32. Chad
CHAPTER 32
Chad
The moment is still buzzing in the air, my breath shaky as I press my forehead to Lakelyn’s shoulder, trying to steady the pounding in my chest. My body feels weightless, every nerve alive, but there’s a heaviness too—something settling inside me that wasn’t there before.
I shift slightly, feeling her warmth still wrapped around me and the way her body is trembling softly beneath mine. I look up, catching her gaze. Her eyes are hazy with bliss, and for a second, I wonder if she’s still floating in that high we just shared.
My heart skips. She looks so beautiful like this, undone and vulnerable. Her lips part like she’s about to speak, but no words come, just the soft rise and fall of her chest, her skin glowing with the aftermath of what we just did.
I don’t want to move. I don’t want this moment to end. I could stay here, just like this, forever.
I belong right here. With her. Hell, with Mason too. And if I can get Lakelyn what she wants, eventually Dean.
“Look at her, Chad,” he murmurs, voice low and commanding. “She’s all yours now. Don’t ever forget it.”
I glance back at Lakelyn, and something deep inside me clicks into place. It’s a strange feeling—ownership, possession—but not in the way I thought it would be. It’s not about control. It’s about connection. She’s mine, and I’m hers. Not just in this moment but in all the ways that matter.
“You did good, Pretty Boy,” he whispers, and something in his voice makes my stomach flip.
I pull out of Lakelyn slowly, the absence of her heat making me groan as the cool air hits my skin. Her body tenses for a moment, but I keep my hand on her thigh, stroking softly as she relaxes again. Her eyes find mine, still clouded with pleasure, and I lean down, pressing a soft kiss to her lips.
She responds immediately, her mouth opening to mine, her fingers trailing down my arm in a way that sends a shiver through me. God, I could get lost in her so easily.
But Mason’s presence keeps me tethered. I can feel his gaze burning into us, watching, waiting. He’s still in control, and I know it. We both do.
I sit back on my heels, looking between them both. “That was…” I start, but the words fall short. How do I describe what just happened? How it felt to be with them, to feel Lakelyn’s body around me, to hear Mason’s voice guiding us both? It was more than I expected. So much more.
Is this what a pack feels like?
Lakelyn smiles at me, that sweet, lazy smile that sends my heart racing all over again. “Perfect,” she finishes for me, her voice barely above a whisper.
I nod, my throat tight. “Yeah. Perfect.” And I never want to let it go.
Mason’s hand slides down Lakelyn’s back, a tender gesture that contrasts the intensity still lingering between us. He kisses the top of her head gently, then shifts her from his lap, placing her beside him on the couch with a soft murmur. She stretches out lazily, content, her eyes fluttering closed as she nestles against the cushions.
But Mason’s attention is no longer on her. His gaze turns to me, burning and hungry, and I feel my breath hitch. I’m still on my knees, naked, exposed, and his stare sends a shiver down my spine.
“Chad,” Mason says, his voice low, commanding, making the air between us feel electric. “Come here.”
I shift toward him without hesitation, feeling the tension coil tighter inside me. Mason’s fully clothed, still in control, and I can feel the power shift in the room. It’s as if everything else fades—the only thing that exists now is him and the heat between us.
I stop when my knees brush against his legs, my body aching from the need that’s been simmering under the surface. His eyes trail over me, taking in every inch of my bare skin, and there’s something almost predatory in his gaze.
“You look so damn good like this,” Mason murmurs, his voice sending another rush of heat through me. His hand reaches out, gripping my chin firmly, tilting my face up so I’m forced to meet his eyes. “But you already knew that, didn’t you? You already knew I was attracted to you.”
I swallow hard, my throat tight. There’s no witty comeback, no knowing smile—just the raw desire that’s been simmering between us the first time we met. Mason’s thumb brushes over my bottom lip, his touch both gentle and possessive, and I part my lips instinctively, leaning into his hand.
“I want you,” Mason says, his voice a low growl, making the words feel like a command. “I’m going to take you, Chad. Every inch of you. You’re mine now.”
His words send a shiver through me, and I nod, my body responding to him before my mind can catch up. I’ve always known this moment would come, but now that it’s here, the reality of it is overwhelming. The way he looks at me, the way he controls every part of this—it’s intoxicating. And I want it. I want him to have control. I’ve held onto the control for so long that giving it to someone else feels like a weight has lifted from my shoulders.
Mason shifts in his seat, pulling me closer until I’m straddling his lap, his hands gripping my hips tightly. The rough fabric of his jeans presses against my bare skin, and I can feel the hard length of him beneath me, throbbing with need. His hands slide down my back, gripping my ass as he pulls me flush against him, making me gasp.
“Let me show you how this is going to work,” Mason murmurs, his voice dark with promise. He reaches between us, undoing his jeans with one hand, his eyes never leaving mine as he frees himself, the thick length of him pressing hot and insistent against me.
My breath catches in my throat, anticipation flooding through me. Slick gathering at my entrance. Mason’s grip tightens on my hips, and he leans in, his lips brushing against my ear as he whispers, “You’re going to take me. All of me. And I’m going to make sure you never forget who you belong to.”
I nod again, my body trembling with the impact of his words, with the intensity of what’s about to happen. Mason shifts beneath me, positioning himself at my entrance, and I can feel the heat of him against my skin, the anticipation building as he presses forward ever so slightly.
“Relax,” Mason orders softly, his voice steady, but there’s an edge of restraint in it. His thumb strokes over the curve of my hip as his other hand guides me down slowly, easing me onto him inch by inch. The burn is immediate, sharp and intense, but Mason’s hands are steady, anchoring me to him as he fills me completely. My slick easing the way.
I gasp, my fingers gripping his shoulders as I struggle to adjust, my body trembling from the overwhelming sensation of being stretched so wide, so full. Mason doesn’t move, his eyes locked on mine, watching every flicker of emotion that crosses my face.
“Good boy, Pretty Boy,” he whispers, his voice laced with approval. His hands tighten on my hips, holding me still as he lets me adjust to the feeling of him inside me. “That’s it, Chad. Take me.”
I nod, unable to find my voice, my breath coming in ragged gasps as I sink down farther, taking him deeper. The pressure, the heat, the sheer feeling of being filled by him—it’s almost too much. But the way he looks at me, the way he claims me with his eyes, his hands, his body—it makes me want more.
“Fuck, you feel so good,” Mason growls, his hips jerking upward slightly, making me moan as he pushes deeper, his knot threatening to lock us together. “So tight. So perfect.”
His words send a rush of heat through me, and I cling to him, my body responding to the primal need in his voice. Mason’s hands grip me tighter, and he begins to move, slowly at first, rocking his hips upward, filling me again and again until all I can feel is him—stretching me, claiming me.
The pain melts into pleasure, a dizzying mix of sensations that has me gasping for air, my body trembling as Mason’s pace quickens, his thrusts becoming harder, more demanding. He growls low in his throat, his teeth grazing my neck, and I know what’s coming before it happens.
The bite.
Mason sinks his teeth into my skin, sharp and possessive, marking me as his in the most primal way possible. The pain’s brief, overshadowed by the overwhelming rush of pleasure that crashes through me as he claims me completely. I cry out, my body shaking as I come undone in his arms, and Mason’s growl deepens, his thrusts becoming more erratic as he chases his own release. His hand strokes me with the same rhythm.
With a final, deep thrust, Mason groans against my skin. Locking us together with his knot, his grip on me tightening as he finds his release, his body shuddering against mine. And I explode all over his shirt. He doesn’t let go, even as we both collapse into the aftermath, his hands still holding me close, his breath hot against my neck.
“Mine,” he breathes.