30. Lakelyn
CHAPTER 30
Lakelyn
Dean’s musk is intoxicating, filling my senses, wrapping around me like a heavy blanket. The way he kisses… it’s as if nothing else exists. His lips move with a fierce kind of focus, and I feel like I’m the only thing that matters. Like I’m the air he needs to survive.
A soft whimper escapes me, caught between his lips, and the sound only seems to spur him on. His growl reverberates through my body, sinking deep into my core as his hands grip me tighter, pulling me closer until there’s no space left between us. Heat builds, low and insistent, coiling in my stomach and radiating outward. I need more.
Somewhere in the back of my mind, I’m aware that Chad’s still watching, that he’s there, witnessing everything. The thought doesn’t make me self-conscious—it excites me. I press even closer to Dean, letting him feel the way my body reacts to his, letting Chad see it, too.
This is what we will be.
Dean moves us, his hands guiding me backward until the edge of his desk digs into the backs of my thighs. He doesn’t break the kiss as he clears the surface behind me with a rough sweep of his hand, sending papers scattering to the floor. With one fluid motion, he lifts me onto the desk, stepping between my legs, claiming the space as his.
His fingers slide into my hair, tugging just hard enough to send a shiver down my spine, pulling me closer to him. I moan into his mouth, and he swallows the sound, his tongue sliding against mine in a way that leaves me dizzy, breathless. Every part of me is on fire, and I can’t think about anything else but the feel of him—his strength, his dominance, his need that mirrors my own.
I grip his shirt, anchoring myself to him, and the faint echo of Chad’s presence in the room only fuels the tension between us. This moment belongs to all of us, and I’m starting to crave it in a way I never imagined.
Dean’s mouth trails down my neck, leaving a burning path with every kiss, every scrape of his teeth. My breaths come faster, shallow and uneven, as his fingers slide along my thighs, pulling me closer to the edge of the desk. The heat between us is unbearable, and the intensity of his focus makes me feel like I’m drowning in it.
But then there’s movement behind us. Chad. I can feel him approaching before I even hear him. He steps up to the desk, leaning in, his voice low, laced with that familiar teasing edge.
“Dean,” Chad says, his tone just on the edge of mockery. “Don’t you think you’re getting a little ahead of yourself?”
Dean pulls back, his eyes dark and clouded, breath coming in sharp bursts as he stares down at me. Then his gaze flicks to Chad, something primal and dangerous shifting in his expression. I can feel the pulse of the need radiating off him, threatening to swallow us whole.
Without warning, Dean moves—quicker than I expected—and before I can process it, his hand shoots out, gripping Chad’s wrist, pulling him closer. It’s all instinct, driven by that deep- rooted hunger. He turns his head, his lips hovering millimeters from Chad’s, like he’s trying to prove something. To claim both of us.
“Is this what you want, Chad?” Dean’s voice is a growl, low and rough, his mouth hovering dangerously close to Chad’s. “You followed me in here for this?”
Chad doesn’t pull away, though the usual sharpness in his eyes softens, his lips parting just slightly. But instead of giving Dean what he wants, Chad tilts his head, teasingly close, their breaths mingling. His voice drops to a whisper, laced with amusement.
“You wish,” Chad breathes, just barely brushing his lips against Dean’s, so light it’s almost nothing, a taunt disguised as a touch. The tension between them crackles, the air so charged I can practically feel it buzzing against my skin. My nipples harden and ache with it.
Dean’s jaw tightens, his grip on Chad’s wrist tightening for a second like he might pull him in, but then Chad steps back, a slow, wicked grin spreading across his face. “Not so fast,” he says, his voice cutting through the heat, playful and almost cruel in its timing. He throws me a glance, then gently pulls me off the desk, guiding me to my feet.
“Come on, Lakelyn,” Chad murmurs, wrapping an arm around my waist as he leads me toward the door. I’m still flushed, still tingling from Dean’s touch, but Chad’s calm presence pulls me out of the haze. We reach the door, and Chad pauses just long enough to glance back at Dean, who’s still standing by the desk, fists clenched, chest heaving. He looks like he’s about to explode.
Chad’s grin widens as he pulls the door open. “We’ll finish this another time, maybe ,” he says, almost casually. The teasing in his voice is deliberate, calculated, and the effect it has on Dean is unmistakable. I can see the frustration, the raw hunger burning behind Dean’s eyes, and the way his body tenses like he’s barely holding himself back.
Before Dean can respond, Chad steps out of the office, tugging me along with him, leaving the door swinging shut behind us. The tension doesn’t leave with us, though. It lingers, thick and heavy, the promise of something unfinished hanging in the air.
I glance up at Chad, heart still racing, unsure whether I should laugh or scream at the audacity of what just happened. But he just looks down at me with that same playful gleam in his eye, clearly enjoying the chaos he’s left behind.
