Chapter 13 #4
I try to look away, but my body has its own ideas. Everything pulses toward them like a magnet I never learned to master. Their scents curl around me. Warm. Male. Familiar in a way that terrifies me.
What if this is more than attraction?
What if this is a match?
How would I even know?
It’s not like I’ve ever met a scent match before. I could be imagining it, and my body could just be starved and stupid. I tell myself that and try to believe it, but my skin prickles every time they get close, and that feels like a truth I’m not ready to hold.
“Water?” Mason asks.
“Please.”
We move into the kitchen, and he flicks on the lights. Marble counters, stainless steel everything. He pours three glasses and hands one to me. The glass is cold. My hands are not. My palms sweat around it.
Dylan steps in behind me. The heat from his chest sinks into my back. His hands settle at my waist. My stomach tightens as if it’s waiting for whatever comes next.
Then Mason is in front of me. Close enough that I sense the fire of his breath on my mouth. Their bodies bracket me. My pulse kicks hard. I can pretend to be calm, but my thighs are already tight together and my breathing is a mess.
“Anita,” Dylan murmurs against my ear.
“Yeah?”
“Tell us to stop and we will, okay?”
I barely have time to gasp before he lifts me to sit on the cool stone. The marble sends a shock through my thighs, but it’s nothing compared to the heat racing under my skin.
I’m dizzy. Hungry. Terrified at how easy it is to melt for them. My whole body feels attuned to theirs, like some instinct I never asked for knows exactly who they are.
And wants them anyway.
I nod. “Of course.”
Mason steps between my legs, pressing close, and the sound that leaves me is less gasp, more helpless whimper. Heat rolls through me so suddenly that the room tilts with me.
“You know,” I manage, voice shaking, “it’s not a good idea for an Omega to be alone with Alphas like this. Things can get out of control real fast. None of us will be able to stop it.”
Mason leans in, his breath brushing my lips. “If you don’t want this, we’ll walk away. Perfect gentlemen.”
The lie is delicious. They’re trying to look respectful, but I sense the hunger under their skin.
It mirrors my own.
“But if you do want it,” Dylan murmurs, sliding his hands up my sides. His thumbs skim the edge of my breasts through my top, and my pulse trips wildly. “We’re right here.”
My heart slams against my ribs, and I set my glass of water down before I drop it. I glance between them, torn between instinct and logic, between terror and craving. Every inch of me is awake, aware, alive, as their scents curl through my head, fogging my brain.
Arousal surges through me so hot it’s almost frightening. It burns under my skin, low and deep, a slow-building inferno that lights everything in its path.
I just had my heat last week, so there is no way this is anything but attraction… right? No way I could be responding like this unless… No. Don’t go there. Don’t even think about it because this is just lust. Just… them.
“I want it.” The words tumble out of me like a confession. “God, I want it so much.”
Mason’s smile is sinful. “Then let’s start with which one of us kisses better.”
Before I can breathe, Dylan turns my face toward him.
His mouth crashes into mine, and everything inside me ignites.
His kiss is greedy, consuming, like he’s been starving and I’m the first taste of sustenance.
His tongue strokes mine, and the world spins.
One hand pushes into my hair, gripping just enough to send a shiver skittering down my spine.
A helpless sound escapes me. I lean into him, unable to fight the pull. He growls low against my mouth as though he senses how fast I’m falling.
Then fingers wrap around my chin, and I’m redirected. Mason claims my lips, and the contrast wrecks me. His kiss is slower, deeper, a devastating tease that pulls me apart one heartbeat at a time. He kisses like he wants to memorize every reaction, every flutter, every shaky breath.
It’s intimate. I’m drowning.
He pulls back, giving me half a second to breathe.
I fail.
“Well?” Dylan asks. “Verdict?”
My lips tremble. I taste them both and feel them everywhere.
“I can’t tell. I need more data.” I grin at them.
Their answering smirks are wicked. Victory. Hunger. Possession.
Then there are hands everywhere, threading into my hair, sliding down my spine, warm palms curling around my thighs to pull me closer. My body arches without permission, desperate for more contact.
The heat between my legs pulses, sharp and insistent, like a spark trying to become a wildfire. My mind screams, Danger, slow down, run! But my body is already theirs. It leans, reaches, begs.
Maybe this is just arousal. A perfect storm of wrong decisions and alcohol and hormones.
