Chad’s breath hitches, his hands obeying, tracing over my bare skin just above my shorts. My body arches into the touch,heat pooling between my legs and my perfume exploding from my pores; as much as each of their unique scents fills the air, mine joins theirs. The combined scent pokes at something inside of me; traces of Dean’s musk still cling to my clothes, and all four of us together. It feels…right…perfect.
His thumbs trace slow, maddening circles over my skin as his kiss draws a needy sound from me.
“Good,” Mason growls. “She likes that. Now let her feel your mouth on her neck.”
Chad’s lips leave mine, and I’m suddenly gasping for air, but before I can catch my breath, his mouth is on my neck, his teeth grazing the sensitive skin there, sending shivers down my spine. My head falls back, exposing my throat to him completely, and his lips follow the path of Mason’s earlier touch.
“See how she responds to you?” Mason’s voice is darker now, filled with satisfaction. “But she’s not just yours today. She’s ours.”
The possessiveness in Mason’s voice sends a thrill through me, and before I can react, his hand moves over Chad’s back, pulling him tighter against both of us.
Mason leans down, his lips brushing Chad’s ear. “Now, make her want to fall apart. Kiss her lower.”
Chad’s lips hesitate for only a second before they leave my neck and trail down, across my collarbone, and lower. I moan softly, arching into him, my fingers tangling in his hair as he follows Mason’s commands without question. Every brush of his mouth, every shift of his body against mine, feels like fire, like I’m about to come undone.
Mason’s hand wraps around my throat lightly, just enough to tilt my head back so he can look at me. His eyes burn with intensity as he speaks, low and rough. “Tell us what you want, Lake. Tell us how much you need this.”
My mouth opens, but no sound comes out at first. The tension coils inside me, tightening with every touch, every kiss, every word. “I—” I can barely speak, the sensations too overwhelming. “I need… both of you.”
Mason’s grip on my throat tightens ever so slightly, his eyes darkening. “Good girl.”
Chad growls against my skin, his lips now trailing over my stomach, and I tremble under his touch. Mason’s fingers brush the line of my jaw, his voice full of that dark promise. “We’re not stopping until you can’t think of anything but us.”
Chad’s hands are everywhere, his lips teasing and demanding, while Mason keeps us both grounded with his firm touch, his words like a pulse through the room.
Mason leans in closer, his breath hot against my ear. “You’re going to come apart for us, aren’t you?”
My whole body shakes with the need to give in, to let go, but before I can, Mason’s hand leaves my throat and grips Chad’s shoulder, pulling him up, breaking the contact between us.
“Not yet,” Mason murmurs, his voice dangerously calm. “Not until I say.”
Chad lets out a soft, frustrated groan but steps back, his chest heaving as he struggles to regain control. The absence of his touch leaves me aching, desperate for more, and the air between us feels charged, almost unbearable with anticipation.
Mason’s tongue swipes over his lower lip, his gaze flicking between us with a lazy sort of confidence. He’s savoring this, relishing the control. The subtle shift in his posture tells me he knows exactly how tightly he’s got us wrapped around his finger, and the knowledge is a thrill for him.
“Let’s move to the couch,” he suggests, the command slipping through his lips with ease, his steps slow as he follows us. We move without question, pulled into his orbit like he’s got some invisible tether around us both.
Before we settle, though, he steps closer, his eyes locking onto mine with a serious intensity that tightens something low in my belly. “Before we go any further, you need to understand something.” His voice dips lower, the authority unmistakable. “You’re not leaving this apartment without my mark on your necks. Either of you.”
I feel Chad shift beside me, his breath catching at Mason’s words. Mason’s eyes flick to him, but they settle back on me, burning into mine with a kind of possessive heat I’ve never seen before.
“This isn’t just a one-time thing,” Mason continues, his voice steady but charged with something electric. “I don’t care what Landon says. I’ll face him a million times if I have to—because I’m claiming both of you. You’ll be mine. Fully.”
His words hang heavy between us, sinking in. The air feels alive, buzzing with what he’s laying down. A promise. A vow. One that will change everything.
And there’s no doubt in his eyes, no hesitation. He means every word.
CHAPTER 31
Lakelyn
Chad takes a deep breath,exhaling slowly. Our eyes lock, and in that brief moment, an unspoken conversation passes between us. This was always the plan, but I never imagined it would fall into place so effortlessly. I expected more resistance—more of a challenge, something to push against. Yet here we are, and it feels almost too easy.
But I don’t have time to dwell on it. Mason steps forward, his presence dominating, drawing my attention back to him. His gaze sharpens as he looks us over, a quiet intensity in his expression. He doesn't wait for us to speak—he already knows. The charged atmosphere between us says everything he needs to know.
"Strip," he orders, his voice low and authoritative, not leaving any room for hesitation. His gaze flicks to Chad. "Both of you."
My heart races, and I glance at Chad. He’s already moving, his fingers tugging at the hem of his shirt, his eyes daring me to do the same. Mason’s approval radiates through the room like a tangible force, and I find myself obeying without question.
