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And why… couldn’t she?

Nic was beneath her, arms around her and fingers plucking at her nipples as if she were his favorite instrument. Tate was an alpha, but he was an alpha who wore a bite guard.

Who looked for her comfort before his own, and even though it was just a little slip of fabric, they wanted her to feel safe and that meant more than she could ever say.

With that in the forefront of her mind, Wendy gave herself up to the pleasure. To Tate as he worked his cock inside her, each thrust rocking more pleasure through her. Each twist of Nic’s fingers sent small shocks to her core, coalescing with the aftershocks and the fullness of Tate pressing against her walls. She quivered around him, between their hands as they held her still, made her focus on nothing but the sensations in her body.

“Please,” she whined, no longer caring where her voice carried. “Knot me.”

Nic nipped her shoulder before his voice carried over her to the alpha. “Knot her, Tate.”

Wendy nodded, enthusiastically agreeing with Nic’s demand.

“Love that, don’t you?” Nic asked conversationally, fingers still rolling the tight buds of her nipples between thumb and forefinger. “Love the thought of his knot inside you? Plugging you up for the both of us?”

“Yes!” she cried, as Tate ground his knot against her. He was almost there, almost all the way inside her, and Wendy was so close, entire body tensing as her orgasm wound her up like a toy.

Alpha pulled back once more, and with the last swing of his hips, his knot slipped inside. It stretched her entrance before he ground his hips against her, filling her up impossibly more—and yet when the V shape of his pelvis hit the backs of her thighs, Wendy shattered around the knot within her with a shout.

Tate came at the same moment she began tremoring around him, walls clamping down, milking his cock as he spilled hot within her.

He kept moving, rolling his hips against her and dragging the knot into her sweet spot, making stars explode behind her eyelids and setting her off all over again.

Wendy slapped her hands down on top of Tate’s where they circled her waist. Digging her nails into his hands, she arched her hips up into him, chasing the pleasure he gave her. Nic cupped his palms around her breasts, the warmth from his hands soothing the sore peaks.

The pleasure slowly drained away, at the soothing hands of Nic and Tate.

When she blinked her gaze open yet again, Tate was just removing the bite guard, Nic visible over his shoulder.

“Hi,” he said.

Wendy lifted a hand and traced a finger over his cheek, where the guard had left a line in his skin.

“Hi,” she croaked. A soft smile curled his lips, and she couldn’t help but lean in and taste him again.

His lips were warm from the mask, and she hummed into his mouth as she parted her lips for him.

The kiss was slow and sweet and everything she needed right then. But it wasn’t until the three of them tried to fit in the shower that Tate’s knot finally deflated, and she slid down his body on shaky legs.

She blushed furiously as Nic opened his big mouth.

“I wanna help,” he said, grabbing a washcloth and wetting it under the spray.

She sputtered as Tate snapped his head around to the beta. “Absolutely not. I’m helping.”

“That’s not fair,” Nic countered. “You got to finger her earlier.”

“Guys!” she snapped, trying not to laugh. “I am a grown woman capable of handling these things myself. Out.”

“Nah-ah,” Tate argued, backing her into the shower wall. She gasped and stared up at him, heat threatening to swell within her once again as he palmed her hip.

The look in his eyes said he wasn’t leaving this shower without her.

“Fine,” she huffed, and let Tate part her thighs to gently wash between her legs.

She was so sensitive she couldn’t help the little pants that puffed from her lips when he dragged his fingertips down her folds, collecting their releases before washing it away.

By the end of it, she was no better off than when they’d started, but far too sensitive for another round. They could save the marathons for when her heat actually hit.