Page 174 of Power Shift

“The first what?”

“To mark her. You’re pack leader.”

I scrunch my face, the idea of taking that first spot feeling wrong. “No. I don’t deserve to be the first one.”

“Me either,” Dash agrees.

“You and Ronan, Jas. It needs to be you two first. You’re the ones who’ve proven yourselves the worthiest of her, fighting forher longer than we have,” I tell him, hating how much it burns to make that statement.

The pain doesn’t negate the truth of it.

I don’t deserve to bite her first. I’ll be last, and I won’t accept any arguments on that.

“We’ll see what Briar thinks about it. It will be her decision who, where, and when any marking happens,” Jasper says stubbornly.

Staring forward at the door, I release a strained breath. “I know.”

“Are we all good, then? We can go inside now?” Dash asks.

Fuck. We’ve been waiting for this for what feels like ever, and now that it’s here, I’m terrified I’m going to mess it all up.

When was the last time I even had sex? Years ago, probably. I don’t remember what it feels like, and even then, if I did, it wouldn’t compare. That much is already obvious.

The high-pitched whine that blasts through the door is more than enough for us to encourage us to move. My chest rumbles as I push inside the nest and rock back on my heels, my senses overloaded by the sights and smells around me.

“Shit, Petal. Never gonna get used to this,” Ronan groans.

His hips snap furiously, and I watch the blur of slapping flesh, my clothes becoming too constricting on my body. Briar’s leg is flung back over Ronan’s hip as he fucks her from behind, both of them lying on their sides on the mattress. She’s naked, the sheets draped from the bed onto the floor.

Her chest shakes, nipples hard bullets pointed at us as we watch in awe. The slick glistening on her thighs and dripping down the length of Ronan’s cock as he thrusts into her is fucking intense. The mix of lemon and caramel in this room is sweet enough to make my teeth hurt. The pain only turns me on more, my cock a steel bar in my shorts.

“Don’t stop,” Briar mumbles, her lips swollen and a deep pink.

I stand completely still and watch. Every tiny noise of pleasure that escapes her makes it harder not to immediately join, but I want permission first. There’s a part of me thatneedsto hear her say that she wants me included in this. As a member of her pack when there’s no risk of her saying yes only because she’s busy thinking of me and my feelings.

Right now, there’s only one thing on her mind.

Pleasure and a satisfaction strong enough to ease her pain.

Ronan notices us first. His pupils are so large it’s impossible to make out any remaining brown in his eyes. The subtle curl of his lip is followed by a low snarl, a warning from the animal part of his brain that’s registering that they’re not alone anymore.

It’s gone in a flash, replaced with a heat that smothers me from across the room. His walls are down, allowing us an inside look at the insatiable craving he has for our omega.

A hand flexes against her stomach when he says, “The rest of your pack is here, baby girl. Look at them. They even brought the food I told you about.”

She forces her eyes open. They find me first, locking on and holding me captive. My exhale is shaky when I drop a hand to my crotch and twist the fabric of my shorts in my fingers. I want to touch myself, to shove down the material keeping my cock locked away and give it a stroke, but I don’t. Not yet.

“Superman,” she breathes out, rolling her hips back to meet Ronan’s thrusts.

I gulp. “Haven.”

Fingers spreading wide on the sheets, she extends her hand to the side of the bed. “Come here.”

“Tried to get her to sleep. Our omega’s too fucking needy to keep her eyes closed long,” Ronan spears out, taking the tip of her ear between his teeth.

She gasps, throat fluttering with a wild pulse. “Yes. I’m so warm. This is the only thing that helps.”

“One of you needs to take my place. If I knot her again, I’ll mark her.”

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