“What are you doing here?” I blurt out. Sure, he has a key, but he doesn’t normally use it.
He shrugs, unfolding his arms, his fingers loosely draped over the arms of the chair he’s filling. “Just wanted to check on you after last night.”
I wet my lips and glance at Chad. I don’t have to say what I’m thinking, because we are on the same wavelength. This is an opportunity. And maybe I’m just horny, but I can’t let this pass us up.
“We’re fine, as you can see,” Chad says, pulling me closer to him again. I melt into him, and Mason watches us like a man starving.
My heart races, and my stomach dips. This is real. There’s no going back if we push forward. And I’m pretty sure I’m good with that. Because I’ve wanted Mason since I was a teen. Excitement and something else runs through my veins as he stands up and moves slowly across the room.
His mouth works with words that don’t come out, and a warmth shines from his eyes. “I can see that.”
Before he can cross the space and disappear out the door, I say, “You don’t have to leave.”
His mouth kicks up on one side and he lifts a brow.
“Yeah, stay, you’ll have a front-row seat,” Chad says.
It’s an echo of last night, and my skin tightens at the idea of not being interrupted. Mason’s breath hitches slightly, the flicker of something crossing his face before he covers it. Heswallows, gaze flicking between us like he’s weighing his options. The awareness of one another thrums in the air like a crackling live wire, waiting for someone to reach out and touch it.
My stomach does a somersault, and I drag my finger down Chad’s chest. “Unless you’re not interested.” My pulse echoes in my ears as my heart slams against my rib cage.
His eyes darken, and he takes another step toward us. “Who says I’m not?”
“Well, come on then,Alpha,” Chad says as he tilts my face back up to his and kisses me slowly.
I’m going to burst into flames.
I smell Mason before I can feel him. His marshmallows cooking over a fire musk envelopes us, and Chad whimpers into my mouth, breaking off the kiss with a gasp as Mason presses against him from behind.
“This time I’m going to tell you what to do,Pretty Boy,” Mason murmurs low and sexy. “And you’re going to listen like a good little omega.”
“What if I like being bad?” Chad replies.
“You’ll like being good even better this time,” he promises. “Kiss our girl.”
Our girl.Me.He’s talking aboutme.
Have I dreamt of this? Yes, a million and one times. But I never thought it would happen. Not with Lan and his feelings on the topic. And not with Mason, who would never overstep his friendship with my brother like that. Until now. What’s different now?
I don’t have time to think about it. In fact, all of my thoughts evaporate like water off of hot pavement the second Chad does what he’s told. His palms cup my cheeks as he kisses me, and Mason’s fingers ghost over my left side, gliding under my shirt and along my skin, leaving goosebumps in their wake.
“Good,” Mason rumbles. “Now touch her.”
The combination of their fingers dragging over my skin sends shockwaves through me. A soft moan is swallowed by Chad as he deepens the kiss. His trimmed nails curl along my waist as he pulls me closer to him.
Chad’s fingers press tighter against my hips, his kiss deepening even more, almost desperately. But it’s Mason’s voice—low and commanding, filled with a dark edge I’m not used to—that keeps me on the edge.
“That’s it,” Mason murmurs against Chad’s ear, his tone molten lava as it washes over us. “Keep her right there, make her feel everything.”
I’m going to die. Just his heated words make me feel like I’m going to combust. Can you come from words alone?
I gasp when Mason circles us, standing next to us, his hands finding their way beneath my shirt again, this time tracing my spine, his touch both gentle and possessive. Chad responds instantly, his touch more insistent, trembling slightly with his need.
“You’re so good at following orders, Pretty Boy,” he says, his lips grazing over Chad’s throat, making him visibly shiver beneath the touch of his lips. “Now show her how much you want this.”
Chad pulls back, his eyes half-lidded, his pupils blown wide. And I know I probably look the same. Desire and pure lust shines from his eyes as he stares at me. It makes me forget that I haven’t done anything like this before and makes me want to jump head-first into the deep end.
Mason’s fingers continue lower down my back, tracing my spine. Sending spirals of pleasure to settle between my legs. His hand goes lower still, his voice rumbling in his chest. “Touch her lower. Make her beg.”
