Page 174 of All Packed Up

Wendy still kept her back arched, ass in the air, because she was half afraid Grif would take away the knot if she didn’t.

But Nic was a big beta, and her hips were stretched wide enough to ache as her knees pressed into the bedding on either side of him.

His hard cock was sandwiched between their bodies, and the next time Grif thrust into her, it ground her against his cock, tugging moans from both of their throats.

The press of Griffith’s fingerprints into her hips would probably leave a mark, but she didn’t care. He used the leverage to tilt her just a little more—until a shout escaped as he nudged directly into her sweet spot.

He paused, as if not expecting her response, and beneath her, Nic groaned. She realized why on the next thrust, as Griffith snapped his hips, his aim dead-on as he pushed another breathy cry from her throat, ground her down onto Nic, teasing the beta at the same time he ruined Wendy.

The louder she was, the more she could feel his knot against her. Their bodies came together with a wet smack, her arousal slicking down her thighs and over Nic. It all made for the most delicious, filthy slide against one another.

Nic’s hands smoothed over her back, up along her sides, and ended with her chest. He teased her hard, sensitive nipples between his fingers, and the zings of pleasure only coalesced with the heat in her core. It pulled a low whine from her throat, and she pushed her hips back against Griffith.

“Knot,” she whined, dragging out the one syllable word. Lightning arced up and down her body, from the roots of her hair to the tips of her toes, the promise of pleasure just out of reach.

“Please,” she begged, throwing her head back as Grif bucked inside her.

Breathy little pants and pleas for more spilled from her lips as Grif and Nic worked her like putty between their fingers, molded her between their bodies.

Grif snapped his hips to her, thrusting his knot against her core—and froze. Rolling the swollen bulb against her entrance made fireworks ignite within her, and Wendy’s voice cracked on a needy shout.

She didn’t think Griffith could stretch her any wider—she was already so full, but—

His fingers tightened around her waist, held her completely still as he finally began to nudge his knot into her. Staccato thrusts stole her breath as his knot popped past her entrance, stretching her impossibly wider.

Wendy lowered her head, mouth agape as she panted for scarce air, her entire body tense as the dawning of her orgasm crested. Muffling a whine in Nic’s chest, she chomped down on the swell of his pec—and that’s where she screamed her moan too, as Griffith tugged his hips back, pulling his knot against her entrance before grinding his cock inside her, rubbing the knot against a spot inside her that made her vision go white.

She fell apart at the seams as Griffith used his knot, pushing and pulling her to stimulate the sweet spot only omegas had, the place only an alpha could reach with his knot.

Just like Tate had done, fucking Arlo into her so his knot would flex and torture her.

“You alphas are—ah, ah…” Wendy’s complaint drifted into a set of moans as Griffith continued rutting against her.

Delicious pain lit up her scalp as Grif tangled his hand in her locks and pulled her up. Her eyes drifted open, finding Nic beneath her, his cock standing straight up with the force of his arousal. His eyes were wide, breaths short as he watched them together, his gaze locked between her thighs, where Griffith continued to grind up into her. Her eyes drifted shut as she gave herself over to the pleasure, an omega who only wanted her alpha’s knot.

“Look at me,” Nic demanded breathlessly, and Wendy cracked her eyes open.

Wendy was swimming in euphoria, pleasure lighting up every nerve in her body. Her gaze dipped to the beta below her, and her mouth went dry as she watched him work his cock. His fist traveled up the length, squeezed the tip until a pearl of precum would appear. Then he’d shadow the crown in his hand before stroking back down, his body shuddering as he watched them.

“Come on, Knockout,” she whispered. “I want you too.”

She dug her nails into his thighs, the only part of him she could reach with the way Grif held her on his knot.

Wendy was still painfully aware that Grif hadn’t come yet, that his knot was still swollen and his cock thrummed inside her with need.

A yelp tore from her throat as Griffith shuffled them closer, poising her right over Nic’s leaking cock. It was as if this was what Grif had been waiting for, as he began to rock and buck his hips against her.

She cried out anew as over stimulation raced in her veins, as the slick grind of their bodies filled the tent yet again.

“Jesus Christ,” a deep voice murmured only seconds before two familiar scents glided through the nest.

Her pussy squeezed tight all over again at the return of Tate and Arlo, watching her speared on Griffith’s knot as Nic stroked himself to the sight of them.

A muffled groan vibrated her back, Grif’s hips stuttering in the short, quick rhythm he was ruining her with.

Nic’s hand slowed once before quickening, his head kicking back against the blankets as his hips began to rock as he panted.

Wendy panted right along with him as she watched him come apart. Grif had matched his thrusts to Nic’s strokes, and as his hand squeezed around the tip, a broken moan tore from his throat.