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If it wasn’t for the teasing tone, Wendy was certain she would have let the mattress swallow her if it opened up. But instead, she grabbed Tate around the back of the neck and pulled him to her again.

It was all sweetly spiced cream and Tate, but the hint of Nic she caught was only enough to whet her palate. The alpha wiggled his hips between hers, between Nic’s. It pressed her back into the beta’s erection, and he rolled his hips forward, grinding into her.

Arousal burned within her like a wildfire, and the two of them worked to stoke the flames higher. Nic slid his hands to the inside of her thighs only to pull her legs open more, making room for the alpha.

Tate nudged his way closer, notching the bulge of his erection right between her legs before rocking.

She gasped into the kiss, and Tate swallowed her breath as he ground against her. Between them, she trembled, unsure if she wanted to press backwards to feel Nic against her ass or shift forward to meet the grind of Tate.

Sparks ignited along her senses and another needy whine slipped out before she allowed it.

Tate stole that sound from her lips too, and finally pulled back, nipping her bottom lip. “Please let me taste you.”

Wendy swallowed, free falling into those sky blue eyes, before she nodded.

A slow smile curled Tate’s lips before he leaned in to share it with her. When he pulled back, leaving her lips parted for more, he dipped his head straight to her sternum.

Her bite mark tingled dangerously, and she was silently thankful he’d avoided the area completely.

Once upon a time, her neck had been her most sensitive spot. It had been her favorite place for the alphas to kiss and lick and nip and tease.

Maybe that was why Derek chose that spot.

But all he’d done was ruin it for her.

Stop thinking about them.

Wendy turned her thoughts outward and gasped out a small moan as Tate took a pert nipple between his lips.

He nipped the sensitive peak, making her jolt against Nic’s hold. The beta still had his hands wrapped around her thighs, thumbs brushing in a circular pattern and sliding closer to her center with every stroke.

As Tate shared his attention with the other needy peak, she watched his shoulders and back flex as he braced his palms on either side of her and Nic’s hips.

He was a spectacle of strength and flexibility.

Her mouth watered as he shifted lower, and her stomach jumped beneath his warm lips and warmer tongue as he cleaned her of every drop of ice cream.

It wasn’t until he was between her thighs that Wendy realized she was holding her breath. She released it, but Tate chose that very second to lick a stripe right between her folds, and as her lips parted, a moan escaped with her breath.

Nic had already tasted her a handful of times since she’d met the beta, but he clearly didn’t mind sharing as he opened her up more for the alpha.

The idea of Nic handling her so effortlessly to help out the other man made her melt in his arms, as if she wasn’t already a puddle between them.

A second pair of hands framed her thighs, slid beneath them to hoist her up higher, as if she were a bowl he sipped from.

With Tate supporting her weight, Nic took the opportunity to free his hands enough to cup her breasts.

Wendy arched into their touch, welcoming the pleasure they were building within her. Each shameless kiss and suck between her thighs melded with the pinching and teasing of her sensitive chest, it all swirled and coalesced into an overwhelming wave of pleasure.

As it rose, her breaths came faster and her scent filled the room more as she wanted.

“Please, come on,” she begged breathlessly.

Tate gripped her thigh tight, squeezing it once more before the hand disappeared.

Nic lifted a hand from her breast, pinched her chin, and pulled her face to his. He devoured her, lips moving against hers, tongue tracing her lips before tasting her inside and out.

Wendy was just as hungry for him, for both of them, and she kissed Nic with the same desperation pumping through her body.