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Wendy pried her eyes open, digging her nails into Arlo’s shoulders to hold on for dear life. Tate’s hips swung back, and when he snapped them forward, Arlo couldn’t help but move with him, dragging the knot back and forth inside her.

An alpha’s knot would eventually deflate, but Wendy didn’t see that happening until Tate had gotten what he wanted.

“You’re both gonna be puddles,” he breathed, a smirk quirking his lips, “before I’m done with you.”

“Feels so good. So good,” Wendy babbled. Trembling beneath the alphas, she was reduced to a whining, pleading omega as Tate fucked his mate.

Not even Arlo’s swollen knot could stop her from leaking around him as they wrung orgasm after orgasm from her. Overstimulation melted into another peak until she quivered around Arlo’s knot yet again.

Her thighs were wet with her own slick, her breath was high and tight, and her voice was growing hoarse from her moans.

Arlo petted her sweat slicked forehead, brushing her hair away to see her better. The mask still covered half his face, and she wished she could see the slack expression beneath it.

His knot flexed in her again, and she tilted her head back on the pillows, another needy whine spilling out.

These alphas were ruining her, and she loved every damned second of it.

Arlo’s hands suddenly slammed down on either side of her head, and he groaned long and low. His head dipped to her neck, and she wrapped her arms around his shoulders as they all moved as one unit, with Tate at the helm.

His thrusts quickened, stuttered, and she felt the final slam of his hips as he came. Their cries melded into one chorus of pleasure.

Wendy went slack at the sudden absence of stimulation, her body still thrumming from the leftover need. They were frozen for one long moment, catching their breath.

Arlo lifted his head, and Tate got to work untying the guard. When the leather fell away, Wendy pulled him down to her so she could get that kiss she wanted.

His lips were almost hot from the press of the guard, soft against hers in a sloppy, lazy kiss that had more to do with affection than skill.

Arlo rolled them to the side, and before she knew it, Tate was there at her back, keeping her warm between them.

As the action finally caught up with her, exhaustion dragged at her eyelids until she let them fall closed, safe in the arms of her alphas.

And this… this was just the beginning.

Chapter 37

WENDY

Wendy woke up in a haze, both literally and figuratively.

No…

She blinked, heard an exhale, watched the haze move, and even with the heat bearing down on her, she knew what her two alphas were doing.

“You’re hot boxing my nest?” she asked, sitting up and making the smoke swirl around in a mesmerizing cloud.

The alphas stared across the nest at her, eyes wide. They shared a look, and she couldn’t help but laugh. It was a look that basically whispered, Do you think she’s mad?

“I told you guys,” a familiar voice chimed in, and Wendy absolutely beamed to find Nic and Griffith sitting alongside them.

She was hit with the scent of warm, fluffy, fresh baked cornbread, steam still rising from the crust. The embers in her stomach sparked to life, because that scent had nothing to do with the food he’d brought.

Wendy wasn’t mad, couldn’t be, not with the wave of warmth and want that rushed through her, setting her blood aflame.

The alphas stiffened in reaction to her suddenly drenched pheromones, but Wendy was determined to carry a conversation that went further than her needs for an alpha.

“I know I’m no fire marshal, but that’s definitely a fire hazard,” she said, putting her hands on her hips. It wasn’t very effective, considering her breasts jiggled with the movement and she was sitting down. Sliding her hand along the blankets, she located a brown shirt with Tate’s scent all over it. With a grin, she slid it over her head and then crawled closer to the collection of alphas and Nic.

Who all chittered as she reached out her hand. “Give it here. It’s my nest, I wanna help.” It would have been comical the way four sets of eyes were glued to her movements, if it weren’t for the heat that slid through her.