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Knowing they were the first ones to care for Wendy through a heat only made him want to make her feel even better. He wanted Wendy to know what it was like to feel wanted, safe. And so fucking good.
Nic slid his hand around her hips, dragging his fingers along the wet lips of her pussy, and found her clit with his middle finger.
In time with his thrusts, he slid his finger back and forth over the little nub, emboldened by the way Wendy jerked at his touch. The way she tightened around him and whined around the alpha between her lips.
The slick smack of their hips filled the tent, almost loud enough to obscure their panting breaths and short moans. Wendy’s fingers were flexed in the blankets, drawing the fabric up as she quivered between them.
The warmth fizzling up and down his spine with each thrust settled lower, and his rhythm stuttered as Wendy’s quiet whines turned into a moan. As she palmed Grif’s hip and pushed him back so she could free her mouth, she clamped tight around him. Wendy cried out as she punched her hips into his hand, and Nic stroked his finger over her clit, working her through the orgasm.
Just as Nic was hopeless to give himself over to Wendy, stirring himself in her, a hand on his chest distracted him. His eyes flew open to the offending appendage just as it pushed him back, slipping a hand between him and Wendy.
Nic lifted his gaze to Griffith as the alpha wrapped his fingers around the base of Nic’s cock and squeezed, effectively holding off his orgasm.
Wendy wiggled herself back on him, grinding into the hand at his base shamelessly as her pussy contracted around him.
“Nic,” she whined, gaze turned over her shoulder to meet his. Her lips were swollen and red from the abuse they’d taken, and Nic himself could still remember the way Griffith stretched his jaw wide—
He snapped his gaze up to the alpha, who squeezed his fingers once again in warning before his hand slipped away.
Nic cursed and withdrew from Wendy before pulling her back around to him. Her hands wrapped around his shoulders lazily as he slotted his lips against hers.
She tasted of Griffith, and his cock twitched at the realization, at the memory of his taste. God, it was like she was his fucking link to the alpha. In a way, she was.
If not for her, Nic didn’t think he would have ever crossed paths with Griffith again.
Their tongues dueled, and with a nip of her bottom lip, Nic pulled back. Wendy and her big gray beautiful eyes were the whole reason they were here.
“You want an alpha?” he asked, voice low and only for her. Griffith waited patiently only feet away, hand wrapped around his cock and moving in slow, hypnotic strokes.
She hummed in response, gaze flicking over her shoulder. Nic’s heart leapt as he realized he was about to watch Wendy take Griffith’s knot.
The omega faced him, gaze half lidded as her pheromones flooded the tent for an alpha.
Blankets shuffled behind her, and Griffith appeared over her shoulder.
Knowing she was in good hands, Nic leaned back, prepared to shamelessly watch Griffith give Wendy his knot.
Chapter 39
WENDY
As the alpha pressed his warmth against her back, she leaned into him, more than ready for what he was going to give her. His hands framed her shoulders, the heat from his palms sending goosebumps across her skin. Her nipples tightened at the sensation, but he didn’t slide his hands over her chest like she expected.
Instead, he pressed with purpose, urging her forward, and Wendy’s eyes widened as she finally realized what he wanted her to do.
Wendy hadn’t presented for an alpha before. She hadn’t wanted to.
The Sterling Pack had never deserved it.
And now Griffith was silently demanding it? Refusing her his knot until she did so?
That bastard.
And she’d never been wetter.
With her face aflame, she met Nic’s gaze, found nothing short of adoration in his amber eyes. It filled her chest with something unfamiliar, but gave her the courage she needed.
She was shaking, she realized, as she lowered her head to the blankets and arched her back. Chewed at her lip.
