Page 169 of Power Shift

Briar’s whine shoots from us to the rest of the pack. “Landon.”

“Haven.” He abandons everything other than her.

I hand her over to him without hesitation. Once she’s in his arms, he relaxes enough to snap back into himself. He carries her away from everyone else, kissing her hair, flushed cheeks, and damp forehead. She sighs contently before tightening in pain.

“We need to go,” Jasper shouts from the street.

The SUV is there with all the windows still down and the back door already open for Briar. Landon doesn’t keep us here for a moment longer. Ronan and I jog after him when he starts down the sidewalk and helps Briar into the vehicle.

Once she’s tucked safely between him and me, Ronan climbs behind the wheel. Jasper takes shotgun and cranks the A/C.

Landon struggles to buckle her seat belt when she starts trying to climb into my lap. A high-pitched noise rips out of her when she palms my crotch, the full length of me hard and sensitive. Our pack leader huffs before releasing the seat belt and instead holds her waist and guides her onto my thighs.

“Drive carefully, Ronan,” he warns, voice low and tight with arousal.

Dark brown eyes watch us in the rear-view mirror. “I’ve got it.”

“What do you need, Briar?” I ask, flattening my palm to the middle of her back.

The fabric is scorching hot and wet, a reminder that we need to get her home as soon as possible.

“You, Dash. I need your cock.”

I shake my head, a heavy sense of dread toppling over me. “I don’t have a knot.”

“You won’t need one. I’ll help,” Landon puts in from beside us.

His massive shoulders press into mine from his new position on the seat Briar’s abandoned. Lemon drowns me, and I take more of it into my lungs with greedy inhales.

“Let her ride you, Dash. Trust me,” he adds.

Briar presses forward on her knees before grinding hard against my cock, using it to get herself off. “Yes. Trust him.”

“Lean back, Briar,” Landon rasps.

She listens without hesitation. Arching back, she grips my knees and lets her head hang between her shoulders. Landon starts guiding the scrub pants down her hips and to her knees before going back for her panties.

The thick black material is typical for heat underwear. They’re almost clinical. Yet, they look unbelievably sexy on her.

With a bit of struggle, Landon gets her out of her pants, leaving her bare from the waist down. A low, painful noise trickles into the back seat. Jasper’s twisted in his seat to watch.

“Help him get his cock out, Briar,” Landon says, pulling her hair behind her shoulder.

When his lips meet her throat, she shakes and moans. Thick lashes flutter over bright blue eyes as her fingers fumble withmy slacks. They’re already wet with precum and the slick sliding steadily down the inside of her thighs.

“I need to taste her, Landon,” Ronan says, panting.

Briar tugs harder at my pants in response to his voice and the desperation thick in it.

Landon curls a finger beneath Briar’s chin and guides her face toward his. Her eyes open as she attempts to focus on him.

“Hear that? Ronan wants to taste your pussy, baby. Should I help him out?”

I help her with my pants, needing them off just as badly. Landon’s feeding into the desire throbbing inside the SUV, and fuck if it isn’t making everything ten times hotter. I’m going to paint the outside of her pussy with cum before I get so much as a touch of the inside.

My pants get bunched mid-thigh, and then she’s taking me into her hand, nodding at Landon, giving him all the approval he needs.

“Please. Let him taste.”

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