Page 181 of All Packed Up

“Well, that was a little anticlimactic,” she complained.

Griffith snickered and shifted closer.

“Not for long,” he teased, and dropped his other hand from her shoulder. “Roll over, both of you.”

Wendy slowly sat up, biting her lip at the feeling of Nic dragging against her as he slid out of her. But she didn’t go far. He wrapped his hands around her waist and tugged her backwards. Her squeak echoed around the tent as he wrestled her to the blankets, pulling her onto her side.

Grif filled the space in front of her, and Wendy was suddenly caged between them again, stirring the warmth that never dissipated. Their cocks were hard and heavy as they pressed against her, and she rocked between them.

One of their hands slid down her side, to the outer part of her leg before slipping between her thighs and lifting her leg. Wendy bit her lip, letting her head fall forward to Grif’s chest as Nic nudged back at her core.

“Ah,” she gasped, oversensitive but so needy, so wanting.

It was as if her need was never ending, and the fresh desire that speared her at the same time Nic’s cock slid back inside her in one smooth move made her eyes well with tears.

They were good tears, relief even as arousal flooded her, slicked her thighs where Grif held her open, fingers digging in for a better hold.

Wendy whined, no words, only a desperate sound for more. She dropped one hand behind her, grasping at sweat slicked flesh and scoring her nails across the muscle of Nic’s hip, urging him to keep moving.

The beta obeyed, and she quivered around him as he began pumping in and out of her. At first it was a little sloppy, the uneven pace chipping away at her patience. She dug her nails in harder.

Nic slid an arm between her and Griffith, grasping the shoulder resting against the mattress, and held her tight. He replaced Grif’s hold on her thigh with his own, and his next thrust knocked the breath right out of her, and she went lax in his hold as he speared in and out of her.

“That’s it,” Griffith breathed, and Wendy shivered at his tone dark with want.

The alpha’s hard cock brushed against her stomach, but she was hardly paying attention as Nic smacked his hips against hers.

“I have a confession,” Griffith whispered, and Wendy snapped her gaze up to his at the same moment she felt his hand brush between her legs. “We conspired,” he admitted, framing his fingers in a V around her entrance, Nic’s cock sliding between them to enter her. Wendy babbled a whine as the alpha ground his palm against her clit, pleasure surging as another orgasm threatened to pull her under.

He kneaded her like she was goddamn dough, her hypersensitivity too much beneath his attentive touch, and the pleasure sucked her under as Nic snapped his hips into hers, smacking against Grif’s fingers and making him grind against her clit. She let her head fall limp against Nic’s chest, mouth parted on a cry as she rolled her hips between them, pleasure washing over her in undulating waves.

“Fuck, Wendy,” Nic gasped above her head, hips frozen as she squeezed around his cock. “You feel so goddamn amazing,” he said, pressing a kiss to her chaotic hair.

She preened at the praise.

Grif waited until her orgasm had subsided, and even though she could feel the pulse of Nic’s cock within her, he hadn’t come yet.

She thought they were just switching, as Nic pulled out of her. In his absence she felt the welling of dampness at her core, the aftermath of her release. She jolted in Nic’s arms as a finger brushed between her folds, and she blinked up at the alpha, lip slipping between her teeth. Grif slid first one, then two fingers inside her, dragging them along her walls.

“What are you—” she asked just as he withdrew them, and Nic returned to her entrance. “What—nnf…” Her question melted into a muffled moan as Nic entered her again. He was just as big as her alphas, and she loved every inch of him.

“More?” he asked against her hair, and she nodded.

But her eyes flew open as she felt Grif press a finger wet with her slick at her entrance, notching it against Nic’s cock.

Oh.

She met his gaze, saw the intent there.

Oh.

“Okay?” he asked.

Why use many word when small word do trick? she thought, almost giggling. She felt drunk. Drunk on her heat and the never ending pleasure and the alphas’ and Nic’s attention.

“Okay,” she answered.

Her smile dissolved into an open-mouthed gasp at the stretch of her pussy when Griffith moved the single digit, sliding into her alongside Nic’s cock.