“Lake,” he growls again. His fingers dip into me, curling into a spot that makes me see stars, and Chad moans in pleasure. The bond runs both ways, apparently.
"Slick," Mason murmurs, voice thick with awe as he pulls his hand from my waistband, his fingers glistening with evidence of my desire. He brings them to his lips, eyes locked on mine as he takes each finger into his mouth, savoring every trace. His gaze darkens, a shiver running through him. "Blueberries," he breathes, the hint of a smile touching his lips.
He’s right; my perfume’s out of control. Stronger than it’s ever been. Mixing with the three of their scents effortlessly.
“Omega,” Mason growls, his voice reverberating with a primal heat that seems to pierce through every barrier I didn’t know I had. His pupils are blown wide, fixated on me with an intensity that’s both terrifying and thrilling. The word alone sends a jolt down my spine, an involuntary shiver following in its wake, and I feel… different. Unmoored. Like something deep and forgotten has stirred to life inside me.
It can’t be. I’m a beta. I’ve always been a beta. But with the way he’s looking at me, the way my body responds to his touch as if drawn by an instinct I’ve never known—I’m no longer sure of anything. My scent, my reactions, the wild pull deep inside of me… it’s as though I’m on the brink of shifting into something I didn’t know I could be.
I stare at Mason, his gaze unwavering, his whole presence grounded, pulling me toward him with an undeniable authority. “I… I’m not…” The words die on my lips, swallowed by the sheer force of sensation, the electric pull that makes me question everything I’ve known about myself. It feels real, but it can’t be. I’m not an omega—I’ve never been, and I’m way past the age of late presenting. Yet right now, with him in front of me, his primal energy calls to something inside me I don’t understand.
Every atom inside of me is burning alive, and I can barely focus.
“You are,” he insists.
He tugs my shorts off, lifting me and pulling my tank top off. He lays me back on the mattress and spreads my legs wide. Then he runs his hands down my thighs to my center, where I’m on fire with need. Two fingers slide through my folds, circling my clit until my hips come off the mattress. A whimper explodes from not only me but Chad, too. Mason watches me in awe.
"You're going into heat as an omega, Lake," he says, his voice a mix of astonishment and barely-contained desire.
“That’s not possible,” I gasp, my heart racing as I try to process his words.
Mason leans over me, his gaze locked onto mine, fierce and unwavering. “We’re a scent-bond pack; it’s possible,” he insists, his voice low and urgent as he reaches out to cup my cheek, the warmth of his palm sending a shiver through me.
His fingers trail down my neck, igniting a heat within me that’s impossible to ignore. I can feel the pulse of his need echoing in the air between us, and my breath hitches as I struggle to comprehend what’s happening.
It feels as if I’m drowning. Slowly going under. And as Dean shifts between Chad’s legs and sinks into him, I’m gone. The sensations as he rocks into him are overwhelming and delicious, exactly what we need. Yet, Mason doesn’t let me stay in the link long. He shifts back to his knees between my legs, his intense stare watching me.
I watch him back, waiting for his next move as sensations roll over me.
His sweats tent between us, and I dip my gaze to the evidence of his arousal. Hesitating for only a moment, I reach out and tug them down, freeing his heavy cock. Pre-cum forms on the tip as soon as his sweats settle around his thighs. As he shifts between my legs to remove his clothes, he taps against me, sending a shiver of need through me.
“Mason, I need—” I suck in a breath. I don’t know what I need. But it feels like he can give me whatever it is.
“My knot,” he murmurs, grasping his thick cock with his long fingers. “You need my knot, my sweet, sweet Lakelyn.”
My stomach dips. Beta’s can’t take knots without the help of an omega’s slick. Still, I don't protest as he nudges my entrance.
He slides in, stretching me wide, and my eyes roll into the back of my head. My wetness makes it easy for him to push further until I can feel his knot attempting to form at the base of his length. But he doesn’t try to push in more; instead, he pumps his hips, Thrusting me into the mattress in the best way possible.
His lips find my neck, brushing over my pulse point, and he trails warm, lingering kisses there. Slowly, he laps at my skin, his tongue pressing in a way that sends sparks through me. I arch instinctively, leaning into him, silently pleading for the mark his teeth promise.
And he doesn’t hesitate. He answers my silent request, his teeth pressing into my skin as he sinks deeper, filling every inch of me. His knot swells, locking us together, and I gasp, finally drawing in a breath, the overwhelming fullness anchoring me in a way I hadn’t realized I craved. The sensation settles in my chest, a profound, grounding warmth that reaches down to my core.
I’m an omega. At least, in this moment, I’m omega. I just took a knot without it pulling me apart, without the aid of Chad’s slick.
My heart hammers in my chest, the thundering pulse echoing Mason’s steady heartbeat beneath my touch. Driven by an instinct so deep it feels ancient, I press my lips to his shoulder and bite down just enough to mark him. His skin is warm, his breath catching as my teeth graze him.
Then it happens—an electric current surges through me, a rush of heat and emotion so overwhelming it’s like nothing I’ve ever known. His feelings spill into me, raw and powerful: strength, fierce protectiveness, an intensity of desire that wraps around me like a steady flame. The sensations blend with the lingering heat and need from Chad, creating a mix so potent that I feel it all blur together.
I gasp, swaying as every part of me fills with their combined presence, a warmth spreading from my chest outward, flooding my veins with pleasure until I can barely breathe. My vision swims as my own emotions ripple back, magnified—need, trust, a spark of something deeply primal—reflecting between us until the connection swells, blurring every edge.
I barely stay conscious as my orgasm washes over me, encouraged by their combined energy. And I need more. When my gaze lands on Dean, I know he’s the missing link inside of me. One I’m not leaving this nest without.
CHAPTER 44
Dean
My spine tinglesas Chad’s body welcomes me—demands my knot and my release. And I’m more than willing to give him both. I rock into him, my knot locking us together, my orgasm building with each micro-movement.
