Page 179 of Power Shift

Briar opens her eyes, focusing on me as I move onto my knees and hike her up by the hips. She doesn’t let go of Dash, keeping her mouth around him while I run the tip of my cock through her pussy.

“This is the last time I’ll ask, love. But is this what you want? My mark on your skin for the rest of your life?”

She tips her chin as best she can, her beautiful, bright blue eyes glimmering. I don’t make either of us wait any longer.

The heat is immediate. I split her open with the first few inches of my shaft before having to stop, breathing through my teeth to calm down. She clenches right around me and mewls into Dash’s groin while her fingers search for me. I take her hand and thread our fingers before hovering over her body and sinking the rest of the way inside.

My knot presses against a wet, searing heat as I bottom out and bring my lips to the breast unoccupied by Landon’s fingers. I’m too aware of the placement of Ronan’s bite and the other two men around us, who no doubt haven’t forgotten it, either. It’s right there in front of us, both a tease and a promise.

I’ve known where I’ve wanted mine since the moment I met her. And I’m selfish tonight because I’m grateful I get to claim it before the other two can.

“Briar,” Dash blurts out, his hips stuttering as she sucks his cock so hard her cheeks hollow. “That’s enough. I’m—I don’t want to come like this.”

Her brows furrow as she releases a low, muffled noise.

Dash strokes her cheek as I pull out and thrust back in so hard she loses focus. He steals the chance to pull out, replacing his dick with his lips as he kisses her reassuringly.

My balls are tight, my knot growing harder with every press against her skin. I’m growing frantic.

“Look at me, Briar.”

She pulls away from Dash. The full weight of her stare drives me wild as I pick up the pace, pressing forward to rub my knot against her clit with every inward thrust. She flutters around me, her slick dripping down my thighs and onto the mattress.

Her lips are parted, every breath sawing in and out of her chest. She’s not anticipating the sting of my teeth in her shoulder or the sudden fullness of my knot popping into place. A blissful scream follows, ringing in my ears and burying itself in my memory.

She says my name like a prayer or a curse. Maybe both. But I hear it. Both in my ears and my mind like an echo of a fleeting thought, here and gone in a flash.

I stumble through my head like a stranger. I’m fuller now, the overwhelming sensation of feelings that don’t belong to me searing through my skin and bones. Briar and Ronan. Both of them are here now, but not completely.

After releasing her shoulder, I soothe the mark with my tongue and whisper, “There you are.”

Briar nuzzles into my neck, warm breath scorching my skin on the way down to the dip of my shoulder. She finds the same spot I did and gives me her mark.

I flinch before relaxing again, my heartbeat slowing. The contentment I’m feeling doesn’t just belong to me. My omegalets her eyes shut the moment she removes her teeth and lies back on the bed.

“You need to eat,” I murmur, running a knuckle along her cheekbone.

She frowns, head shaking. “Later. Please. I’m tired.”

Landon sets a hand on my unbitten shoulder. “We’ll wake you up to eat in a couple of hours. Sleep while you’re not in pain, baby.”

“Don’t leave.”

“We won’t.” Ronan kisses her temple, then the centre of her forehead.

“We’ll be here beside you all night,” I promise.

We’re still connected as I shift us until we’re lying on our sides. Her head finds a place atop my biceps, and then the others are joining us, finding spots on the bed.

It’s the first time we’ve ever slept together like this, but I think I could get used to it. After all, we’re pack.

LANDON

I woke before anyone else had.

The bedroom is so full of pheromones that it’s hard to pick up the scent of french toast and eggs, but I know it’s there. I risked burning the kitchen down to make her breakfast at the crack of dawn and only got back in bed a few minutes ago. She’s been sleeping so peacefully that I haven’t had it in me to wake her.

The curtains Briar chose at the nesting store succeed in keeping the light out, blocking out all but a tiny glimmer of earlymorning sunlight. She doesn’t need anything to keep her up. Not until her heat has passed.

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