Page 189 of Psycho Alphas: Part Two
Finally—finally,she had settled, a daze taking over. Ace had slipped away for a quick shower to refresh.
It seemed now Rogue wasn’t claiming her bratty mouth, she’d clocked a missing Alpha—even if he was trying to be quick.
“You’re doing so good, Doll,” I told her, staring into her eyes, cloudy with lust as she looked from me to Rogue, who was tucking her hair behind her ear before running his hand down her waist. He’d just finished in her mouth, and she was already impatient that only one Alpha was using her body.
“Bunny?” She sounded worried for a second, scanning the room, but Ace was already stepping out of the bathroom, one towel around his waist, another rubbing through his hair.
She relaxed when she saw him, letting out another whine as I drew out and pressed back into her. Her back arched, nails digging into my arm as she panted.
Sweat beaded across her forehead as I drove into her hard, feeling her begin to shake, her heat making her more sensitive than usual.
But her blown pupils were fixed on the Alpha who’d just come back, a greedy look in her beautiful violet eyes.
“You look so good getting used like that, Omega,” he told her. I felt her clench over my length at his praise. “I’ll fuck that tight little throat right now if Knox will turn over.”
Her fist seized in my hair and I snorted, easily flipping us so she was on top of me. Then she was grappling with Ace’s waist towel as if it had personally wronged her—which I supposed it had.
Ace groaned as he pressed his length into her mouth, gripping her hair. “That’s my good, Omega.” He set a brutal pace, but her eyes were dazed and her body turned to jelly as the heat swept in.
“You’re going to take Rogue, too, Doll,” I said. “How many times can you take all three of us?”
She made a desperate noise as Ace began pummelling her throat. Her nails dug into my chest, and then I felt a weight on me as Rogue positioned himself behind her. Ace drew out of hermouth, letting her gasp for breath as he fisted the base of his cock.
My hand curled around her neck, holding her in place for him.
“Tell Rogue you want him, Doll.”
“Please!” Her whine was desperate. “Please, Alpha.”
Her breath caught briefly as Rogue pressed into her back entrance, and I could feel his girth as he took up more space than should be possible for her tiny frame.
I had to compete to fuck her like this, and she was as limp as a rag doll as I held her up and Ace pressed his shaft back down her throat. She was so beautiful, neck red with a fresh bite from me. The two older bonding marks were still visible in the light, and the rest of her body was scattered with fading bites Ace had left her—marks from our pack.
Her every nerve was misfiring like a live wire. The slick heat around my cock clamped down, her body spasming so tight I had to grit my teeth, while Rogue filled her ass.
Rogue set a pace around mine, slowly at first, but building. Thistle’s eyes rolled back in her head as the first orgasm swept in, making her shake and sink lower.
Her pussy stretched around my knot before locking in. I groaned, clutching her waist as I shuddered. Rogue’s now brutal pace rocked her tight body over me, drawing out my bliss.
Ace must have finished because she was sagging, curling over me with whines as she was left to Rogue’s mercy.
He planted his hand on the bed next to me, fist curling around her neck as he dragged her up against his chest, contrasting her tiny form against his huge torso as he pounded her into the bed.
Goddamn, that was beautiful.
She tensed again, pleasure vibrating through her as she finished once more, low moans escaping with every breath as Rogue unloaded into her.
By the time I managed to pull her down against my chest again, she was trembling, and her lips were swollen from Ace’s brutal use.
Her eyes were still shining with more demands.
FIFTY-TWO
ROGUE
Thistle’s heat was the most exhausting, thrilling, and hottest thing I’d ever done. It was nothing like the last time, when I was on my own and she’d been afraid.
It was the third day, and I thought we were managing quite well until Thistle decided regular heat wasn’t good enough.
