Page 180 of Power Shift

My arm is numb from where Briar’s rolled onto it. Jasper’s still at her back with Dash on his other side. Ronan rolled onto his back after I snuck out of the room, leaving an opening for me to take once I got back. The soft fan of her breath on my face tickles as I tuck her hair behind her ear and just . . . stare.

She’s so beautiful. Dainty in a physical way but never spiritually, even when she doubts that herself. There is no other omega that would have stood up to me the way she did while simultaneously leaving a door open between us.

It took me too long to walk through it, but now that I’m here, we can close it forever.

A light moan slips past her parted lips. Her perfume explodes in the air, making my cock stiffen against my stomach. I’ve kept my shorts on, needing that boundary, but the longer I refuse my instincts to take her, the wilder they’re growing.

The signs of rejection sickness that I’ve fought off to near extinction are starting to return, goading me into giving in. I will. Oh,fuck, I will. But it wasn’t my turn to have her yet, and after all the shit I’ve put my pack through over the past couple of years, standing back to watch them have the moments they deserve with her was the right choice.

Briar makes another low, breathy sound. It draws me closer, my fingers travelling from her ear to the bottom of her still-puffy bottom lip. She whines, body rolling closer to mine.

I swallow. Hard.

“You smell so good,” she mumbles sleepily, bringing her face to the space beneath my chin.

Her tongue peeks out, swiping along the curve of my Adam’s apple before repeating the action.

I clench my jaw so hard it might crack. Precum leaks from the tip of my cock, soaking into my shorts as I thrust forward before I can stop myself.

Briar tips her head back and opens her eyes, blinking heavily at me. The bright blue has dulled, now tired and warped by the effects of her heat.

“You stayed.”

“I did for a while. Then, I made you food. The kind you have to eat this time.”

Her cheeks pinken as she rolls her lip between her teeth and nods loosely. She shakes on the mattress, her stare wavering as she struggles to keep her eyes from rolling back.

“I don’t know if I can,” she admits weakly.

Suddenly, there’s pressure on my cock. I hold my breath, refusing to look down at where she’s touching me.

“I’m empty, Alpha. And wet. So wet.”

Fucking fuck.

My knot throbs, hardening to stone. I say nothing as she pushes me onto my back and reaches slim fingers beneath the band of my shorts to tug them down. My brain has gone blank, every argument lost in the wave of lust that plows into me.

“Please. I need your cock. Need you to knot me. It hurts being empty like this.”

“Briar,” I warn through clenched teeth.

“Call me Haven.”

“I’m going to fuck everything up if you don’t wait,Haven,” I growl, fitting her hips in my hands.

She moans in approval and climbs onto my lap once my shorts reach my knees. “I’m not hungry for food. Only you.”

The hot press of her cunt to my shaft turns my vision white. She blows out a long breath, attention glued to the space between us. Dropping her hands to my chest, she rolls her body forward, my cock soaked in slick.

“Your knot is so big,” she gasps, bucking against it when she glides backward. “I want it inside of me.”

With my hands on her body, I struggle not to take complete control of her movements. She feels too fucking good.

I’ve dreamed of feeling her split apart around my cock and, even more so, taking my knot. In my fantasies, she can barely make it fit. We try for minutes, her begging louder and louder until finally, it pops inside, stretching her wider than any of the others have.

“Can you take it? Will you make it fit?” I bite out, guiding her hips to snap harder, quicker.

She rolls her head to the side, jerking when her clit rubs against my pubic bone. “Make me take it. Don’t stop until we’re locked together. I’m a good girl, Alpha.”

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