Chapter 14 #2
That earns a dark, amused sound from Mason. “Good thing we’re not here to make that easy.”
He moves back onto the bed with a predator’s grace, his bare skin warm against mine as he settles beside me. One large hand cups my cheek, thumb stroking just beneath my eye, tender and grounding.
Mason leans in. “You already made your choice when you let us touch you.”
My breath hitches, that single line sinking straight through my skin like heat.
“And now,” he murmurs, lips brushing the corner of my mouth, “we’re going to make damn sure you never regret it.”
Then he kisses me.
Mason’s mouth stays on mine, unhurried and claiming as though he has nowhere else to be and no intention of letting me forget it. His tongue moves with purpose, coaxing rather than taking.
He breaks the kiss just long enough to smirk down at me, brushing his thumb over my lip. “Funny,” he murmurs, voice thick with heat, “how one powdered pastry that made me an Instagram sensation led to this.”
I raise an eyebrow, breathless. “Who knew blowing sugar on a man could get me so far?”
His grin deepens, dark and dirty. “Angel, you’ve got no idea how far I plan to take you.”
Then I feel the mattress dip as Dylan shifts. Fabric whispers. His hands return to me, starting low, deliberate, thumbs brushing the insides of my ankles like he’s testing how sensitive I am. The answer is immediate. My breath stutters. My toes curl.
“Easy,” he murmurs, not to slow himself but to steady me. “I’ve got you.”
His palms glide upward inch by inch, leisurely in a way. Calves. Knees. Thighs. Each pass of his hands leaves my nerves singing from the heat of his skin. I’m trembling, bare and open, the anticipation so sharp it’s almost painful.
Everywhere he touches feels claimed. Worshipped.
When his hands reach the insides of my thighs, he pauses just long enough to drive me mad before easing my legs apart.
The air kisses across my slick heat, and I jerk, breath catching on a helpless sound. He hasn’t even touched me there, and already I’m falling apart.
“Jesus,” he murmurs, his voice wrecked. “Look at you. You’re glistening for me, and I fucking love you like this so much.”
The heat that floods my body is instant, all-consuming. There’s no shame in it. Just need. Raw and overwhelming.
Mason leans over to take me all in, his breath catching, his cock throbbing at the sight.
Dylan’s fingers tease just along the edge of my inner lips where I ache, featherlight, maddening. “You’ve been like this all night, haven’t you?” he whispers, eyes locked on mine. “Dripping and trying to pretend you weren’t.”
I can barely form the word. “Yes.”
He hums low, a dark sound of approval that slides over my skin like silk.
“Such a good girl,” Mason says.
Then Dylan leans in, and his mouth captures my pussy.
I cry out, every inch of me trembling.
Devastating licks with a long tongue that drags through my folds, and I moan loudly, shameless and gasping. He groans against me, and the sound sends vibrations straight to my core, making my thighs clamp around his head on instinct.
My hands fly to his hair, clutching fistfuls, needing something to ground me while he takes me apart with his mouth. The scrape of his stubble. The warmth of his breath. The obscene skill of his tongue. Every bit of it builds pressure inside me so fast I can barely hold on.
Mason is right there, his mouth on my neck, his hand pressed over my heart like he’s trying to feel every beat, then he cups my breast, kneading me, pinching my nipple. “You don’t have to hold yourself together,” he murmurs, lips soft and coaxing at my ear. “Not with us.”
The terrifying thing is that I believe him. Every word.
And I don’t want to hold anything back.
Not tonight.
I release my grip on Dylan’s hair and lie back, offering myself to them, every inch of me.
Mason grins, wicked and knowing. His arm hooks around the back of my knee, pulling my leg wider, holding me completely open for Dylan’s ministrations.
“You two are definitely a team,” I manage between gasps, my voice raw and aching with need.
“You have no idea,” Mason murmurs just before he leans in and kisses me.
His lips are hot and hungry, claiming mine while Dylan devours me with his mouth, his tongue relentless and wicked, his finger sliding deep inside me and curling in a way that makes me lose track of everything but sensation. My mind short-circuits. I am suspended between their hands and mouths.
I’m drowning in the rhythm of them, in Mason’s kiss that leaves me gasping and Dylan’s tongue that works me with devastating skill. Mason’s mouth moves to my breasts, taking a nipple into his mouth, sucking, flicking, and I’m writhing on the bed.
Dylan pulls back just enough to glance at me from between my thighs, his lips glistening. His gaze searches my face as if he’s soaking in the image of me undone. “Ready to scream for us?” he murmurs, his voice rough, darkened with desire.
