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This fucking alpha made her nervous. But not in a way that made her scared or fearful.

In the way that made her thighs squeeze together because she wanted to present to him. Wendy wanted to be a good omega for him.

And that pissed her off. Grif was so cocky and put together and… and—

“Ah!” Wendy cried out as Grif suddenly slid a hand between her thighs and felt the evidence of her desire.

“I can’t stand you,” she whined, hips rolling for more as she buried her face in the blankets.

Over her shoulder, Grif hummed. His eyes were alight, face flushed with the heat she shared.

“Seems like you can’t stand at all,” Nic answered for him.

A small growl was born in her throat, but it died the instant she felt Grif slide his head against her. His hard, hot cock was pressing between her folds, sliding between her slick lips to tease her clit.

Wendy whined at the ease of the glide, knowing it was all her. Knowing what was coming next.

His head nudged at her core, almost dipping inside before he’d slip away and continue the same tortuous glide to her clit.

Wendy held her whine at bay. She didn’t want the alpha to know she was so easy.

But goddammit.

Heat flowed through every atom of her body. It filled her belly and heated her core and made her ache until all she wanted was an alpha.

Turning her head to the other side, she found Nic at arm’s length, just watching.

She reached a hand out for him, and he didn’t hesitate. He lay close to her and brought their lips together in a messy kiss. A kiss that said, Hi, I’m about to get knotted by the guy you’re in love with, hope we can chat about this soon.

But any and all of that disappeared. It was like Griffith had been waiting until she’d called Nic over.

“You’re an asshole,” she snapped over her shoulder. But her insult dissolved into a moan, her mouth falling open at the slow, hot glide of Griffith’s cock through her core.

In their position, Nic saw first-hand what Griffith’s cock was doing to her, and Wendy bit her lip, swearing to keep quiet.

He was filling her so good. In a different way than Arlo or Tate did, and she was loath to admit it.

But a soft pressure on her bottom lip made her eyes fly open, finding Nic pulling it from between her teeth.

“It’s okay,” Nic said. “Don’t hide. Let it out.”

Nic slid closer, pressing his lips to hers in another messy kiss.

It was this moment Griffith chose to pull back, to drag himself along her tight walls before slamming back in. It jostled her against the bedding, slotting her out of place in the kiss.

She whined at the force, at the way he plunged into her and stirred his hips, carving a spot for himself. He had to find the right one though, and with two hands on her hips, he tilted her until—

“Fuck!” Wendy shouted. She fisted her hands in the blankets. Every thrust had frustratingly perfect aim, knocking a shout or a moan from her throat every single time, her lips only brushing Nic’s when Grif jostled her. The head of his cock brushed against the sensitive spot inside her over and over again.

A symphony of their skin slapping echoed around the tent, her pants and moans and Nic’s soft whispers of sweetness and sin.

His still hard cock brushed against her, leaving behind a trail of wetness.

Wendy wondered for a half second what it would feel like for Nic to notch his head against her core and… and slide right in alongside Griffith.

Shaking her head, she whined as Grif’s knot bumped against her and chased him as he withdrew. That was what she wanted. A knot. An alpha’s knot.

Another thrust pressed her against Nic, and the two of them finally stopped wasting time, letting Nic inch his way beneath her.