Dean won’t let this go. I know it. But for now, we’ve left him wanting.
“That was—” I start, my breath still unsteady, words failing me.
“Hot as fuck,” Chad supplies with a grin. “Because damn, that was hot as hell. Pushing him to the edge like that... I could get used to it.”
I laugh, shaking my head at him. “If we keep this up, I’m not sure how much longer I’m gonna be able to hold out.”
“Well then, maybe we should go back to your place and ease some of this tension.”
The drive back is a blur of stolen glances, hands brushing together, and the lingering desire of what just happened with Dean. By the time we get back to my apartment, the door barely closes before Chad’s pulling me into his arms, his lips crashing against mine.
My back hits the wall, and his hands are already sliding beneath my shirt, gliding over my skin. His touch ignites something inside of me, and the world fades around us. It’s just him. And me. My fingers tangle into his hair as I tilt my head, giving him more access, needing more, wanting?—
“Ahem.”
The sound slices through the air like a bucket of ice water tossed over my head, and I freeze. Chad straightens, and we both turn toward the living room.
Mason leans back in the armchair, arms crossed, his eyes on us with a warmth that stirs something in my stomach. He holds back a smile as his gaze travels between us.
“Well, don’t stop on my account,” he teases.
“What are you doing here?” I blurt out. Sure, he has a key, but he doesn’t normally use it.
He shrugs, unfolding his arms, his fingers loosely draped over the arms of the chair he’s filling. “Just wanted to check on you after last night.”
I wet my lips and glance at Chad. I don’t have to say what I’m thinking, because we are on the same wavelength. This is an opportunity. And maybe I’m just horny, but I can’t let this pass us up.
“We’re fine, as you can see,” Chad says, pulling me closer to him again. I melt into him, and Mason watches us like a man starving.
My heart races, and my stomach dips. This is real. There’s no going back if we push forward. And I’m pretty sure I’m good with that. Because I’ve wanted Mason since I was a teen. Excitement and something else runs through my veins as he stands up and moves slowly across the room.
His mouth works with words that don’t come out, and a warmth shines from his eyes. “I can see that.”
Before he can cross the space and disappear out the door, I say, “You don’t have to leave.”
His mouth kicks up on one side and he lifts a brow.
“Yeah, stay, you’ll have a front-row seat,” Chad says.
It’s an echo of last night, and my skin tightens at the idea of not being interrupted. Mason’s breath hitches slightly, the flicker of something crossing his face before he covers it. He swallows, gaze flicking between us like he’s weighing his options. The awareness of one another thrums in the air like a crackling live wire, waiting for someone to reach out and touch it.
My stomach does a somersault, and I drag my finger down Chad’s chest. “Unless you’re not interested.” My pulse echoes in my ears as my heart slams against my rib cage.
His eyes darken, and he takes another step toward us. “Who says I’m not?”
“Well, come on then, Alpha ,” Chad says as he tilts my face back up to his and kisses me slowly.
I’m going to burst into flames.
I smell Mason before I can feel him. His marshmallows cooking over a fire musk envelopes us, and Chad whimpers into my mouth, breaking off the kiss with a gasp as Mason presses against him from behind.
“This time I’m going to tell you what to do, Pretty Boy ,” Mason murmurs low and sexy. “And you’re going to listen like a good little omega.”
“What if I like being bad?” Chad replies.
“You’ll like being good even better this time,” he promises. “Kiss our girl.”
Our girl. Me. He’s talking about me.
Have I dreamt of this? Yes, a million and one times. But I never thought it would happen. Not with Lan and his feelings on the topic. And not with Mason, who would never overstep his friendship with my brother like that. Until now. What’s different now?
I don’t have time to think about it. In fact, all of my thoughts evaporate like water off of hot pavement the second Chad does what he’s told. His palms cup my cheeks as he kisses me, and Mason’s fingers ghost over my left side, gliding under my shirt and along my skin, leaving goosebumps in their wake.
“Good,” Mason rumbles. “Now touch her.”
The combination of their fingers dragging over my skin sends shockwaves through me. A soft moan is swallowed by Chad as he deepens the kiss. His trimmed nails curl along my waist as he pulls me closer to him.
Chad’s fingers press tighter against my hips, his kiss deepening even more, almost desperately. But it’s Mason’s voice—low and commanding, filled with a dark edge I’m not used to—that keeps me on the edge.
“That’s it,” Mason murmurs against Chad’s ear, his tone molten lava as it washes over us. “Keep her right there, make her feel everything.”
I’m going to die. Just his heated words make me feel like I’m going to combust. Can you come from words alone?
I gasp when Mason circles us, standing next to us, his hands finding their way beneath my shirt again, this time tracing my spine, his touch both gentle and possessive. Chad responds instantly, his touch more insistent, trembling slightly with his need.
