Page 159 of All Packed Up

Fire flamed beneath her skin as her need intensified, as her core clenched around nothing, as the orgasm only faded away to make room for another.

Wendy moaned as the warmth finally washed over her head to toe, flushed her skin and cheeks as she tightened her fingers over Arlo’s shoulders. “I’m in heat,” she gasped. “It’s here.”

Distantly, she heard something hit the ground before footsteps raced. A slammed door?

Her clothes were suddenly too much for her sensitive skin, and she began tugging at her shirt. “Off,” she panted, too hot, skin too sensitive.

The air felt cool as it hit her exposed skin, but it didn’t help her any. If anything, it made the heat intensify, as if it were trying to fucking burn her alive from the inside out.

Arlo’s touch was so gentle but rushed as he tried to help her get comfortable. The bra was her worst enemy, and she swore when her nipples hit the cool air, tightening even more.

“Arlo,” she breathed, and then he was there, mouth slipping against hers. His taste was practically drugging, and she drank him down like syrup. She was so sensitive, everything was heightened. From the way she felt her hair slide against her skin to the way Arlo’s tongue dueled with hers.

She pulled back to breathe, heard the slam of a door and more than one set of steps.

Wendy laid her head against Arlo’s chest, scenting the others as they opened the nest.

“Well, guys, this is what we’ve been waiting for,” she said with a chuckle.

Tate’s scent grew stronger, and Wendy felt the mattress dip beneath a new weight. Then he was at her side, nostrils flaring.

“Wendy, you still have all the say in the world. You still want us here?”

Leaning toward the alpha, she laid her palm against his cheek, felt the scratch of his shadow, wanted it between her thighs. “I appreciate you saying that. But I will literally take very personal offense if you don’t stay to help me through my heat,” she stated.

Nic snorted in the background. “Well, you heard the omega. She’s the boss here.”

The word made her pause. She was the boss. She didn’t have to beg for anything, these alphas cared enough to make sure she got it. To make sure she felt safe and secure enough to carry out the heat with them.

“Yeah,” she agreed, clearing her throat and adding more volume with her excitement. “Yeah, I’m the boss! And I want you to fuck me,” she added, eyeing Tate and Arlo.

The mated alphas chuckled, the mixing sounds light and smooth.

“Do you need me here?” Nic asked, and she sat back, angling her body so she could see him better. Unfortunately, the movement made her aware of how wet she was, and she sucked in a breath. Arlo shifted beneath her, and Wendy remembered she wasn’t the only one waiting.

Nic’s hair was mussed, amber gaze buried under the furrow of his brow.

“Obviously,” she answered. Like she was going to do this heat without her beta?

“Told you,” she heard from outside the tent.

From the mussed hair and swollen lips, she had to hope the talk went well.

“We’ll put the groceries away and be back, okay?”

Wendy nodded, trusting Tate to hold down the fort until he got back. Or tent, as it was.

“If you need us before then, say the word and we’re here.”

“Any word?” she asked, feeling a laugh bubble up as she heard Griffith groan from outside the tent.

“Don’t say it,” Griffith warned, the culprit of Nic’s messy hair.

Reminded of their trip in the car, she laughed, but the warmth curling through her center was growing hotter by the moment. Spurred on by the idea of Nic and Grif finally working things out, Wendy’s core tightened as her body demanded she get this show on the road.

Nic’s smile said all kinds of things at that moment. He was proud of her for trusting them, happy she was letting herself have what she wanted.

But the words he chose to say were, “You kids have fun now,” as he began to lower the fabric.