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“The opposite,” Nic assured him.

Wendy huffed. “I don’t even have to ask you! You just… do things! You anticipate what I need, and you make sure I have it.” Like the stupid fruit water. The cheese. Feeding them with soup and keeping them warm and taking care of the house and…

“The closest words to the tip of my tongue when it comes to you are ‘Yes, Alpha.’”

Just saying the words, even out of their context, made her quiver, made her want to whine for an alpha. For the alpha in front of her.

Griffith began purring again, as if her words had been an activator. Wendy shivered with the beta at her back and gazed up at the alpha before her.

“And why… can I suddenly not remember why that’s such a bad thing?” she finally breathed.

* * *

Moments of clarity during her heat bled together. Caring alphas and her sweet beta. Full knots and cresting pleasure, shouts of ecstasy rustling the fabric of the tent.

Wendy was dripping with arousal, her body absolutely fizzling with need as Nic pulled her ass down into his lap. His thick cock plunged in and out, dragging against her walls and pulling moans from her throat until her voice was hoarse—but of course that could also be from the three days of riding out her heat with the most attentive alphas and beta she could imagine.

How it kept growing and making her need even more intense was just as frightening as it was arousing.

She’d never remembered a heat this visceral, this pleasurable, this needy. And especially not one that demanded this much time. Wendy just wanted and wanted and—

“Do you think she’s ready?” Griffith asked, words drifting across her cheek.

Her eyes fluttered open to find Griffith right before her, lips drifting across hers in an almost kiss. His touch was warm where he caressed a trail up her arms, helping her move with Nic’s rhythm.

A whine poured from her lips as Griffith pushed her down on Nic’s cock.

“Yes,” she answered as the beta groaned beneath her. Did she know what exactly they were talking about? No, but nothing they’d done together, no mesh of their bodies had been anything less than explosive.

Until now.

The alpha held her down, kept her from chasing the chasm of pleasure that loomed so close, Nic’s cock buried inside her, and she quivered around him as her orgasm fizzled away.

“Griffith, you—”

“I’m going to ruin both of you. Tie this bite guard on me,” he said, lifting a hand between them, the guard dangling from his fingers.

A whine built in her throat, and she was desperate enough to let it escape.

“No more bite guards!” she pleaded, pulling his lips to hers. Wendy liked their kisses, liked seeing their faces as they fell apart inside her pussy or mouth or with each other. “It’s okay, I promise, I don’t care, just please—please,” she cried. “I know you won’t bite me, I trust you,” she babbled, her self-preservation filter melted beneath the demand of her heat. Beneath the trust she had for these men.

But after spending hours upon days with these alphas, Wendy knew they wouldn’t bite her. These were good alphas. So much better than the Sterling Pack.

These alphas were good to her. They brought her pretty fruits and yummy snacks and delicious chilly water and they petted her hair and washed her body and took care of whatever she needed.

Something had happened during the last three days of being with them.

Wendy wished she knew what it was.

It was as if the heat melted away whatever reservations she’d had about these men. She’d shared her most vulnerable moments with them, they’d seen her stripped of all her layers, both literal and physical.

How much longer was she supposed to demand they put on those stupid strips of leather if she trusted them? There was no point!

Wendy wanted kisses. She wanted their lips peppering her skin in sweet touches. She wanted to taste them against her tongue and moan into their mouths and listen to their grunts and groans as they moved within her.

“I want kisses instead,” Wendy demanded. “I wanna see you come for me,” she begged, tugging on the mask, but he refused to let it go. He stared into her gaze, their breaths panting together for a long moment before he finally released his hold.

Triumphant, Wendy threw the damned thing toward the entrance, watched as it flopped against the fabric before falling unceremoniously to the blankets.