Page 127 of Power Shift

If he would only give me a chance, I know we’d be great together. The small hints of his humour and jokester personality intrigue me. Dash is like a glass of cold lemonade on a sweltering day, and I’m desperate for a long, refreshing gulp of it.

“I would say I’m a target less than I am just someone in their way. They want to know details about Sadie’s birth that we—I— refuse to give. For as long as she’s a Harbour of Hope patient, Sadie will have around-the-clock protection at the clinic and top-of-the-line care. That means Thorne can’t just walk in and demand answers. Yes, breaking into my place was a poor decision, but he’s desperate. This isn’t about me at all,” I say.

Landon forces out a harsh breath. “It doesn’t matter if this isn’t about you. The moment he brought you into this, he made himself an enemy of the Montgomery pack.”

My heart lurches, wings flapping in my stomach. Twisting, I peer up at him through my lashes. “And what does that mean exactly?”

Jasper curls his fingers and draws five soft lines across the length of my shoulders while Ronan sweeps his hands up to the tops of my thighs.

Dash swallows and digs his eyes into the side of my face while shifting his hips and spreading his legs, a knee digging into my leg beside Ronan’s hot fingers.

My senses become overrun with their touching and the swell of scents around me. I try to breathe in each one, but as I peer into Landon’s electric gaze, the best I can do is sip on hot air.

I wait anxiously for him to join his packmates in touching me, but he makes me wait for it. My breasts heave, nipples hard and sensitive in my bra. Every second it takes for him to put me out of my misery is another I can feel myself growing wetter between my legs, slick filling my panties.

When Landon finally brings an arm into the space between us, I’m parting my legs, inviting Ronan to slide his hands further. For some godforsaken reason, he doesn’t.

I don’t realize why until Landon shakes his head and gently pinches my chin, a calloused thumb stroking the dip in the centre of it.

“The Montgomery pack is yours, Haven. Anyone who threatens, hurts, or so much as looks at you the wrong way won’t be given a chance to apologize. You’re ours to protect, and we won’t let you down.I won’t. Not again.”

A shiver runs down my spine. A fourth hand joins the others, and I fling my head to the side to see Dash joining in. The cautious, soft pressure of his fingers around my waist fills me with blinding pleasure.

I moan breathlessly, relaxing back into the couch. Landon doesn’t allow me much space and strokes his knuckles down the side of my face, keeping the consistent fever running hot. The bubble around us thickens, becoming impenetrable to everything outside of it.

“What do you want for your heat, love?” Jasper asks, his voice muted behind the sound of my pulse.

Landon uses the tip of his finger to trace my lips. “Whodo you want?”

“It’s coming soon,” I whisper, shutting my eyes.

The burn simmering beneath my skin is only a taste of what’s to come. And for the first time in my life, I’m excited for an incoming heat. Not just for the endless pleasure that I know will come but because I’ll get to spend it with them. My mates.

“Even I can smell how close it is,” Dash notes, his voice deeper, strained.

Jasper hums in agreement. “We need to get the nest ready.”

“You need to decorate it, Petal. Fill it with everything you’ve ever wanted.”

“Jasper should take you shopping,” Landon says, his scent more cinnamon than vanilla. “He knows the most about nesting. I’ve seen his bookshelves.”

Jasper’s fingers climb from my shoulder up my neck and twist in my hair. “Dash knows more about designations than I do.”

“Not omegas,” Dash adds gently.

“I’d like both of you to take me,” I gasp when Jasper tugs on my hair hard enough for me to feel it between my legs. “And all of you involved in my heat.”

“Even me?” Dash asks, almost timidly.

“You’re my scent match. I know you are.”

“Then we’ll all be there,” Ronan promises.

His hand slips along the inner side of my thigh, slowly crawling toward where I’m hot and damp. The brief press of his pinky to my seam causes me to jolt.

“Easy, beautiful. What I said earlier stands. We’re going to wait until your heat,” Landon purrs in my ear.

Dash thumbs the pulse point in my wrist. “Think about what you want from us when the time comes. Not just sexually but emotionally. We’ve never done this before.”

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