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Chapter 36

WENDY

Wendy was burning up.

I guess that’s why they’re called heats.

She should have seen the signs, recognized what was happening in her own body.

It was why her skin was itchy and weird on her body, why she’d visited every emotion on the spectrum in the span of a few hours.

She just hadn’t expected it to flare alive so suddenly. All this time, had it just been lying dormant and waiting for the perfect moment to strike? Or was it a coincidence that it hit after Arlo and Tate showed her the perfect little heat hut they’d constructed for her?

Who the hell needed a she-shed when they could have a heat hut?

The bubble of affectionate humor that wiggled its way out in the form of a laugh reminded her yet again that this heat was unlike any one she’d had before.

It was quite a pleasant revelation, and a wave of arousal made her shiver. She felt the warmth spear her core from the inside and shivered as the stubble on Arlo’s cheek brushed against her calf.

She lay back, relaxing her arms beneath her, and parted her legs to make room for Arlo’s shoulders as he kissed his way toward her center. Each brush of the prickly hairs of his almost-beard made her shiver or move in some way or another, and she couldn’t help it.

Coming from the mindset of trying to hide how the alpha’s touch made her feel, it was something else to be so excited she couldn’t control it.

Letting a gasp sound as Arlo first slid his tongue between her folds was the most freeing thing. His fingers clenched, indenting her skin, and she felt all ten fingerprints press into the backs of her thighs, thumbs tugging at her center to expose how wet she was.

Arlo didn’t even say anything, just lowered his head and tasted her like a starving man. His tongue roamed and mapped every part of her, learning what made her react the most. Was it the flat of his tongue or the way he dipped his tongue inside her to coax more arousal? She was putty in Arlo’s palms as he tilted her hips, flicked his tongue over her clit in the way that made her breath catch. Except this time, he didn’t stop, and Wendy’s next orgasm was quick on the horizon.

Wendy’s fingers gripped the bedsheets for dear life, holding on tight as she tried not to shake in Arlo’s palms. If she shook, he might lose the spot, and she was too close for anything else to matter except—

The bed dipped right next to her, and she lifted her lids just as Tate’s blond head lowered to her chest and—

Wendy’s second orgasm rattled through her as he nipped her sensitive peak with sharp teeth. She cried out, lifted a hand to knit her fingers in Tate’s hair, and held on as pleasure racked her body. Arlo worked her through the waves, the press of his tongue making her hips tense. Her clit throbbed, and Wendy whined as it occurred to her that Arlo was feeling her pulse against his tongue.

The idea alone sent another wave of need through her, and she arched toward the alphas, wanting more but unable to say it. Her fingers released Tate’s hair, and the alpha sat up as she began to pat the blankets. Arlo nuzzled her thighs, skin tingling at every brush of his facial hair.

Leather and soft string brushed under her fingertips, and she tugged the bite guard across the sheets. “Come on,” she urged. “I want my alphas.”

Arlo stopped rubbing his cheek against her thigh and stared up at her.

“Do you mean us?” Tate asked, eyes wide.

Wendy blinked up at him, whining, “Well you’re the ones courting me, aren’t you?” Was it too soon?

Before the voice of self-doubt could get to full volume, Arlo sat up and took the bite guard from her hands. “Hell yeah we are,” Arlo said, directing a wink her way. “Who wants to put this on me?”

“Tate will,” Wendy answered, and pulled her legs in to sit up. She was still a little breathless, but she didn’t care as she leaned forward to kiss Arlo again before the bite guard made it impossible. She nipped his full lips and let the taste of him sit on her tongue before going back for more. The leather strings of the bite guard made a very specific sound that Wendy wasn’t ever going to forget. Leaning back, she watched Tate slide the mask over his face. It covered from his nose to halfway down his throat. Tate’s fingers worked diligently behind Arlo’s head, threading the mask so it fit comfortably around his mate’s face.

Wendy bit her lip as she met Arlo’s gaze, and staring at the alpha with half his face covered, she realized the rest of him was covered too.

She was just the omega to remedy such an issue. With a sly grin, Wendy shuffled forward and lowered her hands to his waist, tugging at his jeans. While they’d felt great to kindle friction just moments ago, now she wanted them gone. Arlo wiggled his hips to signal it was okay, and Wendy centered her hands on the button and zipper, getting them out of the way before shimmying his pants down. Tate’s chuckle sounded from behind his mate, and Wendy glanced up, finding a smirk of approval.

Arlo’s scent thickened, and Wendy inhaled slowly, absolutely shameless as she stared at the erection she revealed beneath Arlo’s denim. She took pride in the wet spot on his boxer briefs, mouth suddenly dry, core clenching as her body recognized what she wanted.

An alpha.

And for the first time, she was in charge of taking what she wanted.

So she did, following the dark curls down his flat stomach and sliding her fingers inside the waistband of his briefs before tugging them down with his pants. Tate, after finishing the bite guard with a hum, helped her tug them off his legs.