Page 69 of All Packed Up

Nic set an even, torturous pace for the both of them. He loved hearing her breathy gasps skate across the sheets. The sheets belonging to Tate and smelling of creamy wrapped tobacco and early morning smoke. She tugged them closer, bunching them in her fist.

“Do you smell him?” Nic asked, more than a little turned on at the thought.

Wendy stiffened beneath him, her gaze searching his, finding… something. Mirrored arousal? Acceptance?

Whatever it was made her melt beneath him, rubbing her cheek against the sheets. She clenched tight around him and bit her lip to muffle her moans.

“Like the thought of that?” he breathed the question into the air, something about it feeling forbidden.

She was so wet it was slicking the knot and making each smack of their bodies louder, filthier as it echoed around the room.

They probably weren’t being very quiet, and for the briefest second, the others crossed his mind. What were they doing? Were they listening and if so…

It was really wrong to wonder if Grif’s hand was wrapped around his cock as he listened to Nic fuck Wendy. But goddammit if it didn’t make him imagine it anyway s he buried himself in Wendy again.

“Who?” he asked quietly, punctuating the question with a short thrust.

“Tate.”

“Is that all?”

Wendy whined, the sound nothing but a guttural need. “Arlo too.”

“And?”

She pulled her pillow closer, burying her face in it, and rolled her hips back to meet him. “G-Griffith too,” she admitted on a moan.

Nic’s cock pulsed against the silicone ring, and he tilted his head back for patience.

“You want ’em all here?” he asked hoarsely, mostly a tease.

Wendy shook her head, lips parted as she panted with him before burying her face in the scents of the alphas only rooms away.

“I think you do,” he corrected her. “The way you tighten around me when they are mentioned says you do.”

“Cocky shit,” she panted back at him.

Nic grinned and knocked her sassy words right out of her mouth with a short thrust, bumping the knot against her entrance. She gasped, and this time Nic stopped teasing and let her have it.

Wendy cried out as soon as it slipped past her entrance, locking them together. Nic groaned, but had half a mind to lean down and muffle Wendy’s shout with a pillow. Her hand wrapped around his on the pillow that smelled like Arlo as she shattered around him, squeezing tight over and over again as she came.

Nic rocked inside her, nudging the knot against her tight walls and making her cry out again, feeling her squeeze tight around him.

He was responsible for those sounds muffled against the pillows.

Nic leaned down to nip her shoulder and breathe his response in her ear. “I think you want their knots, not this piece of silicone. Have you been thinking about it? Is that why you keep huffing their scents?”

She nodded, rolling her hips against him, shuddering even as she wanted more, digging her nails into the back of his hand.

“I don’t blame you,” he continued, as if he was sharing a secret. Gripping her hips tight, he held her still as he pulled back, bumping the knot against her entrance, watching her mouth slowly open in awe as she jerked with the force of another orgasm. “I’ve been thinking about it too,” he admitted, voice gravelly with the rockslide of sensations.

Wendy fluttered around him, milking him for all he was worth, her breathy pants in the air, forming words that sounded like, “So good, holy fuck, Nic,” she whined, pressed back on him and wiggled her hips for more and goddammit—

Her airy voice and heavy-lidded gaze held his attention as she pleaded, “Nic, please come. Be good for me and com—ah.” She gasped, words trailing off, but her breathy.

Was it the praise that set him off? That drew his balls up even tighter and finally let go. He spilled into Wendy as he rocked their hips together, and he felt her squeeze around him in what must have been another orgasm, or maybe it was just a single continuous one she’d been riding the wave on for so long. It washed over him too, and he muffled his groan in her shoulder, tasting the sweet saltiness to her skin.

When his hips finally stilled, he slid to the bed beside her and pulled her back against him, fake knot still locking in Wendy.