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Wendy watched as Arlo’s gaze flicked from Tate’s deft fingers to her gaze, to where they were joined.

It was like he didn’t know where to look, like he couldn’t take in the sight of her fast enough, like he needed more.

“I think the one who should be jealous should be me,” Tate taunted. “But you both can make it up to me.”

Arlo’s eyes widened at that, hips canting up into her in response.

“What’s that mean?” Wendy had half a mind to ask, words weak as Arlo tilted his waist, spearing into her at a new angle.

“It means, babes, you need to take his knot,” Tate whispered against her ear. She shivered as he tweaked her nipples, as he continued murmuring in her ear. Each word was like a spell, and she was going under deeper each time he spoke. But it was such a different experience when she actually liked the alphas with her, when she trusted them.

There was no room for Sterling Pack in this tent because she already had two perfect alphas soothing her heat.

Wendy stared down at Arlo, met his gaze over the lip of the mask, and ground herself against his knot. Her grip on Tate’s thighs behind her gave her the leverage she needed, and a shameless whine spilled out as she rocked her clit against the pressure of her alpha’s knot. Soon, needy little pleas were pouring from her lips each time she rolled her hips down, each time his knot stretched and nudged at her core with a delicious pressure.

“Wendy deserves a break, don’t you think, babe?” Tate asked, fingers twisting her sensitive peaks once more before his warmth left her.

Her smile dissolved in a squeak when Arlo rolled them over.

The plush blankets were beyond soft beneath her, which meant they were perfect for catching her as Arlo followed her to the mattress, never slipping out. He ended their position switch with a delicious grind, and she practically sobbed at the promise of it.

“Arlo,” she whined, eyes wide as she felt her pleasure crest, as her entire body burned hotter than before. Her need peaked, and she dug her nails into his ass, tightened her knees on either side of his waist, and followed her instincts, whining for what she needed.

Her alpha heeded the call, cock pistoning in and out of her until with a calculated thrust, his knot breached her core, stretched her open in the hottest way.

As the knot popped inside with a slick noise, Wendy shattered. It pressed at every nerve ending, and she tightened down on him, aware of every inch inside her, aware that with every roll of her hips, it made heat flash over her anew, dragging out the orgasm.

Arlo stiffened above her for a split second before the hot spill of his release filled her. Even as pleasure racked her body, the release struck like another thrust and sent her spiraling all over again.

Her pulse was racing, hands curved along Arlo’s shoulders, nails digging in as he rocked against her.

Tate shuffled up behind Arlo, deep blue eyes locking onto hers as he lowered his head. He lowered his lids as he pressed a kiss to Arlo’s shoulder, and Wendy watched while he pressed a hand to Arlo’s, pushing him down over her.

Arlo’s knot flexed within her, dragging against the bundle of nerves only the knot could find, and aftershocks lit up her senses, squeezed her around the knot, which only started it all over again.

She was breathless, panting, as the alphas planned to kill her, apparently.

Arlo laid his head on her chest as he groaned, and even with the sound muffled behind the bite guard, it sent another wave of arousal through her.

“What are you doing?” Wendy asked breathlessly. She wrapped her arms around Arlo’s shoulders, dragging her nails across his skin gently. The answering shiver made her lips twitch in a smile.

“I said you guys would have to make it up to me,” Tate voiced.

She couldn’t see over Arlo, but she saw the muscle of Tate’s arm flex, and Arlo’s hips kicked in response. The movement tugged at Arlo’s knot inside her, made her eyes flutter closed on another moan.

When the pleasure subsided enough that she could think again, she blinked up at her alpha and tugged his face down to hers. She couldn’t get to his lips, but she peppered kisses around them, on top of the mask and on his forehead and over his lips and cheeks, continuing until his laugh was muffled behind the leather.

“Ready?” Tate asked suddenly, and Arlo twisted his head over his shoulder.

Ready for what?

Wendy wished she could have seen the silent conversation, but—

Pleasure whited out her vision as Arlo jolted, hips grinding into hers with new vigor, making her squeeze around the knot.

“A-ah!” Wendy moaned as she let her head drop to the mattress, weak as more tremors raced through her body, shattered her senses.

“What are you—” Her question dissolved into a noise of desperation as Arlo bucked against her again.