Page 238 of Psycho Pack

"Eight," she says flatly. She shifts between Wraith and me, wincing as she clenches around our knots again. A soft gasp escapes her lips, but her eyes are still hard as steel as she glares at Valek. "You're choosing an interesting way to spend those minutes too," she mutters, still wincing. "Standing there running your mouth instead of getting a head start."

To my shock and growing irritation, Valek's lips curve into a sly smile. Without warning, he sinks to the floor, crossing his legs and settling in like he's preparing for a goddamn picnic.

"What the fuck do you think you're doing?" I snarl, instinctively tightening my grip on Ivy's hips. She whimpers softly as I accidentally push her harder down onto my knot, the sound sending a jolt of heat through me despite the situation.

Valek's grin widens. "Just enjoying my last eight minutes on earth," he says casually, as if discussing the weather. "Might as well make them count, yes?"

Wraith lets out a low, frustrated growl that vibrates through all three of us. I feel it in my bones, in my still-swollen knot. Valek's eyes darken at the sound, and I smell the spike in his arousal, his metallic, stony scent sharpening.

The bastard is getting off on this.

"If you manage not to touch yourself," Ivy says suddenly, her voice low and dangerous, "maybeI'll have mercy on you."

I stare at her. "You can't be serious."

Valek's eyebrows shoot up. "Is that a challenge, little omega?"

"It's a promise," she replies coldly. "And your only chance of walking out of here in one piece." She glances at me with a knowing smirk. "Don't worry. He can't help himself."

I want to believe her, but I don't miss the heat in her gaze.

Is this just her way of testing him in the most fucked up way possible? They've always had a weird relationship. It's predator and prey, just not in the way I expected.

The worst part is, if he does manage to hold off, there's nothing I can do to him. Not without betraying Ivy. I thought I finally had a chance to put things right and put this fucker in the ground, but now, I'm starting to realize there's a chance he's going to get off the hook for all the bullshit he's put us through.

The bullshit he's put Ivy through, primarily.

Guess that means he's hers to forgive.

Fuck, I hate this.

"Very well," Valek says casually. "I accept your terms."

Before I can process what's happening, Ivy starts to move. She grinds down on us, her body undulating between Wraith and me in a slow, sensual rhythm. A strangled groan escapes me before I can stop it.

"Ivy," I grit out, torn between pleasure and the very real threat still sitting just a few feet away. "What are you doing?"

She turns her head, meeting my gaze over her shoulder. The fire in her eyes takes my breath away. "Teaching him a lesson," she whispers, her breath hot against my ear. "And enjoying my alphas."

Her words send a fresh surge of heat through me. I catch Wraith's eye over her shoulder, seeing my own mix of arousal and confusion mirrored in his intense blue gaze.

Ivy rolls her hips again, and this time, I can't hold back the low growl that rumbles through my chest. Her inner walls flutter around my knot, squeezing in a maddening rhythm. I'm still painfully sensitive, and the renewed stimulation is almost too much to bear.

"Fuck," I hiss, my hands tightening on her hips. I should stop this. Should put an end to whatever game she's playing with Valek. But my body betrays me, responding to her every movement with embarrassing eagerness.

Wraith lets out his strangled version of a purring growl, his massive frame trembling with the effort of holding still. I watch as Ivy reaches back, tangling her fingers in his dark hair and pulling him close. She nuzzles into his scarred jaw, her lips brushing against his sharp teeth in a way that makes my heart race.

Especially when I catch sight of the blood beading on them.

"It's okay," she murmurs to him. "Let go. Show him what he can't have."

With another guttural roar, he surges forward, burying his face in the crook of Ivy's neck. I can't see exactly what he's doing, but judging from the way Ivy's back arches and the breathless cry that escapes her lips, it must be something incredible.

I'm torn between watching them and keeping an eye on Valek. The silver-haired alpha hasn't moved from his spot on the floor, but his breathing has grown ragged. His pupils are blown wide, leaving only a thin ring of silver around the edges. His hands are clenched at his sides, knuckles white with the effort of not touching himself.

Good. Let him suffer.

Ivy's movements grow more insistent, her body writhing between us in a sinuous dance that threatens to unravel what's left of my self-control. I feel my knot pulsing, caught in the vice-like grip of her body.

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