Page 63 of Psycho Pack

They already know I've been watching, anyway.

"Well?" Plague's voice carries an edge of amusement. "Are you just going to watch or are you going to join us?"

His hand starts moving on their cocks again, drawing a strangled moan from Whiskey. The larger alpha's face burns crimson, but his cock throbs visibly in Plague's grip.

"I... I should go..." My words come out breathless, unconvincing.

"Should you?" Plague's eyes gleam in the darkness. "That's not what your scent says."

He's right. The air is thick with the honeysuckle sweetness of my arousal, mingling with their muskier alpha scents. My legs shake as I rise to my feet and take a hesitant step closer.

"Fuck," Whiskey groans. "This is so fucked up..."

But his cock pulses in Plague's hand, precome beading at the tip.

"Is it?" Plague's voice stays maddeningly steady despite his own obvious arousal. "Your body seems to disagree."

I take another step closer. The heat building between my legs drowns out any rational thought. All I can focus on is the way Whiskey writhes beneath Plague's surgical precision, the way their slick cocks slide together.

"Come here," Plague commands softly.

My feet carry me forward before I can think better of it. Up close, the scent of their arousal is intoxicating. Whiskey won't meet my eyes, his face still flushed with humiliation, his strong chest heaving with each ragged breath.

"Show us what you were doing," Plague purrs.

My hand trembles as I lift the hem of Whiskey's borrowed shirt. Cool air hits my slick thighs, making me shiver. But the way their eyes darken at the sight sends liquid heat pooling between my legs.

"Beautiful," Plague breathes as my fingers find my core again. "Keep touching yourself. Show us how watching affected you."

A whimper escapes me as I slide my fingers back inside. My other hand pinches and rolls my nipple through the layers of their shirts, sending sparks of pleasure throughout my body. Being watched like this is making me nervous, but it also makes everything more intense.

"Look at her, Whiskey," Plague orders. His hand twists on their cocks, making the larger alpha groan. "See what you do to our omega?"

Whiskey's honey-brown eyes finally meet mine, darkening with a mixture of shame and raw hunger. The sight makes my core clench around my fingers.

"That's it," Plague murmurs in a tone that would be ominous coming from anyone else. Hell, it still is. "Show us everything."

I rock against my hand, matching the rhythm of Plague's strokes. Every broken growl that escapes Whiskey's lips sends electricity through my body. My legs shake as pleasure builds, threatening to overwhelm me.

"Fuck," Whiskey chokes out.

"What?" Plague's voice carries that edge that drives us both crazy. "Use your words."

But Whiskey just groans as Plague's clever fingers work them both over. His hips buck desperately, seeking more friction. The sight of him coming undone makes my core throb even more.

"She's close," Plague observes clinically, though his own voice shakes slightly. "Look how her pupils dilate. How her breath catches. The way her?—"

"Shut up," Whiskey and I say at the same time.

Plague smirks, but his hand moves faster on their cocks.

My fingers curl deeper inside me, finding that perfect spot that makes ecstasy spike through my core. I can barely stay on my feet as I watch them together, my knees trembling with each wave of heat crashing through me. The way Plague's hands stroke them both so expertly, how Whiskey writhes beneath him despite clearly trying to maintain some control...

It's almost too much.

Whiskey won't meet my eyes now, his face flushed with embarrassment. But his cock throbs visibly in Plague's grip, precome beading at the tip each time he steals a glance at me touching myself. He pants and growls as he fights against his building pleasure.

"Look how hard you're making him," Plague purrs, his voice rough with need. "He's trying so hard not to come just from watching you."

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