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Wendy covered her flaming cheeks with her hands. Her ass, huh?

“Would it hurt when I sat down?”

“No, it never hurts. It might… tingle. Imagine it like… a ghostly arousal.”

She lowered her hands, biting her lip. “Ghostly arousal?”

Tate snorted, and Arlo glared at his mate. “Do you have a better way to describe it?”

“Oh scary, you’ll be haunted by pleasure forever,” Tate teased.

“Fine,” Wendy interjected. “Do it. Bite me.”

Silence. Two sets of eyes blinked at her.

“Now hold on, we were just teasing, babes,” Tate tried, voice a little weak.

She propped her head on her hand against the blanket and stared up at him, still stretched over his lap with her clothes on.

“You already know I want to bond you. I said yes, we just haven’t really touched the subject since. Why not now?” She loved the idea the more she thought about it, wiggled her hips with a grin. “In my new nest?”

“Are you for real?”

“You really mean it, Wendy? Bonding is big.”

If bonds were painful, or if she’d had any doubts about the alphas, she wouldn’t be here with them.

“I really, really mean it,” she promised. “Please make me your omega. You know, officially.”

There was a beat of silence. Two, as they studied her expression and surmised that she was one hundred percent serious.

Then she cackled as the two of them practically ripped her clothes off, snorts and giggles as their fingers drifted over her sides and made her laugh even louder.

Once their layers were gone, Arlo pulled her down between them, and she followed eagerly.

His lips were full and warm and he tasted just like he always did, a hint of the bitter smoke remaining.

Arlo was already hard, his length brushing against her lower stomach and making her breath catch. Or maybe it was from the way Tate started kissing her shoulders, arms, any part of her he could reach.

They were on their sides, and Wendy pressed herself closer, wanting to feel more of Arlo against her.

His hand drifted up her stomach, palming and teasing her breast, trying to pull more little hums of pleasure from her lips. Only when he was satisfied with her sharp breaths did he reverse direction, sliding his hand over her stomach and between her thighs.

He tasted her moan straight from the source as he brushed a finger between her slick folds. Driving the pad of his finger over her clit, he stroked until she was rolling her hips into each touch. Tate palmed her breasts and teased her nipples, sending shocks of pleasure down to her core.

Arlo rubbed her clit in a slow, steady motion that cleared the thoughts from her mind. She parted her legs more for him, until Tate wrapped a hand around her thigh and lifted her leg up.

Wendy whined as it opened her up for more, as Arlo took advantage and dipped his curious fingers down to her entrance, dipping inside to collect her wetness and dragging it back up to her clit.

They worked her like putty between them, Tate rolling her nipples until they were sensitive, Arlo continuing his rhythm, the perfect pace to slowly drag her to the edge.

And he didn’t stop.

Wendy stiffened, lips parting as she felt the pleasure swell, cresting higher and higher, until—

Smack.

Her eyes flew open—when had she closed them?—as Tate’s palm cracked against the side of her ass. It pushed her right over the edge, and she dug her nails into Arlo’s arm as wave after wave of pleasure battered her senses.