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Griffith lowered his head and sighed. “That’s not what I meant. I just mean, what do you want? Wendy wants the alphas, she wants you. What do you want?”

Nic didn’t even know. He wished they didn’t have alphas chasing after them. He wished he had met Wendy organically, that they could go on dates and get to know one another without running away to his ex’s house in bumfuck nowhere.

But if Nic was totally honest… at that moment, Griffith’s touch felt so good. It had been so long, and his kisses tasted so different. Why was that?

“I want Wendy,” Nic whispered, staring up at the alpha.

Griffith’s face fell, and Nic reached out to grab his forearm before he could pull away. “But I want you too. I want both of you. Is that bad?”

Shaking his head, Griffith moved close again, planting his palms on either side of Nic’s hips, the bed of the truck probably cold. The alpha showed no reaction though, except to lean closer to Nic.

“Good,” he whispered, breath warm against Nic’s cheek. “Because I want you too.”

As Nic kissed Griffith back, met him in the middle, dueled their tongues in the cold of the night, the same mantra repeated in Nic’s head.

It’s just while I’m here. It’s just while I’m here.

Griffith slid his hands down Nic’s front, had the audacity to make him feel small beneath his palms. Nic humped his hips into the alpha’s touch as Grif didn’t stop, shamelessly shoved his hand in Nic’s pants and pulled his cock out.

Nic wrapped a hand around the back of Griffith’s neck, tasting his lips and breath and all that overdue desperation thick on his tongue.

Repaying the favor, Nic lowered a hand to Griffith’s waistband and made quick work of the button and zipper, mouth dropping in awe at the feel of the alpha’s hot hard cock in his palm.

A groan spilled from his lips for Griffith to drink down as he squeezed his fist around Nic’s length, stroked it to the top until a bead of precum pearled at the tip.

“Fuck,” Griffith hissed into his mouth.

The alpha knocked Nic’s hand away from his own cock and tugged Nic to the edge of the truck bed before he gripped both their lengths in his fist.

Nic tilted his head back as he released a breath, watching the cloud dissipate against the sunset pinkened sky. The heat from Griffith’s cock was unbearably delicious against his own, making his abs tense as pleasure melted down his spine to slowly rake at the coals of need low in his stomach.

“God, yes,” he groaned, digging his fingers into the back of Grif’s neck as the alpha’s hand descended on their cocks again and again, tightening his grip.

Glancing down, he saw precum decorated both their heads before Griffith swiped his thumb over them—pulling barely breathed moans from the both of them. His grip became wetter, the friction perfectly delicious and making Nic’s cock throb in his hand, against his dick.

“Holy fuck, I missed you,” Griffith breathed, and Nic’s heart pounded against his chest as Grif worked him over.

Each down stroke spun him hotter, the feel of Grif’s hand wrapped around them both making him dizzy with how much he loved it. Grif squeezed his grip on the upward stroke and crushed their cockheads together, quickening his grip, strumming their frenula with his thumb and forefinger.

Nic was simply an instrument in the alpha’s capable hands, and with each stroke he wondered why he’d waited so long. Why he’d made them suffer if this is what they were missing.

“Fuck, Gri—”

The alpha shut him up with his lips, crushing their mouths together as he stroked their dicks. Pleasure burned hot within, making his cock jump and pulse against Griffith’s, groaning into his alpha’s mouth as his orgasm reared closer.

But then the front door opened, slammed shut.

Grif cursed and froze, hand tightened around them on the down stroke and pausing. Their lips parted, only clouds of their breath separating them, and Nic shuttered his eyes closed as the orgasm drifted away.

A cleared throat from the porch sent them into action. Grif unwrapped his hand around their dicks, and Nic swallowed hard at the shine coating both of them and his hand.

Nic snapped his waistband over the hard length of his cock and tugged his shirt down. Griffith rezipped himself and stepped away. An offered hand helped Nic get down off the truck bed, and Nic grabbed a bag like he hadn’t just been making out with Griffith in his front yard.

Holding the groceries over his groin really sold it, he was certain.

But Tate’s wide gaze made him forget all about it, as concern shot through him like a shot of adrenaline. “What’s wrong?”

“Wendy’s in heat.”