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Alphas with the yummiest scents. Alphas that were so much nicer and kinder than the other ones.

Blinking her eyes open, she realized Arlo and Tate must have been waiting for her return to earth. A surprised squeak worked its way out of her throat as the two alphas turned their heads together and kissed.

They each lifted a hand to frame the other’s face, and she saw Arlo had the same habit she did, instantly sliding his fingers through Tate’s blond locks. Wendy sat back on her knees, mouth watering at the sight of them.

Arlo clenched his fingers, tugged Tate’s head back a bit. If it took the other alpha by surprise, he didn’t show it. In fact, the smirk Tate melted into the kiss was downright sinful before his fingers impressed where they were framed at Arlo’s cheek.

When Tate broke the kiss and spoke, his voice was so deep and quiet Wendy had to strain to hear him. “Don’t try to show off for Wendy,” he chastised.

Arlo’s lips were still parted from the kiss, and at some point he’d settled himself back on his knees like Wendy, while Tate leaned above him. The image they painted, with Arlo’s half lidded gaze staring up at Tate, made her belly flutter as heat speared low in her core.

Their chests brushed as they panted, and Wendy could have fainted at the way Arlo huffed at him instead of answering. She watched Tate chew the situation over before he tipped Arlo’s head back even farther, kissing him again, but this time with teeth and tongue, and Wendy could tell it was supposed to be some kind of punishment, but all she could think about was how much she wanted to be Arlo in that moment.

Her core clenched, and Wendy suddenly realized just how wet she was.

Wendy waited until their lips parted again, just enough to make room for their rushing breaths, before she spoke. “My turn,” she breathed.

With a dangerous grin that sent a shiver up her spine, Tate scooted over, making room for her between them. “Face Arlo,” he said, and relief filled her, because how was she supposed to choose?

With Tate in charge, she didn’t have to.

Wendy squeezed between them, releasing the bite on her lip as she smiled, meeting Arlo’s gaze.

But Tate’s voice slid against her skin like silk and captured her attention. “Do you want the bite guards?” he asked.

Wendy wanted to whine. She liked kissing them, she liked being with them with no barriers.

But it was for the best. The last thing she wanted was to have a panic attack in the middle of sex.

“More kisses first,” she demanded softly.

Arlo’s lips tilted up in the sexiest half smile. “Unbearable conditions, these are.”

“Terrible, I know,” Wendy agreed.

A kiss was pressed to the back of her head, and then Tate’s weight shifted away. “I’ll be right back, I’m gonna go get them from the bedroom.”

“Come on, man, you didn’t think this through?” Arlo teased.

“Oh shut up, you could have grabbed them too,” Tate retorted. “Be good. I’ll be back.”

Their easy switch between sexual tension and easy banter was a stark reminder that Tate and Arlo were bonded. They were closer than close.

What they had was sacred and special, and they were inviting Wendy in to be a part of it.

Blinking at the revelation, she found Arlo with his head cocked to the side. “What are you thinking about?”

“This,” she admitted, and leaned forward, chasing another taste of the alpha.

Their mouths met, his homey smoke scent filled her senses, and she wanted more of it. As she moved closer, Arlo wrapped his arms around her waist, held her close. Tracing her hands north, she ran them up his shirt to frame his neck, felt the breath move through his chest and his pulse thrum beneath her touch.

She slotted herself over one of his thighs, and he jolted as the change in position brushed her against his erection. He was hard and hot beneath his pants, pressed against the front of her thigh as she rocked over the top of his.

The friction would have made her grit her teeth if she wasn’t exploring every facet of Arlo’s taste with her tongue. She settled for moaning into the kiss, her soaked panties intensifying the friction between all their layers of clothes.

It went from a tease to a desperate need in seconds. The orgasm reared close, and Wendy chased it shamelessly. Her lips slid messily against Arlo’s, no longer locked in a kiss with the alpha, but just sharing a breath. Poised in that moment before pleasure hits, thighs rocking, anticipating the crash with wide eyes, a breath of quiet, a clack of teeth. Her whole body tensed, and she cried out as everything blurred for a moment, slotted herself over Arlo’s thigh intensifying the pressure on her clit.

It was the easiest orgasm she’d ever had in her life, and just as she blinked her eyes open, swallowed against her suddenly dry mouth, she realized why.