Page 114 of All Packed Up

He had put space between them, now kneeling between Nic’s feet as he stared at her, concern dipping his brows.

Wendy had only known these men a handful of days. And maybe a part of her was still wary, still expecting the other shoe to drop. But another part of her trusted them, more so than she’d ever trusted the alphas she’d spent the last four years with.

Was it stupid to trust complete strangers so quickly? Maybe. But Wendy had to start trusting herself too. And right then… she trusted them in this moment.

“Yeah,” she admitted.

Nic’s fingers tightened around hers, and a little flutter of excitement tickled her chest. He liked her answer.

“Then let us take care of you,” Tate said, voice low and soft and so smooth she wanted to wrap herself up in it.

“Okay,” she agreed, half swaying toward the blond alpha.

Nic’s grip held her in place, but Tate smiled in the hottest way before he crawled back over her. “Still in the mood for something sweet?” he asked.

Wendy nodded slowly, warmth building inside her again at just the look in his eyes.

“Can I trust you to stop either of us if you get nervous? Or feel anything off?”

Her cheeks flushed. She hated this conversation as much as she loved that they were having it.

“Yeah. I promise.”

These men were nothing like the Sterling Pack. And she was seeing it more and more every moment she spent with them.

Tate wrapped slim fingers around the pint of ice cream and brought it close. She watched, heart starting to race, as he scooped out a small amount and slowly dragged it to her skin. Along the way, a drip landed on the sheets, and she gasped.

Creamy drops beaded from the spoon, and as each drip splattered onto her skin, she shivered in a new wave of goosebumps until her nipples were diamond hard yet again and her core was throbbing.

Nic kept up with the infuriating slow circles of his thumbs on her lower back. But when he felt the slide of the cream against her stomach, he slid his hands into it and spread it in a mess.

She dropped her head back to his shoulder and let Tate make her messy.

Playing with food was a first for her.

After so many years with a pack, with alphas, she would have thought she’d experienced everything.

But maybe heats weren’t supposed to be color coded charts and timed visits and just… waiting for the next alpha.

“Ah!” she gasped, lifting her head up as Tate dragged the spoon down her inner thigh.

Pale melted lines of cream dripped down her skin, over her breasts, and down her stomach and now to her thighs. Some of it pooled in the crease of her hip and thigh from sitting, and Tate leaned in and licked her clean without hesitation.

Nic held her still, hands holding her down when she jumped at the contrast of the alpha’s warm tongue and the ice cream.

“Want a taste?” the alpha asked, blue eyes turned up.

But his gaze wasn’t focused on her, and the warmth stirred hotter as she felt the movement of Nic’s nod.

Tate sat up and crowded close again, the heat of their bodies sandwiching her, but instead of reaching for the spoon and offering Nic a taste that way, the alpha leaned over her shoulder and—

The smack of their lips meeting was undeniable in their proximity, and Wendy whined. She wanted a kiss.

Color rushed to her cheeks in embarrassment, and she swallowed the sound.

Nic’s fingers tightened around her waist, so she couldn’t exactly spin in his lap to watch them. Tate came back into her vision only seconds later, a smug grin curling half his lips.

“Did you want a taste too?” Tate asked.