Page 134 of Claimed By the Psychos

"You ready for this?" Bane asks, his voice already dropping into that rumble that makes my thighs clench.

"Ready?" I laugh, and it comes out slightly manic. "I've been ready since the second Felix's teeth left that impression. I'm so ready I might spontaneously combust if someone doesn't get inside me in the next thirty seconds."

"Should we eat first?" Archer asks, ever the considerate one. "You'll need energy for?—"

"No food." I'm already stalking toward him, my red nightgown—the exact color of blood, because I'm a fucking romantic—swishing around my thighs. "Only dicks."

I pounce.

Archer catches me easily, laughing as I wrap myself around him like a horny koala. "Alright," he chuckles, his hands finding my ass to support me. "I guess we're doing this now."

I grind into his touch with a groan, my pussy rubbing against those washboard abs. Slick bleeds through his shirt, and he's going to be soaked by the time I'm done with him.

"Pace yourself," Bane warns, but his eyes are tracking the way my nightgown rides up, exposing everything. "You've got four more marks to take this heat, hellcat."

"I want them two at a time," I announce, shifting lower to grind against Archer's very obvious erection. "I can't wait. I need—I need all of you.Now. Or stat. That's the medical term, right? And this is clinical fucking horniness we're talking about."

Elias frowns slightly, that doctor's concern creeping in. “Have you ever taken two knots at once before? Maybe you should?—”

"I know my body." I slide down Archer's front until my feet hit the floor, enjoying how dazed the alpha looks, making sure to drag against every inch of him. "And I know what I want. What I need."

He studies me for a moment, then his lips quirk in that smile that makes him look a little less professional and a lot more fuckable. "Well, if you're sure."

"Our hellcat knows what she wants," Carlisle says proudly, already loosening his tie with movements that are basically foreplay in themselves.

I practically dive into the nest, my scent perfuming the air so thick you could cut it with one of Carlisle's knives. Everythingsmells like want and need and mine mine mine. The shadows cluster in the corners, singing their approval.

Archer follows me in, his clothes disappearing rapidly until he's gloriously naked, all lean muscle and sun-kissed skin and that cock that makes my mouth water.

"Come here," I demand, pulling him down for a kiss of pure greed. He tastes like coffee and goodness, like everything safe in the world, and when I pull back, we're both panting.

"Let me take care of you first," he murmurs against my lips. "Let me make you come before we start with the marking. Get you ready."

I want to protest, want to demand everything right now, but then his mouth is on my neck, on my collarbone, working his way down with deliberate slowness that makes me want to scream.

"Patience," he whispers against my breast before taking my nipple into his mouth.

"Fuck patience," I gasp, but my hands are in his hair, holding him there as he lavishes attention on first one breast, then the other.

He works his way down my body like he's mapping it for future reference, pressing kisses to my ribs, my hip bones, that spot just above my pussy that makes me see stars. By the time his tongue finally, finally finds my clit, I'm shaking with need.

"That's it," Elias says from somewhere to my left, and when I turn my head, he's naked too, stroking his cock slowly as he watches. "Let him take care of you."

Carlisle's settled on my right, also naked, also touching himself, and the sight of them all watching, waiting, wanting, makes something inside me unravel.

Archer's tongue is magic, circling my clit with just enough pressure to drive me insane but not enough to tip me over. His fingers slide inside me, finding that spot that makes my wholebody arch, and when he curves them just right while sucking on my clit?—

"Fuck!" The orgasm hits like a hurricane, my whole body convulsing as pleasure whites out everything else. Archer works me through it, gentling his touch as I become oversensitive, until I'm pushing at his head weakly.

"Good girl," he murmurs, pressing a kiss to my inner thigh. "Now you're ready."

"The tattoo," Elias says, moving closer. "Roxy said alpha saliva helps with healing. We should?—"

"Yes," I interrupt, already pulling at the remaining clear film over my tattoo. It comes away easily, dissolving just like Roxy promised, revealing Felix's mark etched in black ink. "Please."

Elias leans in first, his tongue tracing the mark with reverent care. The sensation makes me shiver. Not quite pleasure, not quite pain, but something in between that makes my pussy clench. My fingers find my clit automatically, because self-control is not something I possess, apparently. Then Archer's there too, both of them licking my shoulder like they can't get enough, and fuck if that doesn't make me feel worshipped.

"Better?" Archer asks, pulling back to examine their work.