Page 133 of Power Shift

“I understand,” I whisper.

“Pull my boxers down then.”

I do, and I was absolutely right earlier. He’s thick enough that I’m grateful we’re waiting until my heat. I doubt I’d fit him inside right now.

But I will once I’ve gone into heat. My body will take everything he and the others will give me and beg for more. That’s the thing about heats. Sometimes, you can lose sight of everything but the need to orgasm, and that’s why it’s always been so important to me to spend them with people I trust.

Orgasms might be the key to a somewhat manageable, pain-free heat, but being taken care of is just as important.

“I’ve never been with a beta before,” I reveal.

He drops a hand to grab his shaft, long fingers stroking the soft skin. “I don’t have a knot, but I’ll still make you feel good.”

“I know. You already are.”

Satisfied with that, he replaces his hand with mine before starting to take my leggings off. The fabric glides inch by inch down my hips and thighs until I’m forced to balance on one leg while he strips them off completely. I don’t dare take my hand off his cock, though. Not until I’m crawling up his legs and hovering above it, slick dripping down to coat him.

“All the way down, Briar. I want to feel you wrapped around me,” he coaxes.

The first press of us together is wet and warm, and when I rock my hips forward, I drop my mouth to his shoulder and moan. My clit is so swollen it’s borderline painful.

Dash presses a hand between our bodies and holds my breast, the callouses on his palm scraping against my nipple in the most delicious way. It’s nothing compared to the bliss of him pinching it and giving it the slightest tug.

“You feel incredible,” he mumbles, eyes struggling to focus.

I nod, grinding along the hot length of him. We’re both wet, and I can’t tell if any of the mess we’ve made has come from him or just me.

“Keep moving, beautiful. I know you need it. Need to come all over me.”

“Give me yours too,” I beg, gently biting down on my shoulder.

The shirt he’s still wearing is a necessary boundary, even if it upsets my omega not to have unrestricted access to his skin right now.

“Yeah? You want my scent all over this pretty pussy?”

“Mmm.”

“Won’t take me long. Keep moving just like that and you’ll get what you want.”

Tilting my hips forward, I focus every forward glide on my clit and get the immediate response I need. A climax hovers nearby, and when he brings his mouth to my chest?—

“Dash! Dash, I’m close.”

His words are slightly muffled by his hold on my nipple, and that ramps up their intensity. “Soak me, Bright Eyes. This is the closest I’ve ever been to heaven. You’re an angel.”

Teeth scraping my sensitive breast, he tosses me over the edge. The orgasm is so violent that I arch my back and scream. Dash groans, low and deep, and lowers a hand to pluck at my clit while I press down on his shaft, drenching him.

“Gonna follow you, Briar,” he warns, the throbbing beneath me growing in intensity.

I’m still drunk on pleasure when I scramble off his lap and, without giving him any warning, drop to my knees and take him into my mouth.

“Shit! You’re magnificent,” he praises.

It only intensifies my desire to have him in my mouth. As much as I’d love having his cum on my pussy, I know it’ll be better this way if this spike is anything like the last. And from the heat still blistering beneath my skin after an intense orgasm, I think it is.

He gathers my hair into a ponytail and warns, “Here it comes.”

I sneak in a breath before sliding my tongue along the bottom ridge of his cock and sucking the tip eagerly. He pulses between my lips and, a second later, floods my mouth.

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