And I do.Completely. I gasp as my lungs fill with the intoxicating scent of us, the three of us intertwined, and I shatter into a million pieces. I float among the stars, lost in the bliss, while they hold me steady.
When I finally return to myself, I find Mason cradling me on his lap on the couch, warmth radiating from his body. Chad kneels at our feet, kissing my inner thigh with a gentleness that makes me ache for more, patiently waiting for me to ride the waves of pleasure still rippling through me. Our eyes lock, and he smiles against my skin, a slow, knowing grin that ignites something deep within me.
“That was—” I breathe, struggling to find the words to capture the intensity of what just happened.
“Just the beginning, Sweetheart,” Chad replies, his voice a sultry whisper. The mere promise behind his words sends me spiraling into another wave of bliss, an overwhelming rush that has me trembling again, ready for whatever they have planned.
Mason’s fingers trail lightly over my abdomen, teasing me as my muscles tense and relax under his touch. “Are you a virgin, Lake?” he whispers, his breath hot against the shell of my ear. I squirm on his lap, my body reacting instantly. The roughness of his jeans against my bare skin, the unmistakable hardness of his cock beneath me, throbbing with every subtle movement—it’s impossible to resist. I shift again, on purpose this time, just to feel him.
He nips my earlobe with a low growl, his teeth grazing the sensitive skin. “Keep doing that, and it won’t matter either way,” he warns, voice thick with desire.
“I am, Mase,” I admit, my voice coming out huskier than I expected, almost unrecognizable.
Mason’s lips curl into a slow grin as he absorbs my confession. His fingers tighten on my hips. “Then maybe it shouldn’t be me,” he murmurs against my neck, his voice deceptively calm. “Not for your first time.”
I blink, the fog of pleasure momentarily clearing as I process his words. “What?”
“Chad,” Mason says, glancing down at the omega still kneeling between my legs, his expression unreadable but his eyes burning with intent. “His slick,” Mason continues, his hand moving from my hip to brush over Chad’s shoulder. “It’ll make it easier for you. Less pain.”
Chad’s gaze flicks up to me, a silent question in his eyes, waiting for my approval. My heart races; the idea of it—of bothof them taking care of me—sends a rush of heat pooling between my legs.
“If you still want this, Lakeyn,” Chad says softly, his voice steady, “I’ll make it good for you.” His hands slide up my thighs, and I can feel how much he wants this, too. His touch is gentle, but there’s a promise there—one that sends a shiver down my spine.
Mason’s lips brush against my temple. “Say the word,” he whispers, “and we’ll make you forget everything but us.”
I swallow hard, every nerve in my body firing at once as I look between them. This moment—everything that led to it—feels surreal, and yet I’ve never been more sure. The way Mason holds me, the way Chad looks up at me with so much promise in his eyes—it’s overwhelming in the best way possible.
“Yes,” I breathe, my voice trembling slightly but full of conviction. “I want this.”
Mason’s reaction is immediate. His hands slide down my thighs, firm but deliberate, spreading my legs wider for him. He holds me open, exposing me completely. The air feels thick, heavy with the anticipation of what’s about to happen.
“Good girl,” Mason murmurs, his lips brushing my ear as his fingers dig into my skin just enough to ground me. His touch, steady and commanding, makes me feel safe—despite the wildness building inside me. “Relax for him.”
Chad leans in, his lips grazing my inner thigh, his breath warm against my most sensitive spot. When his tongue glides over my slick folds, my entire body jerks in response, a gasp ripping from my throat. My fingers instinctively find their way to his hair, holding him close as he kisses a trail up my body. His mouth latches onto my nipple, sucking it between his lips while his other hand rolls the tight peak of the opposite one. I moan, arching into him, every nerve in my body lighting up.
His cock, thick and hard, presses against my leg, leaving a slick trail as it drags over my skin. His unique scent—a heady mix of sweetness and the sour tart of a lime—surrounds me, making me dizzy with want. He trails kisses along my collarbone, up the side of my neck, before biting gently along my jaw. When he finally reaches my lips, he pauses, pressing a soft kiss there before leaning back just enough to meet my gaze. His eyes search mine, making sure I'm still with him, that I still want this.
“I want this,” I whisper, the words trembling on my lips. “I want you. I’ll always want you, Chad.”
That’s all it takes. His expression shifts, eyes darkening with desire, as he adjusts his body, positioning himself between my legs. Slowly, carefully, he lines his cock up with my entrance, pressing forward just enough to let the head slip inside. I feel the tension of my barrier, the resistance as he bumps against it. A sharp gasp escapes me, and he stills, his chest rising and falling heavily as he holds himself back.
My hands slide down his back, over the flex of his muscles, and I grip his ass, trying to pull him deeper. “Please,” I whisper, desperate, needing more.
“Slow,” he breathes, his voice strained with restraint. He pulls back just a little before pressing forward again, grazing that spot once more. His groan matches my own, his forehead falling to mine as he exhales sharply.
“Now,” I beg, my voice breaking. “Please.”
His breath comes out in a ragged gasp, his whole body trembling as if he's bracing himself for what’s about to happen. His grip tightens on my hips as he pushes forward again, a little harder this time. He pauses, both of us frozen in the moment, the intensity of it almost too much to bear.
Chad’s breath hitches as he presses forward, his cock finally slipping past the last barrier. A sharp sting flares through me,but it’s fleeting, replaced by the overwhelming sensation of fullness as he sinks deeper inside. My breath shudders out, the ache blending with an unfamiliar heat spreading through me.
"Are you okay?" Chad's voice is soft, almost trembling, as he holds himself still, giving me time to adjust. His hand brushes over my cheek, his eyes filled with concern even as his body strains against the urge to move.
I nod, biting my lip. "Yes... don’t stop."
Mason’s hands slide up my thighs, spreading them wider to allow him deeper access. The roughness of his jeans presses against my skin, the contrast to Chad’s smooth movements adding another layer of sensation. "Good girl," Mason murmurs, his voice low and gravelly. "Take him in. Let him make you feel good."
Chad's breath comes out in a long, ragged sigh as he finally starts to move. He pulls back, the slow drag of his cock making me moan, then pushes back in, deeper this time, filling me even more. My back arches off Mason as a flood of pleasure ripples through me. I can’t stop the sound that escapes me, something between a whimper and a cry, my body responding to every thrust, every touch.
