31. Lakelyn
CHAPTER 31
Lakelyn
Chad takes a deep breath, exhaling slowly. Our eyes lock, and in that brief moment, an unspoken conversation passes between us. This was always the plan, but I never imagined it would fall into place so effortlessly. I expected more resistance—more of a challenge, something to push against. Yet here we are, and it feels almost too easy.
But I don’t have time to dwell on it. Mason steps forward, his presence dominating, drawing my attention back to him. His gaze sharpens as he looks us over, a quiet intensity in his expression. He doesn't wait for us to speak—he already knows. The charged atmosphere between us says everything he needs to know.
"Strip," he orders, his voice low and authoritative, not leaving any room for hesitation. His gaze flicks to Chad. "Both of you."
My heart races, and I glance at Chad. He’s already moving, his fingers tugging at the hem of his shirt, his eyes daring me to do the same. Mason’s approval radiates through the room like a tangible force, and I find myself obeying without question.
As I start to pull my shirt over my head, Mason steps closer, his fingers brushing against my wrist, stilling my movements for a second. "Slowly," he murmurs, his voice like a rough caress, sending shivers down my spine. "I want to see every inch as it’s revealed. I’ve waited years for this, and I’m going to savor every moment.”
Years. He wants me too, has always wanted me too.
I swallow hard, my pulse hammering in my ears, but I follow his command. There’s a heat in his gaze that leaves no doubt in my mind—he’s in control, and he’s loving every second of it.
Chad mirrors my actions, his movements deliberate, but there’s a tremor in his breath, an almost imperceptible quiver in his hands as he meets Mason’s gaze. The connection between them hums in the air, electrifying and undeniable. It makes goosebumps chase themselves over my arms and down my stomach.
Mason steps back to admire his work, his eyes sweeping over both of us with dark satisfaction. "Good," he says, voice thick with approval. "Now, come here."
Time seems to freeze as Chad moves forward. My eyes track his every step, drawn to the lean strength of his body. His abs tense with each movement, his arousal evident, hard and ready, slick already dripping from the tip. I can’t look away.
“You like what you see, Lake?” Mason’s voice is low, gravelly, sending another shiver down my spine. I nod slightly, unable to tear my gaze from Chad. “Mmm, I think you do.”
My legs wobble like a newborn foal as I take three steps toward them. I’m really doing this. I’ve dreamt of this moment. Maybe not exactly like this, but with Mason, for sure.
Mason’s lips curve into a smile, making my stomach flip. “Just how innocent are you?”
I bite my lip, exhaling softly. If I admit I’ve never done this before, will everything come to a halt? I’ve thought about this, weighed it in my mind enough to know that there might be a little pain, but I’m ready.
My virginity feels more like a burden at this point—something I’ve held onto without meaning to. It’s not like I’ve been saving it for some fairytale love story. Every time I was close with someone before, something held me back, like a piece of the puzzle wasn’t quite right.
But not now.
Now everything feels like this is how it was always meant to be. Like maybe, this was what was missing all along. Chad. Mason. The smallest part of me nudges at the fact that I can still smell Dean on my skin, and if he were here, it would be perfect. But I let it go. Because we have a plan, and eventually, he will be.
“Don’t worry, we’ll be gentle. Isn’t that right, Pretty Boy?” He drags his gaze over Chad’s body with a hunger I’ve never seen before on his face. Then he reaches out, his fingers wrapping around Chad’s cock and tugging him closer. “You’re so agreeable, omega, where’s that spicy personality of yours?”
“Oh, it’s still here, Alpha, you’re just telling me to do everything I already want to do,” Chad replies with a grin.
Mason's fingers tighten around Chad’s chin as he strokes his length with deliberate, teasing pressure until he releases a gasp of pleasure. “You probably shouldn’t have told me that,” he murmurs, his voice a dark promise. He pulls Chad in for a rough kiss, their mouths colliding with raw need. The sound of their ragged breathing fills the space when they pull apart.
Mason’s gaze drops to the floor before slowly rising back up to meet Chad’s eyes, a smoldering intensity in his stare. “I know what you want, Pretty Boy,” he says, low and commanding. “Now beg for it—on your knees.”
Chad’s lips part, a soft exhale escaping as Mason's words settle over him like a command he can't resist. Not quite a bark, but still something he wants to listen to. Without hesitation, Chad sinks to his knees, his movements fluid and unhurried, eyes never leaving Mason’s. There’s something in the way he obeys that sends a pulse of heat through the room—like he’s been waiting for this, needing this. To submit to an alpha worthy of his obedience.
I step forward, drawn into their orbit. My breath catches in my throat as I watch Chad kneel before Mason, his body humming with submission, and for a moment, I’m captivated by how right this feels.
Mason’s eyes flick to me, his expression hungry. “Come closer, Lake,” he growls, his voice sending a shiver through me. “Watch what happens when he listens.”
I move toward them, my pulse pounding in my ears as I step into their space, the air thick with anticipation. Chad’s head tilts back slightly, waiting, and Mason’s hand slides into his hair, tugging just enough to make Chad’s breath hitch.
