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“But I wanted to,” she argued. “So shut up and let me ask you the fucking question,” she snapped. Her cheeks flamed as the alpha’s lips twitched.

Nic chuckled. “Okay, okay, we’ll shut up. What do you want to ask us?”

Wendy swallowed, fixing her gaze above their heads, on the door, too shy to meet their gazes. What if she saw something she didn’t want to see when she asked?

“We’re a pack, yeah?” she asked, and continued before they could answer. “Or, at least we’re going to be. When we move into the house and retrieve all Grif’s chickens. It’ll be us and the Stoners all under one roof, and we’re gonna make the four walls our own, and in the meantime, were gonna be doing the same thing with your gym. And I just can’t help but wonder why we don’t do it as… a pack.” She dropped her attention back to the alpha and beta staring up at her, brows drawn and eyes serious. “A bonded one.”

Nic stretched out a hand and palmed the back of her left thigh, pulling her down onto them. Wendy slotted a thigh between each of their own, straddling both of them at once.

“Wendy…” Nic began, Adam’s apple bobbing as he swallowed. “You want to bond us?”

She nodded. “And that’s not all,” she whispered. Lifting a hand, she covered the unwanted mark on her neck. “Tate and Arlo told me that a bond mark can be overridden in only one way.” Turning her gaze to Griffith’s dark one, she held his attention with her next words. “By another alpha’s bite.”

The alpha’s nostrils flared as he sucked in an audible breath. “Me?”

“I feel like it’s only fair, since the two of you kinda… saved me. So I want it to be Nic’s bond too. I want to feel him too and I understand if it’s a lot, too much, even, and—”

“Wendy,” Griffith said, voice so low she couldn’t not stop talking to hear what he had to say. His fingers slid into hers and squeezed. “As cheesy as this is about to sound, I am so fucking honored you would ask.” His voice was little more than a rasp. “You, more than anyone, know how permanent this is.”

She nodded solemnly, heart pounding.

“I never thought you would want to bond, it never even crossed my mind, because of what you’ve been through,” Nic told her. “But I am so in. I wish I could give you my own bite.”

Wendy’s lips wobbled as waves of emotions knocked her around like a rushing tide. “You can, if you want.” She laughed, swallowing back her tears. “How do you feel about tattoos? Of our bites.”

His eyes widened. “I—that’s genius,” Nic gushed.

They pulled her into a hug, both their arms wrapping around her and petting her and trading kisses until she was one happy omega.

Eventually, the merchandise she’d printed ended up on the floor, along with her new shirt. And their new shirts. And their old shirts, pants, shoes.

They left a trail on their way to the bedroom, where Nic had traded his old bed in for a bigger one, to fit him and Wendy and Griffith when the alpha was in town. Which was a lot more often than any of them realized.

It was the perfect size for them to tumble around on.

Sliding their tongues and bodies together, trading places and teasing each other. It was pretty much a perfect bed. Or maybe it was the alpha and beta that made it perfect.

“Do you want your bites in the same place?” Griffith questioned, appearing above Nic, who was on top of her.

She paused from grinding into her beta, his cock hard and hot between her legs. His head was buried in her neck, and he groaned, moving his hips backward, pushing them into the hands of the alpha who had been stretching him open with his fingers.

Nic nodded against her, and she opened and closed her mouth a few times.

“You’re gonna bite us now? Right now?” Wendy asked. “I thought you and Nic would want… privacy. It’s your bond.”

“It’s our bond,” Nic corrected her, huffed into her throat. He pulled back to meet her gaze, eyes glossy with pleasure, lips red from her kisses. “We want you here, because you’re part of this—us—now.”

“And I want you to know it won’t hurt. I want you to watch Nic when I sink my teeth in.”

Nic visibly shivered at the alpha’s words, and Wendy’s core tightened with arousal, her nails digging into his upper arms. She knew when Griffith entered Nic from the way he froze above her, the way he held his breath and lowered his head back to her neck.

Their scents meshed in the room, creating a lovely combination that only made her blood hotter, made her want them more.

The first smack of Grif’s hips against Nic made her jolt, and the three of them moved as one. Nic’s tiny pants of air in her ear, Grif’s soft grunts, the slap of their bodies, it was the prettiest symphony.

Nic’s cock was hard against her, sliding between her folds but not sliding inside. Yet.

Suddenly Nic’s head was missing from her neck, and she blinked to find him on his knees with Griffith, the alpha’s hand fisted in his beta’s hair, the other wrapped around his hip, fingers digging in.