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Arousal struck her anew at the thought of his mate’s cum easing his way.

About to be our mate.

Whereas Arlo had been slow and purposeful with each thrust, Tate wasn’t interested in taking it easy, at least not right then. Not with pleasure zinging through every cell in her body.

Every slap of Tate’s hips against her ass made the bond mark burn, made brand-new pleasure thread through her, tangling with the ecstasy from Arlo’s teasing lips and teeth and tongue on her breasts.

The blond alpha’s grip on her thigh was so tight that she hoped his fingerprints would be left behind.

Breathy pants and moans poured from her lips with every plunge, with every nudge of Arlo’s thumb over her clit.

“Come on, please,” Wendy begged, the precipice growing closer and closer.

She could feel Tate behind her, inside her, within her, his bond bright and strong just like the alpha himself. A mix of affection and love and a little desperation coalesced into one, snowballing into one emotion after the other.

The sting of pleasure from her oversensitive nipples zapped right to her core, and each strum of her clit in time with Tate’s thrusts made her tremor between them.

Wendy dug her nails into Arlo’s shoulder, scraping them along his skin, to the back of his neck. He shifted lower, nuzzling the underside of her full breast and nipping.

She jolted at the sensation, and it dawned on her if just that tiny nip affected her so, what the fuck was the—

Arlo’s teeth clamped around the underside of her breast, obliterating her thoughts as the initial pain mixed with pleasure, with Tate’s stuttering rhythm, and finally sent her over the edge.

Wendy laid her head back against Tate’s shoulder as his cock dragged against her walls and his knot ground against her entrance once, twice, a final, third time before he slammed in, cock pulsing as she shattered around him.

His knot pressed against her core, but didn’t pop inside, only giving her something to grind against as wave after wave of ecstasy made her lids flutter.

Arlo lapped at the bite mark, soothing the sting and closing the wound. The bond snapped into place like a rubber band, quick and permanent. Instantly, their shared emotions flared up, and pressure heated behind her eyes.

“No more crying,” Arlo whispered, and left her bond mark alone with one final gentle kiss before he trailed his lips up to her cheeks. He kissed the stray tears away until she blinked up at him, aftershocks still making her quiver around Tate.

The alpha behind her pressed kiss after kiss to her shoulder, and she reveled in the utter perfection of her bonds.

They were each so special, she didn’t know how to put it into words.

“We know.” Tate’s voice drifted over her skin, and she swallowed, throat catching against the swell of emotion. “We love you so fucking much, Wendy.”

“I love you too,” she breathed. “I love you too.”

Saying it once wasn’t enough. Hell, not even twice. Saying it twenty times a day for the rest of her life wouldn’t be enough.

But she guessed that was what the bonds were for.

They petted and stroked her hair and murmured little sweet things to her that made her heart do acrobatics. Her pulse slowed down and her sweat slicked skin began to get chilly, but she was happy to lay in the pile of blankets with her new bond mates for like… ever.

However, life had other plans.

A ping of amusement lit up her bond with Nic and Griffith, and her eyes shot wide at the same time she heard a car door slam outside.

“Oh shit. They’re back! They’re here!” Wendy hissed, rolling off the blissful alphas and sitting to the side. They hopped into action, racing around the room to gather and separate their clothes.

“Oww, you said it wouldn’t hurt,” she whined as the blanket irritated her ass. She frowned, lifting to her knees and twisting to look behind her as if she could see anything.

From the corner of her eye, Tate paled, fear dripping into the bond, and she couldn’t help the laugh that slipped out. “I’m just teasing.”

He visibly relaxed, and Wendy squealed as he charged over and picked her up.

Instinctively, she wrapped her legs around his waist, and he carefully laid his hand against the bite mark.