Page 69 of Psycho Pack

Ivy's fingers scrabble against Whiskey's chest before grabbing at my thighs, her body trembling between us. Whiskey shakes beneath her, his jaw clenched tight as he fights for control. I can see the strain in every line of his body, the way his muscles cord with the effort of holding still.

"That's it," I murmur, pressing soft kisses along Ivy's neck. "You're taking us so well."

When I'm finally halfway seated inside her alongside Whiskey, we all freeze. The sensation is overwhelming. Tight, hot, perfect. Ivy's inner walls flutter around us, adjusting to the stretch. I can feel Whiskey's cock pulsing against mine, his knot throbbing and hot.

"Move," Ivy gasps after a long moment. "Please."

I roll my hips experimentally, drawing a chorus of moans and growls from all three of us. The friction is exquisite, unlike anything I've ever felt before. Whiskey bucks up slightly, his self-control finally snapping.

"Easy," I growl at him. "Let her set the pace."

He snarls in frustration but stills his hips. Ivy starts to move, lifting herself up slightly before sinking back down. The drag ofher tight heat along our cocks sends delicious sparks shooting through me. I grip her hips, guiding her movements.

"Good girl," I praise her. "Just like that."

As Ivy finds her rhythm, bouncing between us with increasing confidence, I lose myself in the sensations. The slick slide of her around us, the way her body trembles with each thrust, the soft cries and whimpers falling from her lips.

It's nothing short of intoxicating.

Whiskey's hands come up to grip Ivy's thighs, his fingers digging into her milky skin. I can see the battle for control raging in his eyes, the way he fights against his instincts to thrust up hard and fast. But he follows my lead, letting Ivy dictate the pace.

"Look at you," I murmur in Ivy's ear, my voice rough with need. "Taking both of us so perfectly. Such a good girl."

She moans in response, her head falling back against my shoulder. I take the opportunity to trail kisses along her exposed neck, tasting the salt of her sweat on my tongue. My hands roam over her body, mapping every curve and plane.

I ease deeper into Ivy's tight heat, relishing in the feeling of Whiskey's thick shaft pulsing against mine as I slowly push forward.

The sensation is exquisite torture.

Her slick inner walls clenching around us both, squeezing us together…

I grit my teeth, fighting for control as I sink in inch by agonizing inch.

"That's it," I murmur against Ivy's ear, but it comes out more as a growl. "You're taking us so well. Such a good girl."

She whimpers, her body trembling and shaking violently between us as I bottom out. My knot crushes against Whiskey's, the friction sending sparks shooting up my spine.

Ivy cries out, her back arching at a sharp angle as she's stretched to her limit, her head slamming back against my shoulder. I wrap my arms tightly around her, pinning her in place against my chest so she doesn't hurt herself. She quakes in my arms, clawing at me, panting, whimpering, one of her breasts bouncing loose from the borrowed shirts. Her silky breast and pebbled nipple rub deliciously against my forearm.

"Fuck," Whiskey groans beneath us, his strong chest heaving. Crimson scratches, some of them bleeding slightly, mark his torso everywhere Ivy's been able to reach. "So… so fucking tight."

I can feel every twitch and pulse of his cock against mine. The heat and pressure is almost unbearable. I have to pause, panting against Ivy's neck as I struggle to maintain my composure. If I'm not careful—ifwe'renot careful—we're going to tear her apart.

My hand slides down her flat stomach, my fingers dancing over the bulge where our cocks are stretching her so fully. I trace the outline with my fingers, marveling at how much she's taking, and when I realize I can feel my hand through her trembling flesh, I can't resist the urge to press in gently.

A strangled cry escapes Ivy's lips as my fingers press against her lower abdomen, tracing the outline of our cocks stretching her impossibly wide. My other hand flies up to cover her mouth, muffling her cries before she attracts any unwanted attention from the other alphas in the cave.

The sensation is intoxicating. Feeling the heat of her skin, the slight give as I apply pressure, the way I can actually feel the ridges and veins of our shafts through her flesh.

"Fascinating," I murmur, my clinical tone belied by the roughness in my voice. "Can you feel this, little one?"

"Oh god," she whimpers against my palm, her nails digging into my thigh. "I can... I can feel you touching yourselves through me..."

I stroke firmly along the visible bulge, marveling at how clearly I can make out our shapes. Ivy writhes between us, her inner walls clenching rhythmically around our cocks. The added pressure is exquisite.

Beneath us, Whiskey lets out a guttural groan. His hips buck upwards involuntarily, driving us both deeper. "Fuck... what are you doing to us?"

I smirk, though neither of them can see it. "Merely conducting an experiment on internal pressure and tactile sensation." My fingers dance lower, pressing more firmly.

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