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She gazed up at him, studying his heavy-lidded eyes, his swollen pink lips.

“Don’t make me wait,” she warned.

All morning she’d been waiting, but for what, she hadn’t known, until now. A knotted toy wasn’t the same as a flesh and blood beta, and now that Nic was here, she didn’t want to wait.

Nic paused above her, and she took advantage of it. She wrapped a leg around his hip and pushed his shoulder, rolling them. It was clumsy, but she landed on top of him and squeezed her thighs around his hips.

“You wanna know what I’ve been doing all morning?” she asked, sliding her hands down his sides with teasing taps from her fingertips.

Nic nodded, smirking up at her, and she wanted to erase that smirk off his face.

Leaning down, she whispered in his ear. “I’ve been fucking myself, trading out toys because none of them could do what you’re about to. And you better fucking do it well,” she warned, but it was more like a raspy plea. She wanted this beta, and she would have him.

Wendy took her place above him. With too much want and too little patience, she lowered herself over him and slid her hips back and forth, trapping his cock against his stomach.

The wetness from her own arousal coated them both, and Nic groaned underneath her. The sound was low and deep and told her he wanted this as much as she did.

His hands lifted to grip her hips, fingertips digging into her flesh as he rocked her back and forth on him. A moan spilled out of her, and just having him this close was better than any of her toys.

“Condom?” he asked on a raspy breath.

“No, I’ve—” Wendy paused.

Been on the pill, is what she wanted to say.

It was what she should have been able to say.

But her alphas had taken that from her, and it was like a cold bucket of water dumped over her.

Wendy had frozen, and Nic lifted his hands away. But she could still feel his warmth, and she still wanted but she… she didn’t.

“Nic, I changed my mind,” she whispered.

Nic remained very still beneath her, and it made her want to cry.

“That’s okay, it’s okay,” he soothed, his voice barely audible.

Her throat constricted, and she swallowed sharply. “I…” Wendy couldn’t get any words to come out, she just hurt. Her chest was tight as she sucked down a shallow breath.

“Can I move?” Nic asked.

That was when Wendy realized she was still straddling him, though her arousal had dried up and he was soft. “Yeah, I’m s—”

“Don’t say it,” he said as she rolled off of him and crawled beneath her new blankets. They didn’t smell like anything yet, at least not enough.

“You don’t have anything to apologize for,” he stated, voice soft.

Wendy’s eyes watered. She didn’t know what to say. Her chest still hurt and her breathing was hard, and Nic was so nice and he was slowly getting off the bed before he collected his clothes and dressed quickly.

“Thank you.” Her voice came out in a wobble, and she laid her head on her knees.

“For what?” Nic questioned.

Wendy didn’t even know what. For stopping her before it was too late? She shook her head, unable to admit any of it aloud yet.

“Do you want me to stay?”

Picking her head up, Wendy found Nic fully dressed and standing across the room.