“Chad,” Mason says, his voice low, commanding, making the air between us feel electric. “Come here.”
I shift toward him without hesitation, feeling the tension coil tighter inside me. Mason’s fully clothed, still in control, and I can feel the power shift in the room. It’s as if everything else fades—the only thing that exists now is him and the heat between us.
I stop when my knees brush against his legs, my body aching from the need that’s been simmering under the surface. His eyes trail over me, taking in every inch of my bare skin, and there’s something almost predatory in his gaze.
“You look so damn good like this,” Mason murmurs, his voice sending another rush of heat through me. His hand reaches out, gripping my chin firmly, tilting my face up so I’m forced to meet his eyes. “But you already knew that, didn’t you? You already knew I was attracted to you.”
I swallow hard, my throat tight. There’s no witty comeback, no knowing smile—just the raw desire that’s been simmering between us the first time we met. Mason’s thumb brushes over my bottom lip, his touch both gentle and possessive, and I part my lips instinctively, leaning into his hand.
“I want you,” Mason says, his voice a low growl, making the words feel like a command. “I’m going to take you, Chad. Every inch of you. You’re mine now.”
His words send a shiver through me, and I nod, my body responding to him before my mind can catch up. I’ve always known this moment would come, but now that it’s here, the reality of it is overwhelming. The way he looks at me, the way hecontrols every part of this—it’s intoxicating. And I want it. I want him to have control. I’ve held onto the control for so long that giving it to someone else feels like a weight has lifted from my shoulders.
Mason shifts in his seat, pulling me closer until I’m straddling his lap, his hands gripping my hips tightly. The rough fabric of his jeans presses against my bare skin, and I can feel the hard length of him beneath me, throbbing with need. His hands slide down my back, gripping my ass as he pulls me flush against him, making me gasp.
“Let me show you how this is going to work,” Mason murmurs, his voice dark with promise. He reaches between us, undoing his jeans with one hand, his eyes never leaving mine as he frees himself, the thick length of him pressing hot and insistent against me.
My breath catches in my throat, anticipation flooding through me. Slick gathering at my entrance. Mason’s grip tightens on my hips, and he leans in, his lips brushing against my ear as he whispers, “You’re going to take me. All of me. And I’m going to make sure you never forget who you belong to.”
I nod again, my body trembling with the impact of his words, with the intensity of what’s about to happen. Mason shifts beneath me, positioning himself at my entrance, and I can feel the heat of him against my skin, the anticipation building as he presses forward ever so slightly.
“Relax,” Mason orders softly, his voice steady, but there’s an edge of restraint in it. His thumb strokes over the curve of my hip as his other hand guides me down slowly, easing me onto him inch by inch. The burn is immediate, sharp and intense, but Mason’s hands are steady, anchoring me to him as he fills me completely. My slick easing the way.
I gasp, my fingers gripping his shoulders as I struggle to adjust, my body trembling from the overwhelming sensation ofbeing stretched so wide, so full. Mason doesn’t move, his eyes locked on mine, watching every flicker of emotion that crosses my face.
“Good boy, Pretty Boy,” he whispers, his voice laced with approval. His hands tighten on my hips, holding me still as he lets me adjust to the feeling of him inside me. “That’s it, Chad. Take me.”
I nod, unable to find my voice, my breath coming in ragged gasps as I sink down farther, taking him deeper. The pressure, the heat, the sheer feeling of being filled by him—it’s almost too much. But the way he looks at me, the way he claims me with his eyes, his hands, his body—it makes me want more.
“Fuck, you feel so good,” Mason growls, his hips jerking upward slightly, making me moan as he pushes deeper, his knot threatening to lock us together. “So tight. So perfect.”
His words send a rush of heat through me, and I cling to him, my body responding to the primal need in his voice. Mason’s hands grip me tighter, and he begins to move, slowly at first, rocking his hips upward, filling me again and again until all I can feel is him—stretching me, claiming me.
The pain melts into pleasure, a dizzying mix of sensations that has me gasping for air, my body trembling as Mason’s pace quickens, his thrusts becoming harder, more demanding. He growls low in his throat, his teeth grazing my neck, and I know what’s coming before it happens.
The bite.
Mason sinks his teeth into my skin, sharp and possessive, marking me as his in the most primal way possible. The pain’s brief, overshadowed by the overwhelming rush of pleasure that crashes through me as he claims me completely. I cry out, my body shaking as I come undone in his arms, and Mason’s growl deepens, his thrusts becoming more erratic as he chases his own release. His hand strokes me with the same rhythm.
With a final, deep thrust, Mason groans against my skin. Locking us together with his knot, his grip on me tightening as he finds his release, his body shuddering against mine. And I explode all over his shirt. He doesn’t let go, even as we both collapse into the aftermath, his hands still holding me close, his breath hot against my neck.
“Mine,” he breathes.
CHAPTER 33
Mason
I lost control.Having them both so close—knowing what they are to me—it snapped something inside. The moment he leaned into me, the second Lakelyn’s and Chad’s scents filled the air between us, I couldn’t stop myself. Everything I swore I’d keep under control unraveled, and now, here I am, buried deep inside Chad, claiming him in the most primal way. My omega.Ouromega.
I won’t lose them. I won’t be like my dad—walking away when things get complicated, leaving behind the people who matter most. I watched my mom crumble when he left, and it destroyed her. I can’t let that happen to us. To me, to Chad, to Lakelyn. They’re mine now, even if they don’t fully realize it yet.
The crescent-shaped bite on Chad’s neck glistens in the soft light of the apartment. My mark. The first visible claim that says he belongs to me. And even though he hasn’t marked me back yet, I know—he’s accepted it. Accepted me. He’s mine.
A low snort escapes me as I correct myself in my head. Not just mine. Mine and Dean’s. This only works if we’re all in this together. Dean, Chad, Lakelyn—this pack will only survive if we’re one, if we’re united. The thought sends a possessive heatthrough me, making my hips press deeper into Chad, earning a soft, muffled moan from him.
“You like that?” I murmur, flexing my hips up into him again, refusing to let my knot slip free just yet. Chad's body tenses, his back arching against me as I grind into him, and his breath hitches before he lets out a breathy laugh.
“Fuck, you really know how to—” Chad’s words cut off in a groan as I press deeper, holding him tighter. “—how to ruin a man, Alpha.”
