Page 155 of Psycho Pack

Slowly, he reaches for the fork with his left hand. He grips it like it's a dagger, and I have to wonder if he's ever held one before. I've never actually seen him eat. He glances around to make sure no one's looking at him. Fortunately, they're not. Maybe even on purpose, as if they know he needs privacy.

He spears a small piece of meat and brings the fork to his exposed teeth, hesitating for just a moment and glancing warily at me—like he's afraid I'm going to get scared off—before taking the bite. Without lips or cheeks to help guide the food, he has to tilt his head back slightly. The meat disappears behind his sharp teeth, and I catch a glimpse of the bare muscle in his jaw working as the meat slides down his throat.

There's something strangely attractive about the way he eats.

Like a wolf.

It makes sense. All his teeth are sharp. None of them are molars. He couldn't chew if he wanted to. I squeeze his thigh gently, offering him a smile before taking another bite myself and keeping my eyes off him so he can keep eating without getting stressed out, even though part of me wants to keep watching.

Especially when I notice how long his tongue is from this angle.

It isn't obvious at all with his mouth closed.

What else could he do with it?

Plague's words from earlier echo in my head.

Perhaps you could rewire his trauma with a better experience. Just the three of you. You know, Wraith's sharp teeth could make for a… unique encounter, if you're careful.

Okay.

That'sdefinitelywhat he meant.

My face heats up at the thought and I have to press my thighs together to keep my scent from spiking. The motion makes me squirm and Thane glances at me out of the corner of his eye, his dark eyes intrigued by my scent despite his clear tension and stress.

My imagination is getting away from me, and fast. Imagining Wraith going down on me, that long tongue sweeping across my pussy, delving deep as his sharp teeth graze my folds like blades…

It would be dangerous, but that'd be part of the fun.

Wraith would definitelynotunderstand if I tried to explain why the thought is so fucking hot. He'd think I'd lost my mind. But maybe he'd feel better about himself if he had any idea this new fantasy has launched straight to the top spot in my brain.

And now that the idea has occurred to me, I can tell I'm never going to be able to shake it off until it comes to life.

I shift in my seat, trying to banish the vivid mental images of Wraith's tongue and teeth between my thighs. Heat blooms across my cheeks as I force myself to focus on the ornate plate in front of me, studying the designs to occupy my mind. The last thing I need is for my scent to give away exactly where my thoughts have wandered.

But it's too late.

I feel Thane's dark eyes boring into me now, studying me with that intense focus that always makes me feel like he can see right through me. His nostrils flare slightly, and I know he's caught the shift in my scent.

Damn these alphas and their heightened senses.

I risk a glance up, meeting his gaze for just a moment. The knowing look in his eyes makes my breath catch. He arches an eyebrow like he has no idea what's going through my mind.

And I guess he wouldn't know.

He wouldn't get it, either.

I grab my glass, gulping down the sparkling violet wine. I kind of hate it, which helps. It's the one thing I've tasted in Surhiira that I don't like at all. The spicy, distinctly peppery wine quickly cools me off.

As I set the glass down, I notice Valek watching me, too. His gaze flicks briefly to Wraith beside me, then back to me. The grin he flashes tells me he's figured out exactly what's going on in my head.

Wraith notices Valek's stare and lets out a low, warning growl. The rumble vibrates through me where our thighs are pressed together under the table, and I have to bite my lip to stifle a whimper.

I gulp down more wine.

"I'm not looking atyou," Valek drawls at Wraith, his voice dripping with amusement.

Wraith's growl deepens.

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