As I start to pull my shirt over my head, Mason steps closer, his fingers brushing against my wrist, stilling my movements fora second. "Slowly," he murmurs, his voice like a rough caress, sending shivers down my spine. "I want to see every inch as it’s revealed. I’ve waited years for this, and I’m going to savor every moment.”
Years. He wants me too, has always wanted me too.
I swallow hard, my pulse hammering in my ears, but I follow his command. There’s a heat in his gaze that leaves no doubt in my mind—he’s in control, and he’s loving every second of it.
Chad mirrors my actions, his movements deliberate, but there’s a tremor in his breath, an almost imperceptible quiver in his hands as he meets Mason’s gaze. The connection between them hums in the air, electrifying and undeniable. It makes goosebumps chase themselves over my arms and down my stomach.
Mason steps back to admire his work, his eyes sweeping over both of us with dark satisfaction. "Good," he says, voice thick with approval. "Now, come here."
Time seems to freeze as Chad moves forward. My eyes track his every step, drawn to the lean strength of his body. His abs tense with each movement, his arousal evident, hard and ready, slick already dripping from the tip. I can’t look away.
“You like what you see, Lake?” Mason’s voice is low, gravelly, sending another shiver down my spine. I nod slightly, unable to tear my gaze from Chad. “Mmm, I think you do.”
My legs wobble like a newborn foal as I take three steps toward them. I’m really doing this. I’ve dreamt of this moment. Maybe not exactly like this, but with Mason, for sure.
Mason’s lips curve into a smile, making my stomach flip. “Just how innocent are you?”
I bite my lip, exhaling softly. If I admit I’ve never done this before, will everything come to a halt? I’ve thought about this, weighed it in my mind enough to know that there might be a little pain, but I’m ready.
My virginity feels more like a burden at this point—something I’ve held onto without meaning to. It’s not like I’ve been saving it for some fairytale love story. Every time I was close with someone before, something held me back, like a piece of the puzzle wasn’t quite right.
But not now.
Now everything feels like this is how it was always meant to be. Like maybe, this was what was missing all along. Chad. Mason. The smallest part of me nudges at the fact that I can still smell Dean on my skin, and if he were here, it would be perfect. But I let it go. Because we have a plan, and eventually, he will be.
“Don’t worry, we’ll be gentle. Isn’t that right, Pretty Boy?” He drags his gaze over Chad’s body with a hunger I’ve never seen before on his face. Then he reaches out, his fingers wrapping around Chad’s cock and tugging him closer. “You’re so agreeable, omega, where’s that spicy personality of yours?”
“Oh, it’s still here, Alpha, you’re just telling me to do everything I already want to do,” Chad replies with a grin.
Mason's fingers tighten around Chad’s chin as he strokes his length with deliberate, teasing pressure until he releases a gasp of pleasure. “You probably shouldn’t have told me that,” he murmurs, his voice a dark promise. He pulls Chad in for a rough kiss, their mouths colliding with raw need. The sound of their ragged breathing fills the space when they pull apart.
Mason’s gaze drops to the floor before slowly rising back up to meet Chad’s eyes, a smoldering intensity in his stare. “I know what you want, Pretty Boy,” he says, low and commanding. “Now beg for it—on your knees.”
Chad’s lips part, a soft exhale escaping as Mason's words settle over him like a command he can't resist. Not quite a bark, but still something he wants to listen to. Without hesitation, Chad sinks to his knees, his movements fluid and unhurried, eyes never leaving Mason’s. There’s something in the way heobeys that sends a pulse of heat through the room—like he’s been waiting for this, needing this. To submit to an alpha worthy of his obedience.
I step forward, drawn into their orbit. My breath catches in my throat as I watch Chad kneel before Mason, his body humming with submission, and for a moment, I’m captivated by how right this feels.
Mason’s eyes flick to me, his expression hungry. “Come closer, Lake,” he growls, his voice sending a shiver through me. “Watch what happens when he listens.”
I move toward them, my pulse pounding in my ears as I step into their space, the air thick with anticipation. Chad’s head tilts back slightly, waiting, and Mason’s hand slides into his hair, tugging just enough to make Chad’s breath hitch.
“Good boy,” Mason murmurs, voice dripping with approval. “Now make Lakelyn forget her name.”
Chad’s eyes darken as he looks up at me, a promise glinting in their depths. His hands slide up the back of my thighs, and I suck in a breath, my body already responding to the heat radiating from his touch. He doesn't rush, savoring each second as he leans forward, his lips brushing the sensitive skin of my inner thigh, teasing me to the point where I’m trembling under his control.
Behind me, Mason moves in closer, his presence looming and commanding. His fingers trace the edge of my jaw before tilting my head back, and his breath is warm against my ear. "Let him take care of you, Lake," he murmurs. "I want to see you fall apart."
A shiver runs through me as Chad presses a kiss to my skin, his hands gripping my hips to pull me toward him, settling me into his rhythm. I reach out, one hand tangling in Chad's hair while the other clutches Mason’s arm behind me. Chad workswith precision, knowing just how to push me higher, his eyes locked on mine, watching every reaction, every gasp.
"That’s it," Mason rumbles from behind, his voice filled with satisfaction. His hands slip around my waist, holding me steady. "Give in to it."
I moan, the sound spilling out uncontrollably as Chad’s mouth moves with purpose, pulling every last bit of control from me. He purrs against me, ensuring that there isn’t even a slip of my control left. His tongue swirls around my clit, nipping softly with his teeth. My legs tremble, the world narrowing down to the overwhelming sensations of both of them—Chad's tongue sending me spiraling and Mason’s steady, grounding presence keeping me balanced between chaos and surrender.
“Louder,” Mason growls, his lips brushing against my neck, his teeth grazing my pulse. “I want to hear you.”
And I do. I cry out, my knees weakening as Chad’s grip tightens, his tongue working faster. I’m losing myself to the waves crashing through me, my body bowing under the pleasure.
"Good girl," Mason whispers against my skin, his voice dripping with approval. "Now let go."
