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The hand on her hip lowered to the back of her left thigh and tugged her even more off balance.

Satisfied he was as turned on as she was, Wendy lowered her head again, keeping her gaze trained on Tate, on the hand keeping him quiet and erasing any threat of a bite. She knew Tate wouldn’t ever do something like what her alphas had done, but trying to tell her brain the same thing was impossible.

Where she rocked herself over his thigh, she felt his dark hair tease the sensitive skin of her thighs, and to her not so surprising horror, began to notice her wetness dampening the same hair. Every time she shifted her hips forward, Tate gripped her left thigh and ground her over him. His cock was hard against the soft skin of her thigh, and she heard his breath shudder behind Nic’s hand.

Her pussy fluttered around nothing, and she chased away the emptiness with another grind of Tate’s thigh, her clit throbbing with each jolt of pressure.

Suddenly Tate abandoned her waist, and she lifted her eyelids—when had she closed them—and had to bite down on her lip to muffle a moan as he pinched her nipples through the large tee she was wearing.

Pleasure sizzled through her veins, stealing her breath and ruining her rhythm as she felt the first flutters of an orgasm.

Nic’s voice slid across her senses, all gravelly from arousal as he whispered, “Come on now, use him like you want to.”

Tate groaned behind his hand, and heat pierced Wendy right between the thighs at his words, at the meaning of them.

The alpha ground his hips up, meeting her on each downward thrust to jostle her against him.

The orgasm rushed up on her, building and building with each shift of her hips or tweak of Tate’s fingers, with every huff he made muffled behind Nic’s hand.

Wendy cried out as she peaked, as the tension finally shattered within her.

Nic’s soft voice was in the background as she clawed her fingers into Tate’s chest and chased the last pulses of pleasure on his thigh. At some point she felt him tense beneath her, and slid her eyes open just in time to watch Nic’s fingers bite into his cheeks at the same time he bucked, cock still trapped beneath the waistband but pulsing as he came, spilling onto his stomach as she shamelessly watched.

They stilled, and over the sound of her pounding heart was their hushed breaths. Nic’s hand slowly slid from Tate’s mouth, and another thread of heat tightened her core at the marks left by his fingers.

“I just came in my pants. I’m no better than an actual teenager,” Tate whined, throwing an arm over his face.

Nic snorted. “At least she was touching you when you came.”

Wendy’s gaze jerked to Nic’s covered figure before she could stop herself. Call her greedy, but the notion of making Nic come without ever touching him was downright delicious.

“That was… hot,” Wendy supplied, letting herself fall to the side and bouncing into the blankets beside Tate.

“New for me,” Tate said with a chuckle.

“What’s that mean?” Nic asked.

Wendy wanted to second his question. What did that mean?

Tate arched a brow. “Well, I mean, usually I’m the one doing the bossing,” Tate said. “It was surprisingly hot not to be calling the shots.”

Nic’s brows rose.

“You don’t have to look so surprised.”

But Wendy tuned out, her mind already following the rabbit trail he’d revealed. He called the shots… when he was with Arlo?

Oh my god.

A girl could only get so fucking horny.

And that was how two grown ass men walked out of the living room with cum in their shorts.

Chapter 26

ARLO

Arlo wished he could say he regretted getting out of the nest early to help Griffith do morning stuff. But after watching his mate and Wendy flirt all night… shit. Since the first time he’d met the omega, Arlo saw her shoulders relax. Maybe it was the joints they passed until a comfortable ease settled over the whole room.