“Good boy,” Mason murmurs, voice dripping with approval. “Now make Lakelyn forget her name.”
Chad’s eyes darken as he looks up at me, a promise glinting in their depths. His hands slide up the back of my thighs, and I suck in a breath, my body already responding to the heat radiating from his touch. He doesn't rush, savoring each second as he leans forward, his lips brushing the sensitive skin of my inner thigh, teasing me to the point where I’m trembling under his control.
Behind me, Mason moves in closer, his presence looming and commanding. His fingers trace the edge of my jaw before tilting my head back, and his breath is warm against my ear. "Let him take care of you, Lake," he murmurs. "I want to see you fall apart."
A shiver runs through me as Chad presses a kiss to my skin, his hands gripping my hips to pull me toward him, settling me into his rhythm. I reach out, one hand tangling in Chad's hair while the other clutches Mason’s arm behind me. Chad works with precision, knowing just how to push me higher, his eyes locked on mine, watching every reaction, every gasp.
"That’s it," Mason rumbles from behind, his voice filled with satisfaction. His hands slip around my waist, holding me steady. "Give in to it."
I moan, the sound spilling out uncontrollably as Chad’s mouth moves with purpose, pulling every last bit of control from me. He purrs against me, ensuring that there isn’t even a slip of my control left. His tongue swirls around my clit, nipping softly with his teeth. My legs tremble, the world narrowing down to the overwhelming sensations of both of them—Chad's tongue sending me spiraling and Mason’s steady, grounding presence keeping me balanced between chaos and surrender.
“Louder,” Mason growls, his lips brushing against my neck, his teeth grazing my pulse. “I want to hear you.”
And I do. I cry out, my knees weakening as Chad’s grip tightens, his tongue working faster. I’m losing myself to the waves crashing through me, my body bowing under the pleasure.
"Good girl," Mason whispers against my skin, his voice dripping with approval. "Now let go."
And I do . Completely . I gasp as my lungs fill with the intoxicating scent of us, the three of us intertwined, and I shatter into a million pieces. I float among the stars, lost in the bliss, while they hold me steady.
When I finally return to myself, I find Mason cradling me on his lap on the couch, warmth radiating from his body. Chad kneels at our feet, kissing my inner thigh with a gentleness that makes me ache for more, patiently waiting for me to ride the waves of pleasure still rippling through me. Our eyes lock, and he smiles against my skin, a slow, knowing grin that ignites something deep within me.
“That was—” I breathe, struggling to find the words to capture the intensity of what just happened.
“Just the beginning, Sweetheart,” Chad replies, his voice a sultry whisper. The mere promise behind his words sends me spiraling into another wave of bliss, an overwhelming rush that has me trembling again, ready for whatever they have planned.
Mason’s fingers trail lightly over my abdomen, teasing me as my muscles tense and relax under his touch. “Are you a virgin, Lake?” he whispers, his breath hot against the shell of my ear. I squirm on his lap, my body reacting instantly. The roughness of his jeans against my bare skin, the unmistakable hardness of his cock beneath me, throbbing with every subtle movement—it’s impossible to resist. I shift again, on purpose this time, just to feel him.
He nips my earlobe with a low growl, his teeth grazing the sensitive skin. “Keep doing that, and it won’t matter either way,” he warns, voice thick with desire.
“I am, Mase,” I admit, my voice coming out huskier than I expected, almost unrecognizable.
Mason’s lips curl into a slow grin as he absorbs my confession. His fingers tighten on my hips. “Then maybe it shouldn’t be me,” he murmurs against my neck, his voice deceptively calm. “Not for your first time.”
I blink, the fog of pleasure momentarily clearing as I process his words. “What?”
“Chad,” Mason says, glancing down at the omega still kneeling between my legs, his expression unreadable but his eyes burning with intent. “His slick,” Mason continues, his hand moving from my hip to brush over Chad’s shoulder. “It’ll make it easier for you. Less pain.”
Chad’s gaze flicks up to me, a silent question in his eyes, waiting for my approval. My heart races; the idea of it—of both of them taking care of me—sends a rush of heat pooling between my legs.
“If you still want this, Lakeyn,” Chad says softly, his voice steady, “I’ll make it good for you.” His hands slide up my thighs, and I can feel how much he wants this, too. His touch is gentle, but there’s a promise there—one that sends a shiver down my spine.
Mason’s lips brush against my temple. “Say the word,” he whispers, “and we’ll make you forget everything but us.”
I swallow hard, every nerve in my body firing at once as I look between them. This moment—everything that led to it—feels surreal, and yet I’ve never been more sure. The way Mason holds me, the way Chad looks up at me with so much promise in his eyes—it’s overwhelming in the best way possible.
“Yes,” I breathe, my voice trembling slightly but full of conviction. “I want this.”
Mason’s reaction is immediate. His hands slide down my thighs, firm but deliberate, spreading my legs wider for him. He holds me open, exposing me completely. The air feels thick, heavy with the anticipation of what’s about to happen.
