Page 137 of Power Shift

“Tell me that story.”

“It’s not that exciting. Just traumatizing for my stomach.”

His eyes don’t waver. “Tell me anyway.”

“He’s not the only one who wants to know. Don’t hog her, jackass,” Ronan scolds, appearing at my side.

I move from one set of arms to another. Ronan’s caramel coffee scent quickens my pulse as I make the move and press up on my toes and kiss just below his mouth. His hands find my backside before he’s squeezing and using the hold to tug me against his body.

“Morning, Petal. You’ve got me real fucking jealous of the sleepy beta upstairs right about now.”

“Because of last night?”

“That and this shirt you’re wearing. There’s one with a five on it waiting upstairs for you.”

“Technically, it’s still your name despite the number,” I tease, smoothing a hand up his back.

He drops his head and chases my lips, stealing a fierce, teasing kiss that I know was meant to punish me for that comment.

It’s not him who replies, though. Jasper’s voice is closer now, but I can’t see him past Ronan.

“If you let us give it to you, it’ll be yours too.”

“Either way, it’s the number that’s fucked me up,” Ronan mutters.

I bat my lashes and press my hands firmly to his chest. “How about I wear yours next time?”

“We’ll have to make a schedule at this point,” Landon says.

Jasper hums. “I’ll order a new calendar.”

A large, firm body moves against my back, and I turn languid, melting into them. Jasper’s clean laundry scent hits me when I roll my head back along his chest and moan blissfully.

Having my alphas surrounding me like this is euphoric. I feel their touches like zaps on my skin and immediately crave more. This position is foreshadowing of what’s coming, and it’s safe to say that I really freaking approve of it.

Jasper uses a ghost of a touch to pull my hair behind my shoulder before dropping kisses along my neck and to the shell of my ear. I stop breathing.

“Don’t let them bully you into wearing their clothes,” he whispers.

I turn my head until I can see him. “Do you have a different approach?”

His smirk makes him look younger, almost boyish in the way Dash is. “I would prefer you wear it when I can take it off of you.”

Woah.

“When do you want to do that?”

“Soon.”

“Okay.”

Ronan’s deep laugh pierces my chest, and I look at him with a brow lifted.

“What’s so funny?”

He stops laughing. “Nothing.”

“Mm, that’s what I thought.”

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