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She couldn’t pull her gaze from the bite location, watched as Grif lapped and attended the bite like an alpha should. Stared as he took care of their beta. Riveted with the way Nic’s mouth fell open, shivering in his alpha’s hold as their bond solidified.

And suddenly… Wendy couldn’t wait for her bite too.

Grif’s thrusts slowed before stopping altogether.

He spun Nic in his arms, met his gaze, and she saw the realization dawn in their eyes as they experienced the depth of each other’s emotions for the first time.

Their lips crashed together, the ferocity of their kiss unmatched. They parted for a breath, knocked their foreheads together, and breathed.

Wendy’s eyes filled with tears at the fondness, the adoration between them.

And they… they wanted her to be a part of that too.

Her chest cracked open, and as they turned back to her, it was with intent in their movements.

“I want that too,” Wendy whispered, eyes filling with tears.

Grif reached a hand out, and Wendy slid her fingers into his. She squeaked as he pulled her forward, settling her atop his stomach as Nic straddled the alpha behind her.

“Thank you for letting me see that,” she tried to say, voice breaking halfway through. “I didn’t know it could be like that.”

“Are you ready to feel it too?” Grif asked.

Wendy nodded eagerly, swallowing a ball of tears.

Nic’s hand slid down her back, pushed her down to Grif’s chest. “But not yet. I wanna feel you squeeze around me when he bites you.”

Need corkscrewed through her stomach, and she shivered as she was exposed to Nic, spread wide over Griffith’s chest.

His fingers brushed her core and she bit her lip, at least until Grif tilted her up so he could devour her.

He still tasted like Nic, cherry blossoms thick on her tongue.

Wendy wanted this alpha and beta, and she swished her hips back and forth. Grif tasted her gasp as Nic slid his fingers inside her. As he brushed against her walls and pressed the pads into her sweet spot, making her see stars at the pleasure.

He shifted behind her, the weight of his hard length disappearing for a moment before it returned with a hiss from the beta.

Wendy’s eyes flew open. “Are you—”

With a curious glance she realized Grif was once again inside Nic, hips grinding up in a barely noticeable rhythm.

“Yeah,” Nic said, voice tight. “We are.”

She moaned as Nic nudged the head of his cock against her entrance before sliding inside bit by bit. Helped along by a particularly jarring thrust from the alpha, Nic seated himself within her.

Only then did they move, did the rhythm they start intensify. Nic slid in and out of her, brushing her walls and jostling her against Griffith. She was wet, slick with arousal, making for an easy grind against her alpha’s abs. He moved with them anyway he could, nudging his hips up, moving his cock inside Nic. In response Nic would slam himself against her, until breathy pants and moan and little ahs bounced from their lips with every movement.

The pleasure swelled and grew within her, looming ever closer and making her quiver around the cock inside her. She nipped and bit and panted against Grif’s chest, a mantra of more, more, more echoing in her mind.

Her shout of pleasure matched Nic’s as Grif suddenly sat up, sandwiching her between them. It changed the angle of Nic inside her, the pressure hitting her at a completely different spot, making her whine.

Her alpha tilted her head up, meeting her gaze with dark, needy intensity as she panted.

“Wendy, would you please allow me the pleasure of bonding my omega with my beta?”

Her eyes welled with tears.

My omega, he’d said.