Page 171 of All Packed Up

It’d been ages since Nic had seen Griffith nude, and he tried not to stare. Memories suddenly bombarded him, reminded him just how that cock had split him open more times than he could count. How the pressure of the knot had driven him wild.

He shivered at the distant memory.

Wendy leaned back into him, wiggled her ass against him, teasing him.

“Fuck,” he ground out, teeth snapping together at the curse.

Nic slid his hands around to Wendy’s front, palmed her breasts. The hard points of her nipples grazed his palms, and he loosened his hold, choosing to tease her with the tips of his fingers.

She arched into him, sending her ass back into his lap, grinding against his cock.

“Alright,” Nic bit out, grabbing her hips and holding her against him. He sat up on his knees, and Wendy braced herself, nails biting into his forearms as she moved with him. Over her shoulder, he could see Grif, chest rising and falling with the intensity of his breath as he watched them together.

Nic had stretched her open on his fingers to torture Griffith more than anything, but Wendy was driving him crazy, he wanted to feel her squeeze tightly around him. After pressing a kiss to her shoulder, he whispered his command into her ear.

“Lean over.”

Her palms flattened against the blankets, and Nic had to hold back a groan at the sight of her wet, puffy lips begging for them to do something. As if she knew what she was doing to him, Wendy wiggled her hips and looked over her shoulder. Her damned bottom lip was trapped between her teeth, but before Nic could reach out, a familiar set of fingers gently dragged her face back to Griffith.

Grif’s gaze was all aroused concentration as he stared down at the omega, and Nic watched the thumb smooth over her lip, tug it out of her punishing grip.

The alpha’s breath expanded the mask as Wendy parted her lips for him to press his thumb between them.

Heat slid down his spine to tingle in his lower back, and Nic shivered before turning his attention back to Wendy. He smoothed his hands over the soft creamy globes of her ass, and she wiggled into his touch.

“Tired of waiting, Mouse?” he taunted. “I think Grif is gonna make you work for it. Tap either of us twice to stop, okay?”

“Why—oh. My mouth’s gonna be busy, huh?” Wendy asked, a playful, victorious tone in her voice. She tilted her head up at the alpha, cheeky grin on her face.

Nic shook his head, confident Grif had met his fucking match.

Wendy’s scent filled the tent, syrupy sweet and only growing sweeter by the second. Nic put some space between their hips, and Wendy widened her stance in anticipation.

His cock throbbed as he sidled up close to her, brushed the head of his cock between her wet folds. Her sweet gasp was muffled, but it was only once he’d notched the head at her core that he glanced up. Grif’s stare bore a hole into him, and Nic dipped his chin to the omega between them.

When the alpha dropped his attention to the needy omega, Nic forged forward. Wendy’s moan drifted up, filling the tent with its melody as he sank deeper.

He swore, hissing at the tight heat swallowing him up. Staring at the way she sheathed him, only glancing up to see Grif staring down at the omega, entranced.

Withdrawing, he slid his cock out, biting his own lip at the shiny arousal left behind before thrusting back inside.

Wendy took matters into her own hands, thrusting her hips back and taking him whole. The globes of her ass smacked into the tops of his thighs, and Nic groaned as her tight, hot walls squeezed around him.

But he kept his mouth shut as Grif threaded his fingers in Wendy’s hair, as she settled her palms beneath her shoulders and pushed up. Nic couldn’t see perfectly, but he watched Grif’s gaze drift closed as her head lowered.

Fuck, he never thought he’d be here, with Wendy, with Griffith, of all people. An omega speared between them as her heat pheromones made his blood run hotter than ever before.

“Fuck,” he bit out, slapping his hips against her. Each slide was so perfect and tight, her walls clamping down on him with each thrust.

A muffled sound poured from Wendy in response, which made Griffith groan into his bite guard, though his control held strong.

The alpha looked downright dangerous with the black leather concealing part of his face. Even though Nic could trace those features in his sleep, had once known the alpha like the back of his hand, the sight of him glancing up over the lip of the leather almost did Nic in.

Finding the perfect rhythm, they pushed and pulled Wendy between them. As she slid off Nic’s cock, Grif’s hand tangled in her hair pulled her in to swallow him a little deeper. And as the alpha slid from her lips, Nic stroked inside her again.

Heat zinged up and down his spine, swelled in his lower back, made his balls draw up.

Nic had never been so relieved he wasn’t an omega. How did they go through this every three months?