Page 134 of Power Shift

Before meeting these men, I wouldn’t have believed it if another omega told me that a scent match’s scent matches the taste of their cum, but after having both Ronan’s and Dash’s? It’s fact.

I suck harder, moaning as I swallow.

Suddenly, the heat begins to pass. I gasp, pulling back. Goosebumps lift on my arms as my temperature falls back to normal. The shake in my fingers is nothing compared to the weakness in my legs when I try and stand.

“Stay still, Briar. I’ve got you.”

Dash’s voice soothes me. My smile is soft, maybe even a bit loopy, as he lifts me off the floor and onto the couch beside him. The second he releases me and reaches down to tuck his dick away, I snap a hand out, stopping him while my omega makes her demands known.

With a whine trapped in my throat, I take his softening length in my hand and lower myself to a lying position on thecouch. He’s frozen for a moment, no doubt confused about what I’m doing.

The fingers that begin running through my hair and tapping at my lips tell me when he’s clued in.

“Go ahead, Bright Eyes. I’ll be here.”

“I like everything I’ve learned about you tonight,” I whisper before resting my head on his groin and taking him back into my mouth.

Cock warming is something I’ve never done before, but the one time I saw it on a sex-positive omega blog, it intrigued me. Doing it now with Dash is confirming my immediate interest.

It’s beyond intimate, and I think that’s the perfect way to end what just happened between us. The instant relief that rushes through me when I don’t lose this level of contact with him is everything I needed.

He blows out a breath and continues playing with my hair. “Anytime you want to learn anything else, I’m an open book.”

I let my eyes fall closed and fall into a warm, inviting sense of comfort. My omega is at peace, and I fall asleep knowing that I’m not alone.

Dash is here.

43

BRIAR

I wakeup in a bed instead of Dash’s lap.

Fully stretching my limbs, I realize quickly that I’m in a giant bed. The sheets beneath my bare toes feel like the softest silk, and the comforter weighing me down is warm, like it’s one of those fancy heated ones.

I squint my eyes open and blink through the sleepy haze. The nest is filled with bright light, and the sheer curtains blow in the breeze coming in from the cracked window. My smile is small but sincere. I don’t think I mentioned needing to sleep with a window open to any of my guys, so it was most likely a coincidence that someone opened it while I slept. It makes me happy either way.

Sunday mornings used to be loud while I was growing up, so when I moved out on my own, it was a bit jarring for them to become silent. I expected things to be the same here, but as I sit and stretch out my arms, I’m pleasantly surprised to hear sound coming from downstairs.

The soft rub of fabric on my torso has my eyes dropping. I wasn’t wearing this shirt last night, nor is it mine at all. Mybelly fills with flutters when I pinch the shirt and stare down at the Rayton Riptides logo on my chest. The rich scent of peanut butter fills the air around me. I grin and slip out of bed.

It’s hard to keep my pace controlled as I flick the lights on in the ensuite and twist in the mirror to see the back of the shirt. Number 99 is written there in thick, blocky letters, confirming my suspicions.

I stand there staring at myself for longer than I’ll ever admit to anyone before reluctantly stripping out of the shirt and hopping into the shower. I’m in and out in a few minutes and rooting through all the drawers in the vanity in search of a toothbrush.

It’s surreal to search through a fully stocked bathroom knowing that it was four men who filled the drawers and cabinets. Even more so when I realize every product is one that I own and use daily.

Wait . . .

I freeze with my hand in a drawer of hair ties and bobby pins and stare at the pink electric toothbrush sitting beside the sink.Mypink electric toothbrush.

“They didn’t . . .”

But they did. Drawer after drawer, I find my things from home combined with restocked extras. Hundreds of dollars are in this bathroom, all spent on me.

I make quick work of brushing my teeth and hair before throwing Dash’s shirt back on and leaving the room. On a whim, I make a detour for the walk-in closet and whistle, stopping in my tracks.

The Montgomery pack works fast.

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