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It only took a trip across the nest, and Wendy watched him go the entire time. Behind her, Nic lifted his head and watched with her as the alpha returned.

“Tie it on,” Nic told her.

Wendy swallowed, her throat suddenly dry as Grif held out the slip of leather and string. He turned around, his back to her, and waited.

“If you don’t want gentle, I at least want safe,” Nic murmured in her ear. It was so soft, Griffith probably hadn’t even heard it.

With a deep breath, she slid the leather over his face. The alpha lifted his hands to hold it in the right position, and Wendy grabbed the strings. She plucked and pulled at them gently to tighten it against the shape of his head, comfortable but unmoving as she made her way down.

Nic teased his hands over the insides of her thighs, making her breath catch whenever he drifted his touch over her mound, but never dipped any lower. It took all of her focus to make it all the way down the mask.

“Is that okay?” she asked, breath weak.

The strings tugged against her grip as Griffith attempted to turn around to see what Nic was doing to affect her so much. Instinctively, she tightened her grip on the strings so as not to lose her hold, and it stopped Grif mid-motion at the same time.

“Nah-ah,” Nic chastised, voice like caramel as it dripped over her shoulder to reach the alpha.

With a shiver of arousal, Wendy tugged the string and was captivated with the way Grif faced forward again at her direction. She felt like a marionette holding her alpha puppet.

Grif murmured something that was obstructed by the mask before nodding, and with a deep breath Wendy tightened the strings before finally tying them off, careful not to get his hair stuck in the ties. With her job done, she let her hands drift to his shoulders, muscle firm beneath her fingers as she smoothed them over his back. Down his sides.

Wendy was touching Griffith. The alpha she’d tried to scare off since she met him, who hadn’t backed down at a single sharp retort, who’d only responded by giving as good as he got.

Grif had made Wendy feel like a person from the beginning.

As he turned around, faced her, he finally let his gaze dip below her waist. Wendy watched his eyes darken as Nic played between her folds, spread her open to show her off. The mask puffed up as he released a breath. She tensed in Nic’s arms as the alpha lifted his gaze, let her see that the same heat she burned from was reflected in his eyes.

Nic teased at her entrance before slowly slipping a finger inside. Wendy gasped, letting her head fall back onto his shoulder as Nic fucked her open on his fingers. Rolling her hips into his touch as much as she could, she chased the fullness.

With her eyes snapped shut and all of her focus on the rising pleasure Nic stirred within her, she almost forgot about Griffith until something like a soft growl was muffled behind the leather.

Lifting her head, she blinked the alpha into focus, mouth going dry at the image he made, on his knees, waiting, cock hard and lifted as it tried to stand straight. The weight of it kept it from resting against his stomach.

Eventually, she lifted her greedy gaze to the alpha’s.

But now, as the alpha’s hungry gaze bored into her, Grif was about to make her feel like an omega.

Chapter 38

NIC

Wendy’s heat might have taken its time arriving, but now that it was here, he was grateful they’d waited.

Arousal thrummed through his blood in answer to the omega’s need, swelled his cock and drove him half mad with the want to pleasure Wendy.

He was thankful for the time she’d been given to get to know them, to become a little more familiar with them before her heat hit.

Seeing her now, so vulnerable and open and needy made him realize the magnitude of harm the Sterling Pack had subjected her to. Made him realize how much he wanted to protect her.

Nic had never been part of a heat, but he’d never been more thankful to be part of Wendy’s, if only so he could show her how she was supposed to be treated, cared for, cherished.

Those alphas should have put her first, made sure she felt safe and secure instead of taking advantage of her during her heat.

Wendy whined as Grif moved forward, half his face hidden by the bite guard. He looked so mysterious and hot and sinful in the dark leather. Grif’s hands replaced Nic’s around her waist as the alpha pulled Wendy into his lap.

Nic had just been robbed. He let the displeasure show in his expression, at least until he met Grif’s gaze and understood the command there. The alpha tugged at the fabric of his sweats, but Nic was already removing them.

Once he’d obeyed, Grif gave Nic back his omega and discarded his own sweats.