Mason’s lips graze the shell of my ear. "How does she feel, Pretty Boy?" he asks, his voice a dark whisper. "Tell me how good she feels wrapped around you."
Chad groans, his fingers digging into my hips as he thrusts harder, losing his careful control. "So tight," he breathes, his voice thick with need. "So perfect… God, I can’t?—"
"Go deeper," Mason orders. "Make her feel all of you."
Chad obeys, his movements becoming more deliberate, more insistent. Every thrust sends shockwaves through me, building, intensifying. My fingers clutch at Chad’s back, nails digging into his skin as I ride the edge of something unstoppable.
"Mason..." I gasp, my voice shaky. "I can't—I'm?—"
"You're going to come for us again, Lake," Mason growls in my ear. "Let go. Let him take you over the edge."
With one final thrust, Chad hits a spot deep inside that makes everything shatter. I cry out, my body trembling as wave after wave of pleasure crashes over me, pulling me under. Chad moans against my skin, his pace faltering as he follows me into his own release, his body shaking as he spills inside me.
Mason's hand moves to the back of Chad’s neck, gripping him tight as he whispers, "Good boy." Then he turns his attention back to me, his fingers sliding over my skin, grounding me as I slowly come down from the high.
The room is quiet, save for our ragged breaths, what just happened settling over us like a thick, warm blanket. Chad stays inside me, his forehead resting on my shoulder, while Mason keeps us both close, his presence a steady anchor.
"That was…" I trail off, still catching my breath, unable to find the words to describe the intensity of what just happened.
"Like Chad said," Mason murmurs, his lips brushing my ear, "just the beginning."
CHAPTER 32
Chad
The moment is still buzzingin the air, my breath shaky as I press my forehead to Lakelyn’s shoulder, trying to steady the pounding in my chest. My body feels weightless, every nerve alive, but there’s a heaviness too—something settling inside me that wasn’t there before.
I shift slightly, feeling her warmth still wrapped around me and the way her body is trembling softly beneath mine. I look up, catching her gaze. Her eyes are hazy with bliss, and for a second, I wonder if she’s still floating in that high we just shared.
My heart skips. She looks so beautiful like this, undone and vulnerable. Her lips part like she’s about to speak, but no words come, just the soft rise and fall of her chest, her skin glowing with the aftermath of what we just did.
I don’t want to move. I don’t want this moment to end. I could stay here, just like this, forever.
I belong right here. With her. Hell, with Mason too. And if I can get Lakelyn what she wants, eventually Dean.
“Look at her, Chad,” he murmurs, voice low and commanding. “She’s all yours now. Don’t ever forget it.”
I glance back at Lakelyn, and something deep inside me clicks into place. It’s a strange feeling—ownership, possession—but not in the way I thought it would be. It’s not about control. It’s about connection. She’s mine, and I’m hers. Not just in this moment but in all the ways that matter.
“You did good, Pretty Boy,” he whispers, and something in his voice makes my stomach flip.
I pull out of Lakelyn slowly, the absence of her heat making me groan as the cool air hits my skin. Her body tenses for a moment, but I keep my hand on her thigh, stroking softly as she relaxes again. Her eyes find mine, still clouded with pleasure, and I lean down, pressing a soft kiss to her lips.
She responds immediately, her mouth opening to mine, her fingers trailing down my arm in a way that sends a shiver through me. God, I could get lost in her so easily.
But Mason’s presence keeps me tethered. I can feel his gaze burning into us, watching, waiting. He’s still in control, and I know it. We both do.
I sit back on my heels, looking between them both. “That was…” I start, but the words fall short. How do I describe what just happened? How it felt to be with them, to feel Lakelyn’s body around me, to hear Mason’s voice guiding us both? It was more than I expected. So much more.
Is this what a pack feels like?
Lakelyn smiles at me, that sweet, lazy smile that sends my heart racing all over again. “Perfect,” she finishes for me, her voice barely above a whisper.
I nod, my throat tight. “Yeah. Perfect.” And I never want to let it go.
Mason’s hand slides down Lakelyn’s back, a tender gesture that contrasts the intensity still lingering between us. He kisses the top of her head gently, then shifts her from his lap, placing her beside him on the couch with a soft murmur. She stretchesout lazily, content, her eyes fluttering closed as she nestles against the cushions.
But Mason’s attention is no longer on her. His gaze turns to me, burning and hungry, and I feel my breath hitch. I’m still on my knees, naked, exposed, and his stare sends a shiver down my spine.
