Page 177 of Power Shift

Releasing my shaft, I press forward into her hold and bury my teeth in my lip to silence the grunt that’s trying to escape.

Landon’s chest vibrates, low groans building inside of it but barely escaping through his clenched teeth. I look at Ronan and wait for him to notice me before nodding.

Thank fuck he seems to understand why I’m nodding in the first place.

“Are you ready, Briar?” he asks tightly.

She pops off Jasper’s cock and cries out while trying to push herself up and closer to him. It’s impossible in this position, and before she can get too upset by that, Jasper’s there, coaxing her back down with a hand on her shoulder.

“Mark me, Ro. Please!”

The primal part of his brain seems to take over in response to her demand. He snarls low, a warning for the rest of us to stay back while he bundles her up in his arms. They fall backward together, Ronan holding her in his lap. Briar bears down on him, her head thrown back as the rest of us watch her pussy stretch around the entirety of his knot and tuck it inside her walls.

Ronan roars in pleasure before grabbing her face in his huge hand and looking into her eyes, seeking final approval. Tears stream down her cheeks as she nods and clutches him just as tight.

Then, he’s bringing his mouth to the side of her throat and sinking his teeth into the smooth flesh.

BRIAR

It only hurts for a second.

For one frantic heartbeat, I feel the sting of his teeth breaking skin. And then . . . peace.Love. Adoration and yearning.

I can almost see the glowing chord between us, calling me closer to the big, intimidating alpha with the buzzed head and loud motorbike. The same one who bought me a custom leather jacket, shimmering helmet, and calls me Petal, something delicate and, to some, even treasured. A symbol of the unrestricted care he offers me, even back when we first met.

It’s a moment of clarity in the hours that I’ve been underwater, my ears muted and senses overrun by the omega living in my soul. I can see the men around me, hear their voices, and feel their hands on my warm skin when Ronan releases my throat.

Jasper, guarding my back and stroking my damp neck. Dash, hovering and watching, learning while whispering reassuring words. And Landon, my damaged pack leader, standing off to the side, still dressed and watching me with such a startling certainty that I whine, signalling that I want him close, even now.

“I love you. I love you. I love you,” Ronan murmurs, dragging his tongue up my cheek, collecting my tears.

I don’t hesitate to repeat the words to him. “I love you.”

“You feel . . .”

“So do you.”

There’s nothing else to say. Not until I drop my head to the curve of his neck and skim my teeth along it, waiting.

“Do it, Petal. I want everyone to know who I am and who I belong to,” he bites out, tensing in anticipation.

In a blink, I dig my teeth in, piercing the skin just enough for my mark to stay forever. His knot swells, locking us together as I sob into his throat, pleasure racking through me as I come.

I swipe my tongue along the bite mark before kissing it gently and pulling back enough for our eyes to meet. He’s not only here across from me but inside my chest, our souls connected in a way that didn’t seem possible months ago.

The swell of disbelief that tingles in the back of my mind isn’t mine. It’s his, and I search for it, watching it grow when I smile and reach up to touch the mark on my neck.

Ronan presses forward with his hips. His knot tugs at where we connect, and I coo at the sensation, the threat of falling back into a haze hanging above me on a fraying rope.

“Do you want to take a break?” Landon asks.

“No!” It comes out more alarmed than I meant it to.

My walls clamp around Ronan in agreement. I start to lean back, wanting to be on my back. Jasper’s hands move along my naked skin to help me fall backward until I’m splayed out in the same position as before Ronan knotted me.

Landon’s at my side instantly, his hand sweeping up and down my middle before returning to its place on my breast. “As soon as Ronan’s knot can slip free, it’s Jasper’s turn, Haven. He’s going to fill you up and mark your skin as soon as possible, okay?”

“All of you,” I argue without thinking.

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