Page 214 of Psycho Pack

It's everything I imagined.

Hot and wet and so, so good.

"Fuck," Thane breathes, his voice tight. "You okay, little one?"

I can only nod in response to Thane's question, words failing me as Wraith's tongue begins to explore. The first tentativeswipe sends electricity arcing through my body. He's so careful, so gentle, clearly afraid of hurting me with those razor-sharp teeth. But as cautious as he is, I can feel the dangerous edge of them grazing my inner thighs as he works.

The contrast of danger and pleasure makes my head spin. I carefully move my hips against his hands, silently begging for more. Wraith takes the hint, growing bolder as he gains confidence. His massive hands grip my hips, holding me in place as he delves deeper.

Holy shit, his tongue islong. So much longer than I realized. He reaches places inside me I didn't even know existed, curling and twisting in ways that have me seeing stars. I bite my lip to stifle a moan, not wanting to startle him.

"Don't hold back," Thane murmurs, his voice rough with arousal. "Let us hear you, beautiful."

I meet his dark eyes, seeing the heat there, and something in me snaps. The next swipe of Wraith's tongue pulls a keening cry from my throat. He freezes for a moment, clearly startled, but when I dig my fingers into his choppy dark hair and pull him closer, he takes it as the encouragement it is.

His rumbling growl vibrates against my core, adding a whole new layer of sensation. I can feel the sharp points of his teeth pressing dangerously close to my most sensitive areas, but my nerves only heighten all my other senses.

The knowledge that one wrong move could cut my pussy, but trusting that he won't... it's everything I wanted and then some.

Wraith's tongue delves impossibly deep, curling in a way that has my toes curling too. I cry out again, louder this time, beyond caring who might hear.

"That's it," Thane encourages, his hand coming up to cup my face. "You're doing so well. So brave."

I turn my head, nuzzling into his palm. The fabric of his pants is tented obscenely, and the scent of his arousal is obvious overthe heady scent of my own. Without thinking, I reach for him, palming him through the expensive material.

Thane hisses, his hips jerking forward. "Fuck, Ivy..."

"Please," I whimper, my voice breathy and desperate. "I want to taste you."

For a moment, I think he might refuse. But then Wraith does something particularly clever with that wicked tongue of his, prodding it against my spot, and I arch off the bed with a cry. When I come back to myself, Thane is hurriedly unbuckling his belt.

I lick my lips in anticipation as he frees himself. He's huge, the head already glistening with precome. I reach for him eagerly, but he holds back, uncertainty flashing in his eyes.

"Are you sure?" he asks. "It's a lot to take..."

"Stop worrying," I growl. Before he can keep raising his concerns, I fumble his zipper down and grab his cock. The first taste of him on my tongue makes us both groan. He's salty, musky, perfect. I take him deeper, relishing the weight of him on my tongue, the stretch of my jaw.

Wraith chooses that moment to focus his attention on my clit, his long tongue swirling around it in persistent spirals, and I moan around Thane's cock. The vibrations in my throat must feel good because he curses under his breath, one hand coming down to tangle in my hair, more rough than he usually is.

"Fuck, just like that," he growls. "So good for us, little omega."

I preen under the praise, doubling my efforts. It's a challenge, coordinating my movements with the rock of my hips in Wraith's rough hands, but I'm determined. I want to make them feel as good as they're making me feel.

Wraith's tongue is relentless, lapping at me like a man dying of thirst. I can feel myself getting close, that familiar tension building low in my belly.

But it's not enough.

I need more.

I pull off Thane's cock with a wet pop, gasping for air. "Wraith," I pant. "Your teeth... use them. Carefully."

He pulls back, his brow furrowed as he stares at me.

Yep. He thinks I'm nuts.

"I trust you," I tell him. "Please."

Wraith searches my face for a moment longer, then nods. When he lowers his head again, those sharp teeth scrape against my inner thighs, leaving stinging lines in their wake as his tongue slides from my hole to my clit, pressing against the underside of the bud. A spike of frigid heat shoots up my spine and I quiver violently, my eyes rolling back into my head like I'm fucking possessed.

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