against my aching ass. At the same time, Plague's hands grip my hips, guiding me onto his length.
The stretch as they enter me simultaneously is almost too much. I cry out, my head falling back against Whiskey's muscled shoulder as they slowly push deeper. The contrast of Whiskey's thick cock in my ass and Plague's in my pussy takes me to the brink again, and then I’m hurtling beyond, convulsing and writhing.