Page 46 of Power Shift

It’s unnecessary, but the move pleases my omega. I clutch onto him and nuzzle against his shoulder while we move through the small apartment. My bedroom door is already cracked openwhen Ronan pushes it aside and hangs back, waiting for Jasper to bring me in first.

As soon as we’ve passed him, Ronan’s heading for the balcony door. He slides it open with one pull while Jasper sets me down on the bed. I close my eyes and wait for the breeze to come.

“Is that better?” Jasper asks, a cautious note to his tone.

I keep silent as the fresh air blows through the room, clearing out the de-scenter enough to give me what I want. The full force of their scents hit me a second later, yanking a needy noise up from deep in my chest.

Words are too hard. Leather and whiskey mix with that soft, warm laundry scent before a hint of coffee swirls around it. My eyes roll back behind my lids as I curl my fingers in the comforter beneath me and gasp, that low pitch of arousal flaring into an inferno beneath my skin.

A gravelled noise appears in front of me, and I swallow, desperate to get a hold of myself. My heat isn’t here. This is something different. A tease of what’s to come now that I’ve found them.

It’s a good sign.

“What do you need, Petal?” Ronan grits out.

I breathe deeply. “Can you . . . touch me?”

They don’t reply with words. Instead, I feel their fingers on my arms, my shoulders and legs. I soak my panties further, perfume pluming in the room.

“You’re in control here, Briar. Tell me what you’re feeling. What’s happening?” Jasper asks.

Their lack of omega knowledge pleases me. It means they don’t have much experience with them. I could be the only one.

“I think it’s a heat spike. Scenting the both of you together has triggered something,” I explain, my speech thick with lust.

Ronan grunts. “So that’s why you smell so fucking good.”

“Would you prefer us to go, love? We can give you privacy,” Jasper offers.

I snap my eyes open, shaking my head furiously. A sharp yearning punches straight through me. “Don’t go. I just need . . .”

Ronan licks his lips, expression tortured. “You need to find release. Will that help? Will coming help the spike?”

Oh, my god.I moan loudly, my muscles turning to jelly.

“This wasn’t supposed to happen yet. We haven’t spoken at all,” I whimper. “You don’t have to do this.”

“We have time for all of that. Right now, you need to find relief. Do you want us to help you? We won’t touch you without permission,” Jasper declares.

“Yes! Yes, I want you to help. Please, touch me. Help me before I go up in flames.”

They pounce.

Jasper settles on the bed beside me while Ronan gathers me in his arms and lifts me before taking my spot. I know before we even start that this will be quick.

Now seated on Ronan’s thick thighs, I wiggle, anchoring my arms around his shoulders. They don’t make a move to shed their clothes and instead focus on mine. Ronan brings his face to rest against my throat while Jasper plucks at the button on my jeans and slides the zipper down. I expect them to be pulled off completely, but Jasper only wiggles them down enough to make some room near my groin.

My heart flutters with both excitement and nerves as I continue to burn. The ache in my belly grows in strength, making me hiss. I drop my head and watch what’s happening between our bodies.

Ronan’s coffee scent sweetens with caramel before I gasp, two curious fingers slipping into the opening of my jeans. It’s distracting enough that I don’t realize Jasper’s begun pepperingsoft kisses up the side of my throat. I shiver, bucking against Ronan’s fingers as they explore my bikini line and blaze further down.

“Still okay, Petal?” the gruff alpha asks, halting his movements.

Jasper sucks gently at the underside of my jaw while cupping my breast over my shirt. My nipple aches against his palm, hard and sensitive.

“Yes. Yes, it’s okay,” I breathe out.

Ronan’s chest rumbles with a deep noise, and then his fingertips are brushing over my clit, never slipping beneath my panties. I cry out at the touch, so overly sensitive that it’s almost painful.

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