Page 72 of Psycho Pack

But we're still not done. And I can tell from the hungry way she looks at me from under her lashes as she glances back over her shoulder that she isn't done, either.

"What do you think?" I murmur, my breath tickling her ear. "Do you think you can take our knots?"

She shakes her head weakly. "Not… not there," she whispers breathlessly. "But maybe…"

"Maybe what?" I press, stroking her full belly. She squirms against my hands, panting, arching into my touch as aftershocks rock through her again, making her shiver on our cocks. "Are you asking us to knot you in both holes?"

A shaky nod. My cock twitches inside her at the admission.

"Good girl," I praise. "So eager to please us."

Whiskey's eyes go wide as he processes her words. "Holy shit," he breathes. "Are we really gonna...?"

I nod, already planning the logistics in my head. "We'll need to be careful. Strategic. Your cock is very slightly shorter, but thicker than mine, and if you're on top, she'll be crushed beneath us," I explain. "It makes the most sense for you to stay in her pussy while I take her ass."

Whiskey swallows hard, his Adam's apple bobbing. He rakes a hand through his chestnut hair. "Fuck. Okay. Yeah."

I turn my attention back to Ivy, stroking her sides soothingly. "Are you sure about this, little one? It's going to hurt. And not just a little bit."

She nods again, more firmly this time. "I want it," she whispers. "Please."

The naked need in her voice makes my cock throb. "You certainly don't need to say please," I say hoarsely, leaning in to press a gentle kiss to her temple. "We'll go slow. I'll get you ready first."

With utmost care, I begin to ease myself out of her pussy. She whimpers at the loss, her inner walls clenching around our cocks as if trying to keep me inside. There's a slick, wet pop when I fully withdraw myself, and the cool air from the surrounding cave stings against my throbbing cock. It aches where I ground against Whiskey's shaft, but none of that matters.

Not when she's about to go through something much more intense.

I guide her forward until she's laying on Whiskey's padded belly and broad chest, her trembling legs—sticky with come—straddling his muscular thighs.

"Hold her still," I instruct Whiskey. "We don't want her thrashing and hurting herself."

Whiskey grunts in acknowledgment and his massive arms wrap around Ivy's smaller frame, pinning her in place. She squirms and adjusts her position, wincing as her stomach presses against Whiskey's. She must be so full, so sore from our cocks thrusting at once inside her. The sight of her, so tiny against his bulk—like a doll in the arms of a giant beast—sends another surge of heat through me.

I position myself behind her, drinking in the view. Her ass is pert and round, perfectly framed by Whiskey's thighs. His cock is still buried to the hilt inside her, stretching her pussy wide. Her folds glisten with our combined release where she's joined to the other alpha.

"So perfect," I murmur, trailing my fingers along the curve of her ass. She shivers and squirms at my touch, at least as much as she can, a soft whimper escaping her.

I dip my fingers into the edge of the well of her pussy, coating them in the slick mixture of our come and her arousal. Then my fingers begin to circle Ivy's puckered entrance, spreading our mingled fluid like lubricant. She tenses at first, a soft whimper escaping her lips. I can feel the tight ring of muscle fluttering beneath my touch, virgin and untried.

"Relax," I murmur, keeping my voice low and soothing. "It will hurt, but I'll be gentle. Just breathe, and if it's too much, say no."

"I won't say no," she mumbles into Whiskey's chest, still so proud despite her precarious position. His cock is still buried deep inside her pussy, twitching with each brush of my fingers against her other entrance. She must be clenching around him.

I continue my ministrations, tracing and rubbing slow circles around her rim. Gradually, I feel some of the tension leave her body. Her breathing steadies, falling into a rhythm with my movements.

Good.

The more relaxed she is, the easier this will be.

"That's it," I encourage, letting a hint of praise creep into my voice. I know how it affects her. "You're doing so well."

A shiver runs through her at my words, her hole twitching.

When I feel she's ready, I increase the pressure slightly. The pad of my index finger presses more firmly against her entrance, not quite breaching, but letting her feel the possibility of it.

She gasps, her hips jerking in Whiskey's grasp.

"Stay still," I command, my other hand coming to rest on the small of her back. "Let me work."

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