“Good girl,” Mason murmurs, his lips brushing my ear as his fingers dig into my skin just enough to ground me. His touch, steady and commanding, makes me feel safe—despite the wildness building inside me. “Relax for him.”
Chad leans in, his lips grazing my inner thigh, his breath warm against my most sensitive spot. When his tongue glides over my slick folds, my entire body jerks in response, a gasp ripping from my throat. My fingers instinctively find their way to his hair, holding him close as he kisses a trail up my body. His mouth latches onto my nipple, sucking it between his lips while his other hand rolls the tight peak of the opposite one. I moan, arching into him, every nerve in my body lighting up.
His cock, thick and hard, presses against my leg, leaving a slick trail as it drags over my skin. His unique scent—a heady mix of sweetness and the sour tart of a lime—surrounds me, making me dizzy with want. He trails kisses along my collarbone, up the side of my neck, before biting gently along my jaw. When he finally reaches my lips, he pauses, pressing a soft kiss there before leaning back just enough to meet my gaze. His eyes search mine, making sure I'm still with him, that I still want this.
“I want this,” I whisper, the words trembling on my lips. “I want you. I’ll always want you, Chad.”
That’s all it takes. His expression shifts, eyes darkening with desire, as he adjusts his body, positioning himself between my legs. Slowly, carefully, he lines his cock up with my entrance, pressing forward just enough to let the head slip inside. I feel the tension of my barrier, the resistance as he bumps against it. A sharp gasp escapes me, and he stills, his chest rising and falling heavily as he holds himself back.
My hands slide down his back, over the flex of his muscles, and I grip his ass, trying to pull him deeper. “Please,” I whisper, desperate, needing more.
“Slow,” he breathes, his voice strained with restraint. He pulls back just a little before pressing forward again, grazing that spot once more. His groan matches my own, his forehead falling to mine as he exhales sharply.
“Now,” I beg, my voice breaking. “Please.”
His breath comes out in a ragged gasp, his whole body trembling as if he's bracing himself for what’s about to happen. His grip tightens on my hips as he pushes forward again, a little harder this time. He pauses, both of us frozen in the moment, the intensity of it almost too much to bear.
Chad’s breath hitches as he presses forward, his cock finally slipping past the last barrier. A sharp sting flares through me, but it’s fleeting, replaced by the overwhelming sensation of fullness as he sinks deeper inside. My breath shudders out, the ache blending with an unfamiliar heat spreading through me.
"Are you okay?" Chad's voice is soft, almost trembling, as he holds himself still, giving me time to adjust. His hand brushes over my cheek, his eyes filled with concern even as his body strains against the urge to move.
I nod, biting my lip. "Yes... don’t stop."
Mason’s hands slide up my thighs, spreading them wider to allow him deeper access. The roughness of his jeans presses against my skin, the contrast to Chad’s smooth movements adding another layer of sensation. "Good girl," Mason murmurs, his voice low and gravelly. "Take him in. Let him make you feel good."
Chad's breath comes out in a long, ragged sigh as he finally starts to move. He pulls back, the slow drag of his cock making me moan, then pushes back in, deeper this time, filling me even more. My back arches off Mason as a flood of pleasure ripples through me. I can’t stop the sound that escapes me, something between a whimper and a cry, my body responding to every thrust, every touch.
Mason’s lips graze the shell of my ear. "How does she feel, Pretty Boy?" he asks, his voice a dark whisper. "Tell me how good she feels wrapped around you."
Chad groans, his fingers digging into my hips as he thrusts harder, losing his careful control. "So tight," he breathes, his voice thick with need. "So perfect… God, I can’t?—"
"Go deeper," Mason orders. "Make her feel all of you."
Chad obeys, his movements becoming more deliberate, more insistent. Every thrust sends shockwaves through me, building, intensifying. My fingers clutch at Chad’s back, nails digging into his skin as I ride the edge of something unstoppable.
"Mason..." I gasp, my voice shaky. "I can't—I'm?—"
"You're going to come for us again, Lake," Mason growls in my ear. "Let go. Let him take you over the edge."
With one final thrust, Chad hits a spot deep inside that makes everything shatter. I cry out, my body trembling as wave after wave of pleasure crashes over me, pulling me under. Chad moans against my skin, his pace faltering as he follows me into his own release, his body shaking as he spills inside me.
Mason's hand moves to the back of Chad’s neck, gripping him tight as he whispers, "Good boy." Then he turns his attention back to me, his fingers sliding over my skin, grounding me as I slowly come down from the high.
The room is quiet, save for our ragged breaths, what just happened settling over us like a thick, warm blanket. Chad stays inside me, his forehead resting on my shoulder, while Mason keeps us both close, his presence a steady anchor.
"That was…" I trail off, still catching my breath, unable to find the words to describe the intensity of what just happened.
"Like Chad said," Mason murmurs, his lips brushing my ear, "just the beginning."