“You’re so good at following orders, Pretty Boy,” he says, his lips grazing over Chad’s throat, making him visibly shiver beneath the touch of his lips. “Now show her how much you want this.”
Chad pulls back, his eyes half-lidded, his pupils blown wide. And I know I probably look the same. Desire and pure lust shines from his eyes as he stares at me. It makes me forget that I haven’t done anything like this before and makes me want to jump head-first into the deep end.
Mason’s fingers continue lower down my back, tracing my spine. Sending spirals of pleasure to settle between my legs. His hand goes lower still, his voice rumbling in his chest. “Touch her lower. Make her beg.”
Chad’s breath hitches, his hands obeying, tracing over my bare skin just above my shorts. My body arches into the touch, heat pooling between my legs and my perfume exploding from my pores; as much as each of their unique scents fills the air, mine joins theirs. The combined scent pokes at something inside of me; traces of Dean’s musk still cling to my clothes, and all four of us together. It feels…right…perfect.
His thumbs trace slow, maddening circles over my skin as his kiss draws a needy sound from me.
“Good,” Mason growls. “She likes that. Now let her feel your mouth on her neck.”
Chad’s lips leave mine, and I’m suddenly gasping for air, but before I can catch my breath, his mouth is on my neck, his teeth grazing the sensitive skin there, sending shivers down my spine. My head falls back, exposing my throat to him completely, and his lips follow the path of Mason’s earlier touch.
“See how she responds to you?” Mason’s voice is darker now, filled with satisfaction. “But she’s not just yours today. She’s ours.”
The possessiveness in Mason’s voice sends a thrill through me, and before I can react, his hand moves over Chad’s back, pulling him tighter against both of us.
Mason leans down, his lips brushing Chad’s ear. “Now, make her want to fall apart. Kiss her lower.”
Chad’s lips hesitate for only a second before they leave my neck and trail down, across my collarbone, and lower. I moan softly, arching into him, my fingers tangling in his hair as he follows Mason’s commands without question. Every brush of his mouth, every shift of his body against mine, feels like fire, like I’m about to come undone.
Mason’s hand wraps around my throat lightly, just enough to tilt my head back so he can look at me. His eyes burn with intensity as he speaks, low and rough. “Tell us what you want, Lake. Tell us how much you need this.”
My mouth opens, but no sound comes out at first. The tension coils inside me, tightening with every touch, every kiss, every word. “I—” I can barely speak, the sensations too overwhelming. “I need… both of you.”
Mason’s grip on my throat tightens ever so slightly, his eyes darkening. “Good girl.”
Chad growls against my skin, his lips now trailing over my stomach, and I tremble under his touch. Mason’s fingers brush the line of my jaw, his voice full of that dark promise. “We’re not stopping until you can’t think of anything but us.”
Chad’s hands are everywhere, his lips teasing and demanding, while Mason keeps us both grounded with his firm touch, his words like a pulse through the room.
Mason leans in closer, his breath hot against my ear. “You’re going to come apart for us, aren’t you?”
My whole body shakes with the need to give in, to let go, but before I can, Mason’s hand leaves my throat and grips Chad’s shoulder, pulling him up, breaking the contact between us.
“Not yet,” Mason murmurs, his voice dangerously calm. “Not until I say.”
Chad lets out a soft, frustrated groan but steps back, his chest heaving as he struggles to regain control. The absence of his touch leaves me aching, desperate for more, and the air between us feels charged, almost unbearable with anticipation.
Mason’s tongue swipes over his lower lip, his gaze flicking between us with a lazy sort of confidence. He’s savoring this, relishing the control. The subtle shift in his posture tells me he knows exactly how tightly he’s got us wrapped around his finger, and the knowledge is a thrill for him.
“Let’s move to the couch,” he suggests, the command slipping through his lips with ease, his steps slow as he follows us. We move without question, pulled into his orbit like he’s got some invisible tether around us both.
Before we settle, though, he steps closer, his eyes locking onto mine with a serious intensity that tightens something low in my belly. “Before we go any further, you need to understand something.” His voice dips lower, the authority unmistakable. “You’re not leaving this apartment without my mark on your necks. Either of you.”
I feel Chad shift beside me, his breath catching at Mason’s words. Mason’s eyes flick to him, but they settle back on me, burning into mine with a kind of possessive heat I’ve never seen before.
“This isn’t just a one-time thing,” Mason continues, his voice steady but charged with something electric. “I don’t care what Landon says. I’ll face him a million times if I have to—because I’m claiming both of you. You’ll be mine. Fully.”
His words hang heavy between us, sinking in. The air feels alive, buzzing with what he’s laying down. A promise. A vow. One that will change everything.
And there’s no doubt in his eyes, no hesitation. He means every word.