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It was over just as quickly as it had begun, a tease.

Because the real fun began as Arlo slid himself between her thighs, as she rolled her hips into him, urging him closer.

The head of his cock nudged her core, and Wendy let loose a moan as he pressed forward. He entered her one delicious inch at a time, until he took the place of Tate’s hand and curled her leg over him.

It changed the angle in the slightest bit, but it was enough that she surged forward to taste the pleasure straight from Arlo’s lips. His brows were furrowed as he focused, and she tremored between them, held in a limbo of stillness, waiting for him to move.

Wendy squeezed around him, tightening her muscles, and hiding a grin in the kiss as he groaned.

Then he began to move. He withdrew his hips, until just the head of his cock speared her, before he plunged forward. It knocked the breath out of her on a whine before he repeated the motion again with a punch. Each time was a slow withdraw, a quick snap of hips.

Arlo’s intense rhythm made it hard to think, to focus on anything but the way he carved himself deeper inside her with each thrust.

At least until she felt Tate brush his lips over her shoulder again, nipping gently before dragging his lips down her side. To her lower back.

With her leg draped over Arlo, it created enough room for Tate to… to…

“Bite me,” she whined, the words spilling against Arlo’s lips. “Do it,” she begged.

Arlo’s hips stuttered against hers, and she felt something brush between her legs.

With a lazy glance, she realized Tate had a hand between her legs, but he wasn’t teasing her.

No, he was teasing his mate. With a dark chuckle, he played with Arlo’s balls and the sensitive spot behind them.

“Fucker,” Arlo bit out. “Don’t you already have a job?”

“I can multitask,” he teased.

Arlo groaned, and Wendy couldn’t help the affectionate smile that tried to curl her lips.

Until Arlo fucked it right off her face with another harsh thrust.

The alpha pulsed inside her, hips stuttering before he solidified the rhythm, even with Tate playing dirty.

“Is he gonna do it?” she asked him, and Arlo’s midnight gaze dragged to hers, searching her expression.

All he would find there was want. Want and pleasure and excitement.

Every time Tate nipped her skin, she jumped, thinking this was it. But it wasn’t, and she wanted it.

Arlo must have found what he wanted, because he nodded, taking her lips again with a new ferocity, making her breath weak.

“Yeah, he’s gonna do it,” Arlo breathed into the kiss.

Wendy whined, every drag of his cock within tightening that coil of pleasure. Like a bottle of champagne, she was absolutely shaking between these alphas, ready for everything that came next.

Tate waited. And waited.

Arlo worked himself in and out of her, until Wendy’s head fell forward against him, her orgasm fizzing closer and closer to the top, until she felt she might—

Tate waited until the beginnings of an orgasm made her cry out before he struck.

Her moan dialed up into a shout at the pinch of pain, as his teeth buried into her skin with a pop.

She burst.

As she came, quivering around Arlo, he was close behind, Tate’s torture and teasing finally proving to be too much for both of them as they shattered together. As his hips slowed, and with one last thrust, he spilled hot inside her.