Page 81 of Psycho Pack

I pull back slightly, letting his cock slip from my mouth with an obscene pop. "You're doing so well," I praise him, my voice husky. "Such a good alpha for me."

I dive back down, taking him into my mouth again. This time I manage to swallow him to the edge of his knot, his cock hitting the back of my throat. Wraith lets out a sound I've never heard before, somewhere between a roar and a moan.

I focus on the heavy weight of his cock on my tongue. On the way his pulse races beneath my fingertips where they're wrapped around the base of his shaft beneath the swell of his knot. I bob my head faster, hollowing my cheeks as I suck him hard.

He's close. So close.

A strangled roar tears from Wraith's chest as his crown bumps the back of my throat again and I have to fight not to choke on the sheer thickness of his cock stuffing my mouth. His whole body goes rigid, every muscle locking up as he hovers on the edge.

My other hand grips his powerful thigh as I bob my head faster, taking him to the edge of my limits with each pass. Tears prick at the corners of my eyes from the strain, but I don't stop. Not until I feel like I might actually choke.

I pull back slightly, letting just the head rest on my tongue. My eyes lock onto his as I swirl my tongue around the sensitive crown. A shudder runs through his massive frame and his eyes roll back, his body sinking against the other alphas' grasps.

My hand wraps tighter around the base of his shaft, fingers only able to partially encircle his girth. I can feel his knot beginning to swell, hot and insistent against my palm. There's no way I can let him knot my mouth. Not without dislocating my jaw. But that doesn't mean I can't lick along the edge of his knot, drawing more strangled snarls from him.

I glance up from beneath my lashes to see his head is thrown back, baring the scarred column of his throat. Sweat glistens on his skin in the dim light, highlighting every scar and bulging vein. He looks like a wild god, barely contained in human form.

A movement in my peripheral vision catches my attention. I flick my eyes to the side without breaking my rhythm. Valek leans against the cave wall, his silver gaze locked on us. One hand grips Wraith's shoulder, but the other...

Heat floods my cheeks as I realize what I'm seeing. Valek's other hand is wrapped around his own cock, stroking in time with my movements. His usual smirk is gone, replaced by an expression of raw hunger that makes my core throb.

Good. That's the closest he'll be getting to any action after what he put us all through.

Valek's tongue darts out, wetting his lips as he watches me take Wraith deeper. "Beautiful," he purrs. "Such a good little omega, aren't you? Taking our feral beast so well…"

Wraith snarls at the sound of Valek's voice, his body tensing. I let go of Wraith's thigh just long enough to flip Valek off before grabbing it again, digging my nails in through the fabric of Wraith's pants to refocus him on me.

"That's it," Valek encourages, his own breathing growing ragged. "Show him what that pretty mouth can do."

As much as he pisses me off, I have to squeeze my thighs together to soothe the growing ache between my legs.

Focus.

I need to focus on Wraith.

I take him deeper, relaxing my throat as much as I can. Wraith's cock pulses against my tongue. He's so close. Ready to snap.

"Look at her," Valek murmurs. His hand moves faster on his own length. "I bet she'd let us all have a turn if we asked nicely."

Wraith roars, lunging toward Valek. Thane manages to hold him back, shooting Valek a warning glare. "Shut the fuck up before I let him tear your throat out," he growls.

Valek just laughs, the sound dark and hungry. "You can't tell me you're not thinking it too. Thinking about taking her at the same time."

Heat floods through me at his words. Images flash through my mind. Flashes of skin, tangled limbs, hungry snarls and my desperate cries. I try to push them away, but they linger at the edges of my consciousness.

I hollow my cheeks, sucking harder as my hand works his shaft faster. Wraith's hips buck up, driving his cock deeper. I cough again but don't pull back.

"Fuck," Whiskey grunts.

The most raw, primal roar yet tears from Wraith's throat. His cock pulses against my tongue as he plummets over the edge. Hot spurts of come flood my mouth, so much I can barely swallow it all.

But I don't stop. I keep sucking, working him through it. Wraith writhes beneath me, caught between ecstasy and overstimulation. I keep working, focusing on the way his massive frame trembles beneath me.

On the broken sounds spilling from him.

On the taste of him on my tongue.

Gradually, his movements slow. The tension bleeds from his muscles as the last aftershocks fade. I pull back carefully, letting his softening cock slip from my mouth. Salty come dribbles down my chin and I wipe it away with the back of my hand, glancing up to meet Wraith's gaze.