Page 231 of Psycho Pack

With Thane.

We work as one.

To please her.

To worship her.

To make her ours.

The need to bite grows stronger.

To mark.

To claim.

My teeth ache with it.

But I won't.

Not without permission.

Never without permission.

Ivy's body trembles between us.

Her scent spikes again.

Delicious musky honey.

She rocks desperately.

Takes us deeper with each movement.

My cock throbs.

My knot swells.

"Please," she whimpers. "I need... I need more."

Thane's dark eyes meet mine over her shoulder.

We're both close.

So close.

"What do you need, little one?"

Thane's voice is strained.

Rougher than I've ever heard it.

Ivy glances back at me.

Then at Thane.

Her pupils are blown wide.

Only a thin ring of blue green visible.

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