Lakelyn stays above me for a moment longer, catching her breath, her hands resting lightly on my chest. Her thumb brushes over Mason’s mark right next to hers, sending another pulse of heat through me, even as I’m still coming down from myhigh. I blink up at her, a lazy grin tugging at my lips, and then I feel the shift inside me. It’s my turn now.
With a quick movement, I twist in her hold, flipping her over onto her back. Her gasp of surprise melts into a soft laugh as I settle above her, my knees bracketing her hips, my hands framing her face. “My turn,” I murmur, my voice still rough with lingering desire.
I pulse my hips into her, sliding in her heat soaked in my slick. The combination makes me groan with pleasure as more blood surges to my cock.
She arches a brow, her lips curving into a soft, playful smile. She flexes up into me, drawing out another moan. “Oh?”
I lean down, pressing my nose into the crook of her neck, breathing her in. The sweetness of her scent blooms even stronger now, filling my senses and making my mouth water. “Yeah. You marked me,” I say, lips brushing her skin as I speak. “Now it’s time for me to remind you who you belong to, too.”
Her breath hitches as I kiss the spot just above her collarbone, where I know my mark will go. The possessive, primal urge to claim her floods me again, but this time, it’s slower, more controlled. I want to savor this. I want her to feel every bit of what she’s done to me.
I take my time, kissing her slowly, trailing my lips down her throat as her fingers slide into my hair, pulling me closer. The sweet, familiar scent of blueberry pie wraps around me as I press my body against hers, my lips brushing over the spot where I’ll bite. But I don’t rush it. I let her feel the anticipation, let her body hum with need beneath me as our perfumes bloom together in the air around us, creating something undeniably intimate.
“You ready for this?” I murmur against her skin, my voice thick with desire, my hips moving slowly, purposefully, drawing her closer to the edge. Each motion makes her gasp, her bodytrembling beneath me, and I can feel her holding on, right at the brink.
Her fingers tighten in my hair, her thighs clamping around my waist as she breathes out, “I’ve been ready.”
That’s all the encouragement I need.
The moment my teeth sink into her skin, her gasp turns into a moan of pure pleasure, her muscles clenching tight around my cock as she shatters, coming apart beneath me. But something happens—something more than just the physical. I can feel it, too. It’s like I’m inside her head, feeling everything she feels, like we’re one person sharing the same overwhelming sensation. Her pleasure hits me like a wave, crashing through me, doubling, tripling, until it’s almost unbearable.
“Fuck—” The word slips out, strangled, as I lose control, my hips jerking with erratic thrusts, chasing the intensity. It’s too much, but I can’t stop. My body moves on its own, desperate to take everything she’s giving me. I know she feels it too, the connection between us amplifying every pulse, every heartbeat, every thrust. It’s raw and unfiltered, like nothing I’ve ever felt before.
I’m completely lost in her, in us, and I don’t ever want to find my way out.
CHAPTER 36
Lakelyn
Even with Chadnot physically by my side, I can still feel him—our bond is this bright, unbreakable thread that pulses in my mind, warm and steady. My body’s in this weird state of being relaxed, a little sore, but still somehow ready for more. It’s like my whole being is tuned to him now. Humming softly to myself, I push open the door to the coffee shop, feeling that familiar buzz of anticipation. Chad and I agreed to meet here once he wrapped up whatever it was he had to do.
At the counter, I order my usual, then add a Peanut Butter Chia for Chad—his favorite—and a black coffee for Mason. It's strange, but a good strange, knowing I'm doing this formy pack. My heart swells just thinking about it. I have a pack. And it’s not just my soulmate—it’s Mason, too, the man I’ve been obsessed with for years. How crazy is that? This is happiness. Pure and absolute.
Now we just need to figure out how to talk to Mason about Dean.
The thought makes my chest tighten a little, like a weight pressing down. What if Mason rejects the idea? What if he can’t handle adding another alpha? But then, he won’t be ableto say no to Chad. That much I know. Alpha’s want to make their omega happy. It’s just the way things are. There are packs with more than one alpha, and it works. I mean, omegas usuallyneedmore than one alpha during a heat, and it would be super awkward, not to mention dangerous, to bring in some random alpha every time. Mason has to see that, right?
I grab the tray with Chad’s Peanut Butter Chia and Mason’s black coffee, turning from the counter when I spother. Jenny. She’s right in front of me, wearing that sugary sweet smile like a weapon. Her eyes rake over me, landing on my neck.
The instant she notices the mark, that fake smile vanishes, her sweetness melting away as if it was never real. Her eyes narrow, lips twisting into something sharper, more menacing.
“Is that from Chad?” she demands, her voice losing all its fake warmth as if she doesn't already know the answer.
“Yes,” I reply, clipped, firm. “And it’s none of your business.”
She steps closer, her expression darkening. “Oh, I think itismy business. Betas like you—” she practically spits the word—“are just there to fetch things during a heat. Toys. Something to play with. But you’re not enough. Not for Chad. Not for any omega.” She leans in, her voice lowering to a vicious whisper. “Once I’m his alpha, he won’t need you anymore. You’re just temporary. A cute little distraction.”
My heart pounds in my chest, her words cutting deeper than I’d like to admit. But before I can respond, someone moves past her, stepping into my field of vision.
Mason.
He strides up to us, his presence commanding the space with a casual confidence, though he acts like Jenny doesn’t even exist. His arm slips around my waist, pulling me in close, his fingers brushing over the edge of the mark Chad left on my neck.
“Looks like I missed something today, Lake.” His voice is smooth, a hint of amusement threading through it. His fingerstrace the spot just next to Chad’s mark, his touch warm and possessive. “We’ll add mine right here tonight,” he murmurs, the low timbre of his voice sending a shiver through me, a sensation that’s the exact opposite of the cold dread Jenny’s words had stirred up.
I let out my held breath, leaning into Mason’s warmth. Jenny’s presence, once looming, suddenly feels insignificant.
Jenny’s eyes narrow, flicking between the two of us, but Mason doesn’t spare her a glance. He’s focused entirely on me, his hand firm at my waist, and it’s like nothing else matters.
