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He spilled over his fist as Wendy stared, as she trembled around Griffith’s cock. A last punchy thrust sent her breath from her lips in a cry as pleasure detonated.

Griffith was only a few thrusts behind, and as Nic painted her with his release, the alpha filled her up, working his knot as he spilled hot inside her.

Wendy was weak as pleasure dissolved every bone in her body, and Grif wrapped his arms around her before laying them down beside Nic.

Aftershocks still trembled through her, and Grif held her closer, pressed his cheek against her head.

Her heat momentarily sated, she let her eyes drift closed, sandwiched between Nic and Griffith.

“Is she alive over there?” a deep voice asked. Wendy couldn’t tell which alpha it belonged to, not right then, as she was floating in the haze of pleasure.

She was so full and content in that moment, she didn’t even care about the alphas and their teasing. She didn’t even mind the rumble of the alpha behind her, barely noticing he was using words, which meant his bite guard had been removed.

Hmph. Bite guard.

How did the man who was supposed to have no control in this situation end up fucking the brains out of both her and Nic?

Fucking alphas.

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Despite the intensity of Griffith knotting her, Wendy awoke with the same need thrumming beneath her skin only a short time later.

This heat had most certainly been the most demanding she’d ever experienced. Even with the aid of weed, the heat ache hadn’t ever stopped, it’d only been temporarily doused when the alphas knotted her.

Was that… normal?

She just wanted and wanted, and Wendy wasn’t used to being so needy. Her old heats hadn’t been much to remember, had required too much thinking and anxiety, lest she say or do the wrong thing.

But with Tate and Arlo and Nic and Griffith, she still felt the ashes of every touch and kiss, still burned for them.

But what she wanted most of all right then was food.

Her stomach warbled quietly, muffled by the blanket she had cocooned herself in.

And just in time, she heard the rustle of the tent flaps, and the delicious honeyed scent of Griffith filled her lungs.

Alpha.

Cheeks flaming at the thought of facing him after he’d knotted her into a small coma, she untangled herself from the blanket and from—

“Oof,” she heard as her elbow connected with a strong back.

Wendy gasped and let an apology spill from her lips as she soothed Nic’s bruised back.

“I heard you like cheese for your heat snack,” Griffith said, and the mattress dipped as he approached.

He sat cross-legged in front of Wendy, placing a collection of cheese and fruits between them all. Tucked in his arms were cold bottles of water, and he let them fall to the bedding.

Wendy had to clench her hands in the blanket to keep herself from launching across the tent. Grif smelled so good, and here he was, being such an alpha again. Looking out for them all.

With her heat and emotions and instincts at an all-time high, tangling together, she was struggling to recall exactly… why she couldn’t crawl into Griffith’s lap. Why she couldn’t nuzzle into his heady scent and let him just… take care of everything else too. Take care of her.

“Wendy?” Nic’s voice pierced through her loud thoughts, and she blinked to find two concerned gazes.

“You okay?” Griffith asked.

Wendy shook her head, then nodded, then waved her hands in the air to start over. Her heat was making her so flustered. “Yes, yes, I’m fine. Thanks for putting this together. Did Tate and Arlo help?” Surveying the little plate, she read the names of the different cheeses because they were still half in the package.