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With another curious glance at the bonded pair, she found them leaned up against one another, gazes locked on where she was speared as they stroked each other’s cocks.

“So hot,” she breathed, gaze undecided on who she wanted to watch more.

But a particular plunge of—was that Nic? Or Griffith? Her attention switched back to the men on either side of her, inside of her. They alternated thrusts, Nic sliding out as Griffith thrust in, and then Grif withdrawing as Nic reentered her. She was never empty, not for a split second as they carved her into a perfect molding for their cocks. Wendy was a pleading, needy mess between them, breathy pants pushed from her throat on every thrust.

Griffith lifted her leg on top higher, making more room for the both of them.

“Oh fuck,” Arlo panted, barely audible against the sloppy smacks of flesh on flesh.

“No, don’t you look away,” Tate responded, and Wendy quivered just listening to them, imagining how they were touching each other.

She would have lifted her head and looked if she had any strength to dedicate to her muscles. Instead, all she could do was breathe—barely—and pant, whine, and cry for her alphas and beta.

“Please,” Wendy begged, dragging out the word.

Griffith answered with a harsh thrust, stirring his hips, teasing his knot against her core. It made her and Nic both choke out a groan.

“I am taking my chance to ruin you both for anyone else,” Grif breathed.

Nic’s grip tightened on her hip at the alpha’s words, and his hips stuttered against her ass. “Fuck,” he hissed.

“Don’t you dare come,” Griffith snapped, teeth gritted as he nudged his cock into her again. “Not until my knot’s inside. Then—” He panted. “Then we can both fill her.”

Just the promise of Griffith’s filthy words was enough to send her over the edge. She shouted as her body tensed for a long second before releasing, the wave of pleasure crashing over her and taking her breath away. Her core quivered around both their cocks, and she felt Nic freeze behind her.

Her head was pressed against Griffith’s chest, weak with pleasure, and when he shifted, she was sandwiched into Nic, unable to do anything but ride of the tide of pleasure as it washed over her again and again.

She heard the click of their throats, the smack of their sloppy kiss as Griffith continued to grind his cock inside her, against Nic, and teasing her with the promise of his knot.

“Hurry,” she begged, trying to wiggle herself down onto him, trying to take them deeper. Between the two of them, she didn’t go anywhere, was held suspended in some kind of horny limbo as she waited for them to move, aftershocks struck her with every slight shift of them inside her.

Wendy slid her right hand down her outer thigh to rest atop Griffith’s. She dug her nails into the back of his hand and parted her lips on a whine. An omega’s whine, that said she fucking wanted something and they better give it to her if he wanted to keep his omega happy.

“What Wendy said,” Nic teased, voice muffled by Griffith’s kiss.

Wendy leaned her head back against his chest, wishing she could see more of him, but settled for the way he finally shifted his hips, moving his cock within her, dragging against her walls perfectly. It sent waves of pleasure over her, threatening to send her under again.

Their kiss broke with a wet smack, and Wendy wanted her own kisses. But words were hard and whining didn’t require words, so she let another one out.

Griffith silenced her with a kiss, sliding his lips against hers in a teasing caress before he cupped her face with his right hand, bracing himself on his elbow.

She melted into his touch, nuzzling his palm with her cheek while their lips moved together in a desperate frenzy, while her hips rocked between them, Nic’s cock working in and out of her, every plunge inside nudging Grif’s knot against her clit.

It made her jolt in his hands, and she wanted more of that. Wanting him inside her.

Wendy broke the kiss, whispering a plea against his lips. “Grif, come on,” she urged.

“Are you ready?” he asked.

“Yes,” she practically cried.

For the first time, Wendy was able to ask for what she wanted. Grif began moving again, thrusting in and out of her and shoving his knot at her core a little harder with each one.

Emotion welled up so bright and strong she couldn’t ignore it if she wanted. As Griffith and Nic worked her up to another orgasm, her emotions inflated along with the pleasure.

Tears welled in her eyes, seemingly at odds with the moans they fucked out of her with each thrust.

Nic pulled her back against him, changing the angle, and Wendy shouted as they forced another orgasm to burst across her senses. As she tightened around them, Griffith finally pushed his knot against her, timing it just right—