Page 213 of Psycho Pack

But I don't just accept his appearance. I'm genuinely attracted to it. To him. To everything about him that apparently terrifies everyone else.

He's a beast, but not in a bad way.

He's like a wild wolf, deadly and beautiful and absolutely perfect just as he is. The sharp angles of his exposed teeth gleam in the light from the sole lantern in the room, and my heart races not with fear, but with something else entirely.

"You're beautiful," I whisper, the words slipping out before I can stop them.

Wraith's blue eyes snap to mine, wide with disbelief. A low, wary rumble builds in his chest, the tone questioning and uncertain.

I reach for him again, and this time, he comes to me. His movements are careful, measured, like he's afraid of moving too fast and scaring me. When my hand touches his face, the rumble in his chest intensifies. His massive hand comes up to cup my face with impossible gentleness, those rough fingers barely ghosting over my skin. I lean into his touch, showing him with actions what my words might not fully convey.

I want this.

Wanthim.

His thumb traces my bottom lip, and I can't help but shiver at the contact. Even that small touch sends electricity through me. My body responds to him on an instinctive level.

I press a kiss to his palm, maintaining eye contact to show him I mean it. His sharp intake of breath makes my heart skip.Even now, after everything we've been through, he still seems amazed that I want to touch him. That I want to be close to him.

"You're not going to hurt me," I say softly, though I know that's what he's worried about. "And even if you did... it would besofucking worth it."

His eyes darken at my words, pupils dilating until there's just a thin ring of blue around the edges. The predator in him recognizes the willing prey before him.

Why is it turning me on that my suspicions were confirmed? My suspicions that hedidwant to eat me once?

Maybe I am crazy.

I pull Wraith down to me, no longer willing to wait. His massive frame cages me in, making me feel small but not trapped. Never trapped. Not with him.

"Trust me," I whisper against his scarred jaw. "Like I trust you."

The last of his hesitation melts away as he lets out a sound that vibrates through me. Half growl, half purr.

I feel Thane shift beside us, clearly not sure what to think of all this. But instead of breaking the moment, his presence only intensifies it. The air grows thick with tension and the earthy scent of alpha musk.

My alphas.

My protectors.

All mine.

Thane settles beside me, his dark eyes burning as Wraith moves between my legs, his movements careful and slow. My breath catches as he leans in, the collar of his suit jacket bunching up from the movement, his hands traveling down my body to my hips, those piercing blue eyes flicking up to meet mine.

Fuck, I love that suit on him.

"Wait," Thane says suddenly. Wraith freezes, looking up at him warily. "Maybe we should... ease into it. Start slow."

I bite back a frustrated growl. As much as I appreciate Thane's concern, I'm wound so tight I feel like I might snap at any moment. "It's okay," I assure them both. "I want this. I don't want it to feel safe."

Thane hesitates for just a moment longer before nodding. He shifts, positioning himself near my head. The sight of the bulge straining against his charcoal slacks makes my mouth water. He should wear a suit more often, too. It's perfect for him. Highlights his broad shoulders, his thick biceps, the hard lines of his torso cutting into his hips.

Wraith's breath is hot against my inner thigh as he settles between my legs. My heart pounds, but I force myself to relax, to trust him. The trust is half the fun. His hands are impossibly gentle as they slide up my legs, pushing the fabric of my dress higher.

I try to steady my breathing as I watch him hesitate, his jaws parting slightly like he's still not sure if this is a good idea.

And it probably isn't.

But when his tongue slides out between his sharp teeth and he disappears between my legs, the tip of his tongue brushing over my clit, it takes everything in me to not come undone immediately. I'm already so wet for these alphas that as Wraith's tongue lifts away from my clit, my slick drips from it and lands on my throbbing bud, making me arch off the cot with a strangled gasp.

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