Dylan pushes a second finger inside me, and I shatter around it, my hips jerking, legs trembling.
He doesn’t stop. His tongue flicks and circles my clit, unrelenting in his focus, until I’m crying out, my back arching clean off the bed.
My hands fist in the sheets like they’re the only thing keeping me tethered.
“That’s it, angel,” Mason whispers, his mouth around my nipple.
“You’re soaked,” Dylan murmurs. “You hear that? That sweet sound when I finger you? That’s how bad you want this.”
I can’t think. Can’t breathe. Dylan is pushing me higher with every flick of his tongue, every thrust of his fingers, his mouth sealing over my clit like he’s trying to own me.
Mason’s lips brush my other nipple. “Tell me how much you want us inside you. Tell me, and I swear I’ll give you everything.”
I turn my head, barely able to form words, and still, despite the fire licking through my veins, despite the way my body is already unraveling, I find it. That last sliver of sass still clinging to me like armor.
“If you want this Omega body,” I gasp out, trembling, “you’d better get on your knees for me.”
Mason’s laugh bursts free, warm and surprised, lighting up his whole face. “Fuck, I love that.”
He freezes for a split second, like the words caught him off guard and he didn’t mean to say them out loud. But then he’s moving, sliding from the bed, kneeling beside it so we’re face-to-face. His golden-brown eyes lock with mine, open and serious in a way that steals my breath.
“For you?” he says softly. “Yes. Absolutely yes.”
And that’s when I lose all control.
Dylan’s mouth seals over my clit, sucking hard, and his fingers thrust deep and curl perfectly, hitting that spot inside me that makes the world explode.
The orgasm slams into me, stealing my breath, my vision, my ability to do anything but ride it out while Dylan works me through it relentlessly with his mouth and hands.
I’m dimly aware that I’m screaming their names, that my whole body is convulsing, that I’ve probably never come this hard in my entire life.
I’m still shaking, still trying to remember how to breathe, when they move me.
Strong hands grip my hips, guiding me, not just with command but with care. I’m rolled gently onto my stomach, breath catching in my throat.
“Up on your hands and knees for us, gorgeous,” Dylan commands from behind me, his voice thick and low like gravel soaked in honey.
I’m trembling, boneless, my limbs jelly, but I move for him. For them. I shift, lifting onto my elbows, then my hands and knees, the soft sheets bunching under my fingers. The cool air licks across my overheated skin, every inch of me flushed and raw.
Mason climbs onto the bed in front of me, kneeling so close that his cock is right at eye level. Hard, thick veins twisting along the shaft like a promise. My mouth waters. My thighs squeeze together instinctively, seeking relief.
“You taste incredible,” Dylan says from behind me. “Like summer fruit and sin. I could spend hours between your legs, just drinking you in.”
Mason cups my cheek, gently guiding my face to look up at him. His other hand wraps slowly around his cock, stroking once, then again. He’s in no rush. Letting me see what’s coming. Letting me want it.
“Ready for us?” he asks softly, though there’s fire in his eyes. A raw ache.
I lift my chin, lips curving into a grin even as my breath shudders. “Are you ready for me?” And then I arch my back, raising my hips higher, tilting toward Dylan like an offering.
He growls. Not playfully. It’s primal. Possessive. His hands close over my hips with a grip that says mine even if the words don’t.
“Fuck,” he groans. “So needy. So fucking perfect like this for us.”
I moan, pushing back instinctively, desperate for the stretch.
Mason’s hand glides into my hair, tilting my face toward his cock. His voice is lower now, serious. “Open up for me, sweetheart. Let me feel that mouth.”
I part my lips, and he slides in slowly, letting me take my time. Letting me adjust. The weight of him on my tongue is everything. Heavy and hot and right.
Behind me, Dylan runs the tip of his cock along my slick lips, teasing me, then he pushes inside in one long, deep stroke. God, he’s huge!
I cry out around Mason’s cock, the sound muffled but desperate, my body arching again as Dylan fills me completely. The stretch is exquisite. My walls clench around him, my arms trembling under the weight of everything.
“I’m starting to think we need to keep her,” Dylan says, voice thick, rolling with something more than just desire.
My heart stutters.
I murmur, unable to voice anything but trying to sound flippant. Except, it’s too late. I feel the pull toward them. The way something has shifted.
Mason chuckles, his hand stroking down the side of my face as he slowly rocks forward. And then they begin to move.