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Nic and Tate shared a look, and what she would give to be able to read their minds just then.

“Are you sure? It’s okay to take it slow,” Nic pressed, and Tate nodded enthusiastically.

Wendy nodded. “As long as I can see you, it’ll be okay,” she whispered.

Giving up in that moment felt too much like letting the Sterling Pack win.

Tate shared one last look with Nic, before turning back to her. “Hmph doom wabba doom tiss?”

Wendy stared at him blankly, processing the garbled speech behind the guard. She blinked.

Nic chuckled, his warmth sliding back behind her as his hands smoothed down her shoulders. “I think I have an idea.”

“Oof!” she squeaked as Nic wrapped his arms around her waist and pulled her back into him.

Remaining still, Tate sat back on his knees and just… watched.

Watched as Nic teased her nipples and kissed her neck. His gaze was heavy, like another touch as Nic slid a hand between her legs and dragged a finger up her folds. The residual arousal and orgasm from her first were spread over her clit. With too slow, careful movements, Nic teased her until her breath was once again short and her hips were rocking into his touch, wanting more of the hard length she could feel against her lap.

Tate was the most patient alpha she’d ever seen, and Wendy was treated to the best seat in the house as she watched Tate’s length fill and harden yet again, all for her.

He didn’t even move when Nic maneuvered them until she sat on his cock. Sliding down his length slowly, Wendy paid attention to every inch, the way he filled her achingly slow, made her want more.

Drifting her gaze open, she watched Tate through half lidded eyes as he stroked himself to her.

It was empowering, mesmerizing, the way she affected him.

The back of her thighs met Nic’s lap, and she exhaled slowly, walls clenching down on him as she adjusted to his size.

“I guess Tate’s still waiting, hm?” Nic huffed at the back of her neck. “Ready?”

Wendy didn’t know what for, but she found herself nodding anyway, horny curiosity getting the best of her.

Slowly, Nic lay flat and pulled her with him, until her back was to his chest and she was staring at the ceiling.

Once she was settled in place, Nic trailed his hands down to her hips, the front of her thighs, where with one hand, he motioned for Tate to come closer, and with the other, spread her thighs wide, opening them up for Tate’s hungry gaze.

Wendy whimpered at the odd angle, at the way she squeezed around him in reaction. Their hips stilled when Nic got them situated, and then…

Tate moved in, grabbing her ankles in a firm hold and pushing her knees out and back. It opened her even more, stretched her tighter around Nic’s cock.

The beta’s hands bit into her hips, but it was nothing compared to the bite of pleasure as he withdrew his cock and thrust in with a quick shift of his hips. It pushed a moan from her throat, and Wendy couldn’t even reach Tate to hold onto him. Her only choice was the sheets, and she pulled and tugged at them as Nic worked his cock in and out of her in short, harsh thrusts that made her breath catch.

Wendy boldly assumed Nic was going to fuck her first, maybe make her come again before Tate got his turn.

She realized how wrong she was when Nic slid his cock from her.

A protest fell from her lips before the head of another cock pressed at her core. It quickly faded into another loud moan as she realized the new stretch was from Tate. Not Nic.

He was shaped differently or something—fuck, she just knew it was Tate, and she lifted her head, glancing between them all. Too gone to filter herself, Wendy let out a moan at the sight of Tate disappearing inside her.

The angle was so different, rubbing against her in different ways than Nic did. Tate only teased her, thrusting inside her and out a handful of times before slipping out of her completely.

She whined, breath catching in her throat at the sensation of Nic notching himself back at her core before tilting her hips and rolling his up into her. It sent him sliding deep, the slick from her arousal and previous orgasm more than enough to ease the glide.

Wendy glanced back down, speared on her beta’s cock while Tate waited patiently. Flushed a deep red, the head disappeared in and out of Tate’s fist as he slowly stroked himself. She shamelessly stared, watched precum bead on the tip in a creamy drop as Nic moved within her. His thumb swiped over it, and she followed his hand as he brought it toward her.

She already knew what he wanted and stuck her tongue out, swiping it against the offered thumb before she sucked it into her mouth. The salty taste of him burst on her taste buds, and Wendy bucked into a particularly harsh thrust.