Page 118 of Power Shift

I cry out, gasping a weak “Promise?”

He palms the dip of my waist and pulls me closer, demanding more and more from me. When I press down now, his cock is right . . . right there.

“I promise, Haven.”

“Make me come, Landon.Please.”

Alarm floods his eyes when he stares at me, but I shake my head and start working his shirt up his torso.

“It’s not here yet. I just want you. Just once before you change your mind,” I ramble.

I’m so wet I know he can feel me soaking through my leggings and into his shorts. My pulse is loud in my ears, matching the frantic tempo of my heart.

“There is no changing my mind now. I’m damned one way or another.”

I press forward, stopping my hands where they rest clenched at his shoulders. “Nobody has to be damned. Just happy.”

“Happy,” he repeats, as if it’s the first time he’s tasted it on his tongue. His forehead meets mine, softly pressing as I lean close, trying to chase his mouth. “It sounds so simple.”

“Why does it need to be complicated?”

“I’ve always seen mating bonds that way.”

I answer by shoving his shirt up, and he reacts swiftly. Lifting his arms above his head, he lets me work it off before setting it on the couch and bringing my palms flush to his chest.

“You’re beautiful,” I whisper, watching in awe as his breathing kicks up and each muscle flexes beneath my fingertips.

“So are you.”

My lips spread in a lazy smile. “Take my clothes off, Superman.”

His eyes darken, pupils swallowing the colour as he obliges, never looking away. One piece at a time, he works me out of my shirt before wiggling down the band of my leggings. I wait for him to take them off completely, but he removes his hands when they bunch at my knees.

My curiosity is sated when he says, “I don’t deserve you yet. Not like that.”

“Are you planning on courting me?” I sound as confused as I feel.

“Should I not be?” His hand swallows my thigh, gliding up over a million goosebumps. I struggle to breathe, losing my inhale when the tip of his finger glides between the wet flesh between my legs. “It feels like you want me to.”

I whimper, holding still. “I do. I want you to.”

“What do you want me to do, Haven? Court you? Or sink a finger inside your slicked pussy?”

“Oh, god,” I croak.

“Try again.”

He swirls his finger around my clit, avoiding applying direct pressure. I let my head fall back and gulp in air. The fire in my lungs rages higher.

“Both! I want you to do both!”

Inch by inch, his finger breaches me, gliding all the way to the knuckle. I jerk against him, hands swiping at his shoulders before latching on with a clawed grip.

“Good girl, Briar. You deserve it all. From me and your pack.”

Emotion clogs my throat. Every slow retreat of his finger makes the pleasure hot enough to burn. “It was your pack first.”

“And it’s yours for the rest of time. I was just taking care of it until you arrived.”

---