Page 80 of Psycho Pack

Gradually, his ragged breathing slows, falling into rhythm with the steady stroking of my hands. I can still feel the rage simmering beneath the surface, but it's no longer threatening to consume him.

"There you are," I murmur, pressing a soft kiss to his forehead.

A soft growl builds in his throat, barely audible over the sound of his harsh breathing. But it's there. The first hint of recognition breaking through the haze of fury.

I continue my gentle exploration, letting my hands drift lower. Over the ridges of his abs and down to the sharp cut of hishipbones. He's already half-hard from the lingering adrenaline and my thigh pressing against the bulge in his pants.

When my fingers brush the waistband of his pants, he goes utterly still. Even his breathing seems to stop as he waits to see what I'll do next. I pause there.

"Can I...?" I ask softly.

He just watches me with those intense blue eyes.

Slowly, so slowly, I let my hand drift lower. He twitches when I brush against his length through the fabric, a sharp growling gasp escaping him as he trembles beneath my touch, his breath coming in short, sharp pants. His hips cant upward slightly, seeking more contact.

I wrap my hand around him through his pants. He's so huge, straining against the confines of the fabric. A low rumble builds in his chest as I start to stroke him. Not quite a growl, but not quite a purr either. Something in between that vibrates through my whole body where we're pressed together.

"That's it," I encourage softly. "Let me take care of you."

His hips buck up into my touch, seeking more friction. I feel him getting harder by the second, throbbing beneath my palm through the thin fabric of his pants. His breathing grows more ragged.

I lean in, pressing soft kisses along his jaw. Over the scars that mar his cheeks. Up to the shell of his ear. He's trying so hard to stay in control, to not hurt me.

I have to show him it's okay.

That I'm not afraid.

With trembling fingers, I tug at his waistband. Wraith's growls intensify, the sound reverberating through the cave. But I don't flinch away. I can tell the difference between his rage and his hunger. Instead, I press closer, nuzzling against his neck as I ease the fabric down.

"Shh," I murmur against his skin.

His cock springs free, already hard and leaking. I wrap my hand around him, marveling at how hot he feels against my palm. How impossibly big.

I start stroking him slowly, carefully. His breath comes in harsh pants, chest heaving beneath me. The tension coiled in every muscle is clear. So is the way he fights against his instincts to lash out against the alphas holding him back. One wrong move and anything could happen.

"What are you doing?" Thane growls warily.

Wraith lets loose another snarl at the sound of Thane's voice and whips toward him, sharp teeth glinting like daggers in the dim light.

I need to distract him before he lashes out again.

Without hesitation, I slide down his body, positioning myself between his muscular thighs. His growls rumble through me as I wrap my hand around the base of his cock. I lean in and run my tongue along his length, tracing the prominent veins. The taste of him explodes across my tongue, musky and primal.

I glance up to see Thane and Valek struggling to hold Wraith's arms. Plague hovers nearby, another syringe at the ready. But Wraith's burning blue eyes are locked on me now as I take the head of his cock into my mouth.

The stretch is intense. He's so big, my jaw already aches as I try to accommodate his girth. But I'm determined to keep him distracted. To bring him back to himself. I hollow my cheeks and suck hard, drawing a choked snarl from deep in his chest.

"That's it," Plague murmurs from somewhere above me. "Keep him focused."

Wraith's growl takes on a more aggressive edge again.

I shoot Plague a look and he shuts up.

I try to ignore the others, concentrating solely on Wraith. On the way his muscles quiver beneath my touch. On the salty taste of precome on my tongue. I work my way down his shaft inch byagonizing inch, relaxing my throat to take him deeper as I grip his thighs for purchase.

Wraith strains against Thane and Valek's hold, his hips jerking up. For a moment I'm afraid his cock will choke me, but then Whiskey's there, his huge hands pinning Wraith's hips to the ground.

Wraith snarls furiously at Whiskey, but it cuts off into a strangled groan as I swallow around him. His cock pulses against my tongue as I bob my head, taking him a little deeper with each pass. Saliva pools in my mouth, dripping down my chin as I struggle to accommodate his size.

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