Page 116 of All Packed Up

The beta swallowed her moan as Tate circled his lips around her clit and nursed, stirring her pleasure to new heights as a finger slid between her folds and nudged at her core.

It all felt amazing, the pleasure swirling around her in dizzying, cap-sized waves, and Wendy knew it’d only be a matter of seconds before she went under.

Wendy bucked into Tate as he dipped the finger into her slick, smoothing it back over her clit. He worked both his tongue and his finger over her, the new sensation making her quiver between them.

Nic nipped her bottom lip, releasing her so she could catch her breath. “Feel good?”

She nodded, biting her lip at the sight of Tate between her thighs. It muffled her next moan as he speared her with that same finger, her walls clenching around the single digit.

“More,” she breathed, and Tate’s blue eyes lifted to hers.

With their gazes locked, he unfurled and pressed a second finger to her core when he withdrew, only to thrust back in with both.

Wendy snuffed that moan too, embarrassed at how easily she melted between these two.

Nic put an end to her silence as he turned her back to face him, thumbing at her lip to pull it from between her teeth. “Let it out.”

Heat flared in her cheeks, warmed her chest as she imagined Arlo and Griffith listening downstairs. They knew what was happening just a floor above them, but that was different than hearing it.

“But—ah!” She gasped out a high-pitched breath as Tate scissored his fingers inside her.

“But what? The others?” Nic asked.

Tate nipped her inner thigh, crooked his fingers inside her until he pulled another sound from her before lifting his head. “Does it bother you? The thought of them hearing us?”

Wendy’s first instinct was to nod, but Tate felt the way she fluttered around him at his words. She kept her lips sealed, attempting to untangle her own emotions so she could think for herself.

The Sterling Pack had been obsessed with volume control, lest they disturbed another of the alphas on an important call or something.

But here… between Nic and Tate who clearly did not care, who wanted her to be loud… Wendy knew there was no real reason to keep quiet.

She could be as loud as she wanted.

“I don’t think it… does,” she finally admitted after a long moment. The thought of Arlo and Griffith actively listening as these two molded her like clay between them was… intoxicating.

“Good,” Tate said softly. He nipped her thigh once more before lowering his head back to her pussy, slicking his tongue between her folds and zeroing in on her clit as he corkscrewed his fingers into her.

Nic’s fingers returned to torment the tips of her breasts until she was a whining, pleading puddle between them.

Wendy let the sounds pour out of her throat. Pleas and moans and breathy encouragement, she didn’t care if it carried through the closed door and to the alphas on the first floor.

All she cared about, all she could think about or focus on was the pleasure they stirred up within her. The way Nic thumbed her nipples, every caress amplifying the ecstasy Tate thrust into her.

He wrapped his lips around her, and with the point of his tongue worked a rhythm over the swollen bud of her clit.

Waves of pleasure filled her as the orgasm floating just out of reach suddenly crested before crashing down upon her.

With a drawn out cry, Wendy shattered around Tate’s fingers, shuddering in Nic’s lap as they kneaded her back into the mold of her own body between lips and tongue and talented fingers.

She was slack in Nic’s lap by the time the pleasure faded to a dull roar of white noise between her ears. Blinking her eyes open drowsily, she found Tate’s bright blues staring down at her.

“Was that—”

Before he could finish the silly question, Wendy threw herself at him, sitting up and wrapping her arms around his shoulders.

She kissed him, his lips still warm, the taste of herself on his tongue deliciously filthy. Nic’s palms traced the globes of her ass, and her lips curled into the kiss.

Cheeky beta.