Page 182 of All Packed Up

“Oh, shit,” a voice cursed vehemently, and Wendy blinked her eyes open as Tate peeked into the Tent. “Arlo, look,” he whispered and tugged the alpha into the tent with him.

Wendy whined at the idea of having an audience, embarrassed but unable to ignore the arousal that flickered at the idea.

“Oh fuck,” Nic gasped again. “She liked that.”

Her cheeks heated as Nic utterly betrayed her. The alphas grinned to themselves as they settled down in the tent.

“You smug fuckers,” Wendy muttered, fighting a lazy smile. “Didn’t bring popcorn?”

Her affection laden question went unanswered, but she probably wouldn’t have heard it anyway, not over Nic’s moan, echoed by her own as he withdrew his hips and slowly eased back inside.

Alongside Grif’s finger, it was a brand-new sensation, rubbing her walls in all the right ways and making her shiver between them.

After Wendy’s drawn out whine faded, she panted, “Oh, he liked that,” to Griffith.

The beta’s laugh was little more than a huff of breath, her chest swelling with affection as he nipped her shoulder in response.

Being with them was so effortless, so natural. Wendy had never known it could be like this, and she never wanted another heat unless it was as perfect as this one.

Even knowing what—who—was waiting for her on the other side of it, she had never felt so good. So cherished and cared for like she was with these men.

Griffith added another finger to her core, except this time he waited for Nic to withdraw before thrusting in along Nic.

The stretch was perfect, and her mouth dropped open in another gasp, making the perfect opportunity for Grif to kiss her, to lap at her lips and tongue with the same arousal fueled desperation she felt.

He held her lips hostage until he was three fingers deep, drawing and sipping the cries, whines, and needy pleas directly from her lips as he scissored them, stretching her alongside Nic and making them both crazed.

By the time he made room for a breath, Wendy glanced over at the two mated alphas, at their slack jaws and fingers clawed into the sheets.

“If you’re going to watch, at least make it worth my while,” Wendy complained, though the breathy moan the words spilled out on took away any of the heat she’d intended.

She was so wet, arousal dripping from her core and slicking up Nic’s cock and Grif’s fingers and her thighs and Nic’s balls and—it was wonderful. The slippery slide of them against each other only aroused her more, made her dance in their grip as she tried to urge them to hurry.

When her eyes fluttered open in between thrusts, she saw Tate and Arlo still motionless, but the bulges of their arousal were obvious.

“Well?” Wendy asked, and their gazes dragged up her body to her face. “Get your fucking dicks out,” she whined. “Touch each other!”

Tate and Arlo blinked as Wendy’s breath was knocked out of her as Grif nudged her stretched opening with his cock.

“Ready?” the alpha asked.

Wendy nodded, dragging the hand against the floor to the side of Griffith’s neck and framing the thick column.

Wendy felt his cockhead press against her core, stretching her alongside Nic. It was so much more than his fingers had been, making her breath catch in anticipation of the burn.

But it never came.

She only felt the pressure of being filled, felt every veined inch of Griffith’s cock work his way in beside Nic, until his knot tapped against her.

She let out a breath she hadn’t intended to hold, squeezed around them, and cried out at the fullness.

“Please, please, please,” she chanted, knowing there was more.

And more they gave.

Nic was the first to move, sliding out achingly slow, dragging against her walls and Grif’s cock. The alpha purred, a low vibration that resonated in her own chest, rumbled against her skin and made her tremor against him.

Nic stopped with only the head of his cock inside of her, barely keeping her open around both of them, before he slid back inside in one smooth move, jostling them all against another.