Page 85 of Claimed By the Psychos

And then Felix is kissing me again, deep and possessive, reminding me that no matter who else is here, he's first. He's always been first.

His hands know exactly where to touch, how to make me arch and gasp. My clothes disappear. I don't remember taking them off, but suddenly I'm naked in my nest, surrounded by the scents of five people who are mine in ways I'm only beginning to understand.

"Show them," I gasp against Felix's mouth. "Show them what I like."

He grins, sharp and dangerous. "Gladly."

Carlisle and Archer enter the nest carefully, like they're approaching something sacred and dangerous in equal measure.

"You can touch her," Felix says, his tone making it clear this is permission with boundaries. "Not me. I'll show you what she needs."

His fingers find my clit with practiced ease, circling with just enough pressure to make me see stars. "She likes it when you'rerough," he explains, his voice clinical despite the heat in his eyes. "But only after she's warmed up. Start gentle, build to it."

Carlisle's hand replaces Felix's, and the difference is immediate. His fingers are longer, his touch carrying that edge of danger that makes everything more intense. "Like this?"

"Fuck," is all I manage, my hips bucking against his hand.

"She's direct," Felix continues, his own hands moving to my breasts. "She'll tell you what she wants if you listen."

"More," I demand, because he's right. "Harder."

Carlisle obliges, adding another finger, and the stretch makes me keen. But it's not enough. The heat demands more, demands everything, demands?—

"Knot," I gasp. "Need?—"

Archer's hands join Carlisle's, and having both of them touching me while Felix watches with those intense silver eyes is almost too much. Archer's touch is gentle where Carlisle's is demanding, the contrast making my nerves sing.

"She likes being dominated," Felix says to Carlisle, recognizing a kindred spirit. "But Archer—" He looks at the other alpha with something like amusement. "She'll eat you alive if you let her."

As if to prove his point, I grab Archer's hair and pull him down for a kiss that's all teeth and demand. He makes a surprised sound but doesn't resist, letting me control the pace, the pressure, everything.

Carlisle laughs, the sound dark and approving. "Magnificent."

His fingers are still working me, driving me higher, but it's not enough. The heat has turned into an inferno, and I need?—

"Please," I beg, not even sure who I'm asking. "Someone?—"

"I've got you," Carlisle murmurs, and then he's positioning himself between my thighs, the head of his cock pressing against my entrance. "Is this what you need?"

"Yes, fuck, please?—"

He slides in with one smooth thrust, and the relief is immediate. This is what my body's been screaming for, this fullness, this connection. He's even bigger than I expected, stretching me in ways that border on too much but never quite cross the line. And oh—fuck, he's pierced.

Right behind the crown.

"Fuuuucckk," I groan, my head lolling back against the pillow.

"You like that, hellcat?" Carlisle purrs, angling so I feel the smooth bud of his piercing against my spot.

"Move," I demand, nails digging into his shoulders hard enough to draw blood.

He does, setting a rhythm that's just shy of brutal, exactly what I need. Each thrust drives me higher, closer to the edge but never quite over.

Felix moves behind me, pulling me partially into his lap so Carlisle can go deeper. "You're doing so well," he murmurs in my ear. "Taking him so perfectly."

His cock presses against my lips from the side and I open eagerly, needing to taste him, to have him in every way possible. He slides in carefully, letting me control the depth, the pace.

Having them both inside me, Felix's familiar taste mixing with Carlisle's wild energy, is almost too much. Archer's hands are everywhere, touching, teasing, adding sensation on top of sensation until I can't tell where one ends and another begins.