Page 58 of Psycho Pack

I force my eyes up to meet his gaze with a low, agitated growl. His pale blue eyes are dark with hunger, clinical mask completely shattered. His usual perfect hair is a fucking mess. My cock throbs at the sight.

I did that.

I broke that iron control.

"Good boy," he breathes, and the praise hits me like a drug. "Now come for me. Show me how much you love taking my knot."

The words send me over the edge. My vision whites out as my orgasm tears through me, cock pulsing in my grip. Come splatters against the cave floor as I stroke myself through it, muffled groans vibrating around his knot.

His fingers dig into my scalp. "That's it," he purrs. "Give me everything."

I shudder through the aftershocks, my whole body trembling. His knot keeps throbbing against my tongue, filling my mouth and throat with more come until I feel like I'm going to get sick or fucking pass out or both. But I swallow it all, working my throat around him even though my body screams in protest.

My jaw aches like a motherfucker as Plague's knot pulses against my tongue, filling my mouth with another hot rush of come. I try to swallow it all down, but there's so fucking much. Some leaks past my stretched lips, dripping down my chin. My throat works desperately, muscles clenching as I try not to choke.

His fingers card through my hair, gentler than before. Almost tender. The contrast with his usual clinical detachment makes my spent cock twitch.

"So good," he murmurs, his voice raw and wrecked. Nothing like his usual precise tones. "Taking it so well."

I growl around his knot, the sound muffled and desperate. My jaw feels like it's on fire, stretched wider than I thought possible. The burn sends sparks of pleasure-pain through me that I don't want to fucking think about.

His hips jerk involuntarily, driving his cock deeper. I gag slightly, but force myself to relax my throat. His knot throbs in response, pumping another surge of come down my throat.

"Fuck," he hisses through clenched teeth. "Fuck. The way you just... the way your throat..."

For once, the smug bastard seems lost for words. I hum around him, satisfaction coursing through me at reducing him to incoherent curses.

His thighs tremble under my hands as another aftershock rocks through him. The knot stretches my jaw impossibly wider, making my eyes water. But I don't pull back. Can'tpull back. We're locked together until his knot goes down.

The thought sends an unexpected thrill through me.

"Stay still," he orders, but his voice shakes. "Let me..."

He rolls his hips carefully, testing. The movement makes his cock shift in my throat, his knot tugging at my stretched lips. I moan helplessly, my hands tightening on his thighs.

"Good boy," he breathes. "So perfect. So..."

His words trail off into a strangled groan as his knot pulses again. I swallow reflexively, working my throat around him. My jaw screams in protest but I ignore it, focusing on the broken sounds I'm pulling from him.

Time loses all meaning as we stay locked together, his knot slowly pumping load after load down my throat. My world narrows down to the stretch of my jaw, his hot come filling my mouth and throat, the taste of him on my tongue.

His fingers keep stroking through my hair, an oddly soothing gesture. Like he's praising me. Rewarding me.

The thought should piss me off.

Instead, it makes my cock stir with renewed interest.

What the fuck is wrong with me?

Finally, after what feels like hours, his knot starts to soften. He hisses through his teeth as it shrinks enough to slip free of my abused mouth. His cock follows, leaving me feeling strangely empty.

I collapse back against the cave wall, working my aching jaw. Come and spit drip down my chin. I should feel disgusted.

Instead, I feel...

Fuck.

I don't know what I feel.

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