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Then Nic was pulling out of her once more, and Tate took his place at her core before he shuffled closer, wrapped his hands around her ankles.

“Oh f-fuck,” she whimpered as Tate thrust in harshly.

It crushed her into the beta beneath, but he didn’t seem to care, only tilting her until—

Wendy jerked as they angled her just right, head going limp on her shoulders as Tate speared her sweet spot.

But just as the pleasure threatened to pull her under, Tate slid out of her.

“I was—ah!” Her complaint trailed off into a choked out moan, hips grinding down into Nic as he took his place.

Her eyes tried to shutter closed under the pleasure, but Wendy forced them open, entranced by the way they kept trading places. By the shine on Tate’s cock as he rubbed it against her folds, the head catching along her clit and somehow sending another jolt of pleasure through her.

This beta and alpha were going to ruin her. They traded back and forth until Wendy lost track of who was where. Until all she knew was pleasure, standing right on the edge of that precipice but unable to let herself fall off.

“Nic,” she whined, arching into him and letting her head rest between his pecs. “Come on,” she begged, trying to gain the leverage to wiggle her hips against him.

He groaned, voice filling the room in a low timbre, his pace stuttering, cock pumping in and out of her.

Tate nudged his length along her lips, his knot starting to swell at the base. Wendy wanted it, but she wanted Nic too. She wanted him to come with her and—

“You feel so good,” she panted, the orgasm swelling within her, and she was so close. “Right th—Nic!”

Her orgasm burst within her, body tensing as Nic slammed inside once, twice, and a last time before his cock began to pulse in the beginnings of his release. He stirred his hips against her as she clenched around him, the tension releasing in a rubber-band-like snap. Wave after wave of pleasure rocked against her as he filled her.

Nic’s chest was rising and falling beneath hers as he mouthed kisses over the expanse of her shoulders. “Holy shit, Wendy—”

“Nic, that was so good,” she breathed, boneless.

Tate shifted above her, a small huff sounding from the alpha.

He sounded like a puppy who didn’t want to be forgotten.

“As if I’d forget about you,” she said.

Those bright blues pierced her, and Wendy found herself reaching toward him.

Nic slid out of her for the final time, and she hummed at the emptiness, knowing Tate was just waiting for his signal.

“Sho hompt,” he groaned, and Wendy would have laughed at the mumbled translation, but her mind blanked as Tate brushed his fingertips over her core, over the wetness beginning to drip from her entrance. She gasped, still quivering with aftershocks, and bit her lip as he pushed his fingers inside.

“You know, there’s a better way for you to keep that inside me,” she panted, cheeks and chest flaming at the filthiness of it.

Tate’s gaze darkened at her words, slid his fingers from her, and wrapped his hand around his cock, spreading her and Nic’s releases over himself.

“Jesus, dude,” Nic huffed from beneath her.

A smirk formed beneath the bite guard as Wendy echoed the sentiment, but the difference between them was in the way Wendy’s trailed off into a high-pitched, muffled groan. Tate nudged his cock at her entrance before pressing in at a slow, even pace. The slide was wet, slick, and so fucking delightful. His knot tapped her entrance, and she jerked against him, atop Nic.

Tate was literally fucking her with Nic still beneath her. He would feel every thrust and—

Nic’s hands drifted to her chest, palming her breasts and holding her tight to his chest. He kept her still as Tate framed her hips and tilted her just so his cock would brush her sweet spot on every pass.

Every thrust was echoed by a breathy pant, and Wendy couldn’t take her eyes off Tate, abs clenching and releasing with each swing of his hips. The mask puffed out with every breath and his fingers tightened against her sides.

He plunged into her over and over again, the wet slap of their bodies even louder as Nic’s cum leaked out around the alpha’s cock, pronouncing every smack.

Wendy let her head fall back again, but a muffled word from Tate made her look up again. His blue eyes were zeroed in on her, and she felt like she could drown in them if she let herself.