Page 300 of Psycho Pack

"Fuck," Whiskey hisses through gritted teeth. "So tight…"

Plague's fingers dig into my hips, his usually controlled expression cracking as he bottoms out inside me. "Breathe, Ivy," he murmurs, though his voice is strained. "Just relax."

I try to follow his instructions, forcing my muscles to unclench. It's a challenge with both of them buried so deep inside me, but as the initial discomfort fades, waves of pleasure start to roll through me. I rock experimentally, grinding down onto them, and all three of us groan and growl in unison. I cling to Plague's shoulders, my nails digging in as I try to ground myself so I don’t pass out.

Whiskey's hands roam over my body from behind, rough and possessive. He palms my breasts, rolling my nipples between his fingers as he fucks up into me. His cock stretches me so wide, the edge of his knot catching on my rim with each thrust. Behindme, I can feel the rumble of his growls vibrating through his chest.

"Oh fuck," I gasp as he starts to work tight circles around the sensitive bud. I’m not just close this time, I’m gone. I can barely register where I am anymore. Up in the stars, maybe.

"Come for us," Plague commands, his voice rough. "Let go, Ivy. We've got you."

His words, combined with a particularly deep thrust from Whiskey, send me hurtling over the edge. I cry out as my orgasm crashes through me, my body convulsing between them. My inner walls clench rhythmically around their cocks as they shove their knots into me, drawing twin groans from the alphas.

But it's not over yet. The moment their knots lock inside me, filling me up, I feel them shift. Their breath is hot on my skin as they nuzzle the same area on the side Thane marked, and I know what's coming.

"Ours," Whiskey growls.

"Forever," Plague adds.

Their teeth sink into my shoulder in perfect unison and their bonds snap into place simultaneously. I can't tell where one ends and the other begins. A tidal wave of emotions crashes over me, threatening to pull me under. Whiskey's fierce passion and unwavering loyalty mingle with Plague's deep, abiding love and what feels strangely like worship, too.

As they gently withdraw their teeth, their tongues lap at the wounds, sealing them closed. The sting fades quickly, replaced by a warmth that spreads through my entire body.

I feel... complete.

Whole in a way I've never experienced before.

I rumble with purrs as the world narrows down to this moment, to the feeling of being utterly claimed and possessed by these alphas.

All their hands roam over my sweat-slicked skin, soothing and possessive all at once. Soft growls and purrs rumble through their chests, vibrating against me from both sides. My arms and legs and spine all feel as if they're full of lead as I'm lifted off Plague and Whiskey and cradled in the center of the pack, surrounded by love and protection.

"You should bite us all, too," Valek purrs, breaking the silence. "It's not fair to the rest of the pack that I'm the only one who will bear a mark from you tonight."

"Wait, notmydick," Whiskey says defensively as Plague breathes a husky laugh from somewhere else in the nest.

"Doesn't have to be your dick," Valek says dryly.

I blink slowly, trying to focus through the haze of pleasure and exhaustion. Valek's words take a moment to register in my foggy brain.

Bite them?

Mark them as mine?

I'm so pleasantly tired that I don't think I have the energy to stay awake for much longer, but the idea of claiming my alphas in return is waking me up a little bit.

"Can I?" I ask, my voice hoarse.

Plague's fingers card gently through my hair. "Of course," he says softly. "Omega marks don't have the same... biological intensity as alpha marks, but they mean just as much."

"Then I want to," I murmur. "I want to mark all of you."

Wraith lets out a soft, purring growl at my words.

Thane nods. "We're yours, little one."

I turn in their arms to Wraith first. "You," I murmur, reaching up to trace his jagged scars, softer now than they were before the treatment. "I want to mark you here." I tap gently just below his ear at the top of his neck, in one of the few unmarred patches of skin.

He rumbles softly, tilting his head to give me better access. My teeth graze his skin with a gentle lick before I sink my canines in. The taste of his blood floods my mouth, coppery and sharp. As I release him, lapping gently at the wound, our connection thrums with a spike of joy at belonging to me.