It has to be, because if it isn’t… If I’m reacting like this because something deeper recognizes them, then I’m in trouble.
Mason’s hand curves over my breast, and my breath shatters.
I cry out, the sound ripped from somewhere deep and unguarded.
Dylan’s fingers stroke the back of my neck, and my whole body shivers, heat spiraling tightly inside me until all I can do is cling to both of them like I’ll fly apart if I let go.
I’ve never wanted anything so badly. And no matter how many alarms go off inside my head, I already know I’m past the point of safety.
I’m falling.
Fast.
And I’m not sure I want to stop.
“Are you close to heat?” Dylan asks, concern threading through the dark amber in his voice. “Because you’re responding like—”
“I doubt it,” I gasp. My pulse scrambles. My thoughts scatter. “I just… I need…”
Mason’s thumb circles my nipple through my top again, slow and teasing, and the sensation detonates heat low in my body. I choke on a breath.
“What do you need, beautiful?” he asks, voice low enough to vibrate through me.
“You.” My voice breaks. “Both of you. Please.”
There’s a flash in Dylan’s eyes, and then I’m lifted clean off the counter. My legs wrap around his waist without thought, my hands clutching at his solid shoulders. I bury my face in his neck, breathing him in. Honey and campfire. I’m buzzing, grinding against him, needy.
“Where are we going?” I whisper against his skin, tasting salt as I lick his neck.
“Upstairs,” Mason answers, already close, as if he refuses to give me even an inch of space. “There’s a nest room. Huge bed. Perfect for you.”
“Perfect for us” hangs unspoken in the air, and my stomach tightens.
Dylan carries me up the wide, curving staircase, and I cling to him, every step jostling heat deeper through me. The hallway is lined with art I barely see, my vision swimming. My body feels too hot, too aware, alive in a way that makes logic impossible.
The door swings open.
An enormous bed. Dim, soft light. Pillows everywhere. A room meant for comfort, for surrender.
But I don’t care about the view, the luxury, anything.
Because I finally feel… right, like I’ve been moving toward this moment whether I admitted it or not.
Dylan lays me on the bed, gentle but purposeful, and both of them hover above me. The air shifts. Charged. Worshipful. Their eyes devour me, and it sends a shiver racing through my whole body.
“Show me,” I breathe, pulling both of them closer. My voice shakes from more than desire. “Show me what it’s like to be with two Alphas…”
Mason settles beside me, palm warm against my cheek, eyes drinking me in like I’m something holy.
“We’ve got you, Anita,” he murmurs, voice thick. “You have no idea how good we’re going to make you feel.”
The promise sinks deep. Too deep.
Dylan’s mouth finds my neck. Heat blooms under his lips, spreading. My back arches helplessly, traitorously. Every nerve tunes in to them.
That flush returns, hotter, pulsing, rolling through me in waves. My vision blurs at the edges. My thighs press together instinctively, desperate.
“Please,” I gasp. “I need… I need…”
“We know,” Dylan whispers against my skin. His words curl inside me. “We’ve got you. Breathe. Let us take care of you.”
Mason’s hand glides down my side, slow and certain, and my whole body lifts toward him.
His forehead touches mine, the contact strangely grounding even as I unravel.
“You’re shaking,” Mason says softly. His thumb strokes my lower lip, steadying me.
“You feel incredible. So responsive. So sweet for us.”
His praise hits hard, and my breath catches. A sound slips from me before I can bite it back.
Dylan trails his hand along my thigh, and heat surges there, sharp and aching. He presses his mouth to my shoulder, teeth grazing skin just enough to make my head tip back.
This is dangerous. Every cell in my body knows it.
Two Alphas. No safety net. This could change everything.
Break everything.
But right now, under their hands, their mouths, their scents… I am on fire.
Their bodies surround me, heat and muscle and intent. I feel worshipped.
Wanted.
Chosen.
Mason kisses the corner of my mouth, gentle but hungry beneath it. “You don’t have to hold back,” he whispers. “Not with us.”
Dylan’s fingers slide into mine, squeezing. “You’re safe here,” he says. “Let go.”
I’m drowning in sensation, in them, in the terrifying rightness of it all. There are a hundred reasons to stop. To run and protect myself.
But none of them matter when their hands trace an inferno over my skin.
This may be a line I can never uncross, and I don’t care.
Not tonight when I’m giving in.
Because right now…
All I want is them.