Page 65 of Psycho Pack

PLAGUE

Ican't tear my eyes away from Ivy as she stands there, flushed and trembling, her fingers still glistening with her own arousal. The sight of her touching herself while watching us has my spent cock twitching with renewed interest. But more than that, it stirs something deeper.

She deserves better than me.

Better than any of us.

Yet here she is, watching us with those ocean eyes dark with hunger. My failures replay in my mind. How I couldn't protect her, couldn't save her from what she endured. The guilt claws at my chest even now.

I want to claim her.

To mark her as ours.

To show her exactly what two alphas can do to please their omega. To prove I can be worthy of her trust. But I need to be careful. Calculated.

Clinical detachment is my shield, my way of maintaining control when everything threatens to spiral into chaos. This isn't just about physical pleasure. It's about control. About pushing boundaries and seeing how far we can go.

About proving to myself that even if I failed to protect her, I can at least please her.

"Come here, little one," I purr, holding out my hand to her. She hesitates for just a moment before stepping closer, her bare feet silent on the cold stone. I can smell her arousal, sweet and intoxicating. It takes every ounce of self-control not to bury my face between her thighs right then and there.

Instead, I guide her to stand over Whiskey's prone form. He stares up at her with a mixture of awe and lingering embarrassment, his cock already stirring despite having just come.

Alphas and their recovery time.

So predictable.

"Why don't you have a seat?" I suggest, nodding toward Whiskey's face. "I'm sure our friend here would love a closer view, and it'll help him hold still."

Whiskey's eyes widen. "Wait, what?—"

I silence him with a sharp look. "Quiet."

To my delight, Ivy doesn't hesitate. She straddles Whiskey's broad chest, then slowly lowers herself onto his face. The soft moan that escapes her as his tongue makes contact with her core makes me shiver.

"There we go," I murmur, running my hand along her trembling spine. "Nice and still now. We wouldn't want him getting any ideas about moving, would we?"

Ivy shakes her head, her eyes fluttering closed as Whiskey's muffled groans vibrate against her. He's clearly distressed about what I mean by holding him still, but his big hands still come up to clutch her hips, pulling her down onto his face. Ivy gasps and arches her back as Whiskey lavishes attention on her pussy.

"Good boy," I praise him. "You're learning."

I turn my attention back to Ivy, drinking in the sight of her. She's so beautiful like this, lost in ecstasy, her inhibitionsstripped away. I want to see how far I can push her. How much she's willing to explore.

"Now then," I say, keeping my voice clinical and detached despite the spike of fresh arousal coursing through me. "I think it's time for a little experiment. You've been so curious about alpha cocks, but have you explored one freely for as long as you'd like?"

She shakes her head, her gaze filled with curiosity.

I gesture to Whiskey's rapidly hardening length before settling behind Ivy and gripping his wrists. "Go on. Touch it. Do whatever you like to it. Anything," I encourage her. "Consider it a hands-on anatomy lesson."

Whiskey tugs against my hands and growls a little. "Anything?" he echoes, his voice muffled by her pussy.

"But first," I say, ignoring him, "could you sit back so he doesn't talk?"

My hands tighten around Whiskey's wrists as Ivy settles back onto his face, cutting off whatever smartass comment he was about to make. His muffled groan vibrates against her core, making her gasp and arch. The sight sends fresh arousal coursing through me despite having just come.

"Good girl," I murmur, keeping my voice clinical and detached even as my cock twitches with renewed interest. "Now he can focus on making himself useful."

Ivy trembles as Whiskey's tongue works between her folds, her thighs clenching around his head. His hands strain against my grip but I hold firm, keeping him pinned. The frustrated growl that rumbles in his chest just makes Ivy moan louder.

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