She smiles, her lips curving into something both mischievous and sincere. “I don’t want to go back. I want this. I want you.”
A growl of satisfaction rises from deep inside me, and I bend my head, nuzzling the curve of her neck. The spot where I’ll leave my claim on her perfect skin. My lips brush her throat, soft and warm, and she tilts her head back, exposing more to me, trusting me completely.
The urge to bite down, to seal this bond, pulses through me with every beat of my heart. But I force myself to slow down, savoring the moment. My lips trail from her collarbone, moving with reverence across her skin. She lets out a soft, needy sound, her breath hitching as my mouth lingers over the pulse at her throat.
“I want to be inside you,” I murmur against her skin, my voice rough with desire, "making you come undone when I do it.”
Lakelyn shudders at my words, but instead of letting me lead, she surprises me. Her hands slide to my chest, palms flat against me as she gently pushes me back. I blink in surprise, but the look in her eyes—soft yet commanding—keeps me quiet. She’s not hesitant. There’s a confidence there, blooming as she takes control.
“Then let me make you mine first,” she whispers, her voice a breath of silk as she steps forward, slowly backing me toward her bed.
Her touch is featherlight, but the pressure of her intent is unmistakable. My heart pounds in my chest, both from the raw desire swirling between us and the vulnerability of letting her take the lead.
She smiles, a hint of playfulness in her expression, and with one more nudge, I feel the backs of my legs hit the edge of the bed. My knees give way, and I sink down onto the soft mattress, watching her every move, mesmerized by how she’s commanding the moment, controlling me in the gentlest of ways.
Lakelyn climbs onto the bed, straddling my hips with an easy grace. Her hands find their way to my shoulders, her fingertips grazing the mark Mason left on me. A flicker of something passes between us—possessiveness mixed with tenderness. My breath catches as she leans down, her lips brushing my ear, a soft hum of approval escaping her lips.
“You’re mine, Chad,” she murmurs, her voice steady but full of affection. She kisses the curve of my jaw, teasing, before lowering her body onto mine, her warmth and weight pressing against me in all the right places. The towel falls completely open as she does.
I groan softly, the feeling of her taking control sending a thrill through me. Her movements are slow, deliberate, as she rolls her hips just enough to make my pulse quicken. My cock surges with blood in my jeans. My hands settle on her thighs, fingers digging in gently as I try to anchor myself, the connection between us deepening with every second.
“Say it,” she whispers against my lips, her eyes locked on mine. “Tell me you’re mine.”
I swallow hard. “I’m yours,” I breathe, my voice rough and full of need. “I’ve been yours since the first moment I saw you.”
Her lips curve into a satisfied smile as she leans down to kiss me, her mouth soft but insistent, drawing me further under her spell. I lose myself in the kiss, the world narrowing down to just her, the feel of her skin against mine, the way she moves above me, the overwhelming desire to be hers completely.
A smile tugs at the corners of my lips as I gaze up at her. “You’ve already done all three,” I murmur, my voice full of affection and truth. “But let’s make it official.”
Her lips curve into a smile as she leans forward, her fingers gliding down between us. With a swift, deft movement, the button of my jeans pops open, followed by the soft rasp of the zipper sliding down. She presses a kiss to my lips—slow, sweet, and full of promise—before pushing me gently down onto the bed, her palm firm against my chest. There’s no hesitation in her movements, just confidence and the quiet assurance that this moment belongs to both of us.
I let out a shaky breath as she rises above me, lifting her body slightly to tug my jeans and boxers down, pushing them toward the floor with ease. The cool air brushes my skin, a sharp contrast to the heat building between us. Her eyes never leave mine as she urges me fully onto her bed, her hands guiding me back until my head rests against the pillows.
And then, she’s on top of me again, her thighs bracketing my hips, her weight warm and grounding. My length presses up against her stomach, the heat of her skin sending jolts of electricity through me. Lakelyn leans forward, her lips brushing mine in a kiss that feels like a promise—a soft, lingering connection that sends my pulse into overdrive.
Her hands explore my body as she deepens the kiss, her fingertips grazing my chest, my ribs, leaving trails of fire in their wake. My hands find her waist, gripping her gently, urging hercloser, wanting to lose myself in the feel of her, in this moment that feels so much more than just physical.
She pulls back slightly, her breath warm against my lips as she gazes down at me, her eyes full of desire and something deeper, something that feels like forever. “I’ve wanted this for so long,” she whispers, her voice barely audible, like a confession meant only for me. And I know she isn’t just talking about sex, because we did that last night. She’s talking about this connection between us.
My chest tightens at her words, and I cup her face with both hands, my thumbs brushing her soft skin. “Then take it,” I whisper back, my voice raw with emotion. “I’m yours, Lakelyn. Completely.”
With a quiet hum of approval, she shifts her hips, aligning us perfectly. The sensation’s enough to drive me to the edge, but I hold on, wanting to savor every second of this. She takes her time, lowering herself slowly, inch by inch, until I’m fully inside her. A groan escapes my lips, and she lets out a soft, breathless sigh, her hands gripping my shoulders for balance. I’m sure she’s a little sore from last night, so I won't rush the moment.
For a minute, neither of us move. I can feel her pulse around me, squeezing me tight in her warmth. And it almost makes me lose control. The need to thrust up into her is so strong my ass cheeks clench with it.
Her hips begin to move, slow and unhurried, and my hands slide up her sides, gripping them as she finds her rhythm. I can feel the tremor in her body. And it tells me everything I need to know, even without her little gasps of pleasure. It’s almost too much, too sharp, but I hold on, letting her take what she needs, giving myself over to her in every way possible.
She presses kisses along my collarbone, and I know she’s going to leave her mark on my skin. A beta marking an omegaisn’t unheard of; it just doesn’t happen all the time. They don’t have the same need to claim as omega’s and alpha’s do.
When her teeth finally graze my pulse point, right next to where Mason’s mark burns bright, a shiver courses through my entire body. My breath stutters, and the need that’s been building inside me for so long peaks. My fingers tighten on her hips, urging her wordlessly, telling her to do it—mark me, claim me, make this moment ours.
She hesitates for a heartbeat, as if waiting for some kind of permission, but I’m already there. I want this. I want her. And I want the world to know that I belong to her just as much as I belong to Mason. So I let out a soft, desperate sound, the only encouragement she needs.
The sharp edge of pain mingles with pleasure as Lakelyn's teeth sink into my skin, and the world narrows to that one overwhelming sensation. It pushes me over, my body arching up into hers as I come undone beneath her. I let out a strangled groan, my fingers gripping her hips hard enough to leave marks. Her rhythm stutters for a second, then she picks it up again, riding out the waves of my release as I tremble beneath her.
I lose track of time for a moment, floating somewhere between the lingering pleasure and the soft heat of her body against mine. My mind’s foggy, but the scent in the air around us cuts through it—our scents, blooming and mixing in the aftermath. The tangy sweetness of my papaya and lime blends with the warm, comforting scent of her blueberry pie, creating something wholly ours.
It's intoxicating.
