Page 47 of Power Shift

“So wet,” he rasps.

All I can do is nod. My hips lift, forcing my pussy harder against his fingers. It won’t take much to orgasm. I just need a little bit more . . .

Jasper takes my nipple between his fingers and plucks it before squeezing. “You’re safe, omega. We’ve got you.”

I let out a high-pitched, pleasured noise and dig my nails into Ronan’s back. He applies more pleasure between my legs and starts to roll circles around my clit. My panties are drenched with my slick, no doubt wetting his fingers, but he still doesn’t slip them beneath the fabric. It’s not necessary.

With Jasper’s mouth latched around my scent gland and Ronan’s breath on my cheek, I push into the fingers and roll my hips. The orgasm is quick but strong, expelling every last breath from my lungs and weakening me to the point I collapse against Ronan.

He slips his hand out of my pants and curves an arm around my back, holding me steady. Jasper places a lingering kiss on my cheek before pulling back and tucking my hair behind my ear.

I fill my lungs again with their scents. My omega knows we’re safe to stay in our alpha’s arms, but Jasper wouldn’t be included then, and I want them both around me right now.

“I’m sorry,” I whisper, slowly peeling myself away from Ronan.

“Don’t apologize, love. I think it’s normal for scent-matched pairs to feel like this. It’s an intense connection being activated all at once,” Jasper says.

Ronan strokes a knuckle down my jaw. “Safe to say you’re officially pack.”

The confident statement makes me feel uneasy. Am I really pack? How is it possible that they’re sure about that already, especially when Dash doesn’t share the same connection with me that they do?

“What’s wrong?” Ronan asks sternly, most likely scenting my anxiety.

I look up, focusing on the soft pink shape of his mouth. He has perfectly symmetrical lips, somehow made better by the white scar that cuts through the very corner of the bottom one.

“You said there are two other members of your pack. Jasper is one, but so is Landon. And Dash . . . I’m not his scent match. How is this supposed to work?”

Ronan’s mouth tips down into a scowl before Jasper takes my hand, flipping it over to trace the lines in my palm.

“We would need to discuss Landon. He’s our pack leader. And Dash . . . that’s another discussion to be had. All we know is that you’re a part of us now. There’s no changing that.”

“What do we do, then?” I ask.

Ronan tips my chin back with the pad of his finger, forcing my eyes to clash with his. “Now, you tell us everything about you, and we answer all of the questions you want an answer to.”

It sounds simple, perfect. All I have to let myself do now is trust that when I crack myself open, they’ll stay true to their word and keep me forever.

16

RONAN

Briar tucksher legs beneath her body on the couch and hums as Jasper drops a hand to her knee. I take a seat on her other side and lean as close as I can without hovering. The windows are all open now, airing out the chemicals clogging the air even after turning off her vent system. Her perfume lingers in the living room, but it’s easier to handle now, her needs sated.

I’ve never experienced that strong of a physical reaction to someone before, even the first time I was here, racing toward her on the grass. Yeah, I knew it was possible with matches like ours, but to feel it in real time? To have my body physically ache for someone so strongly that it shoved my mind into the back seat the way it did for Briar is wild. Fucking out of this world.

I want to know more about scent matches. Everything I learned at school was only the bare-minimum information needed to make sure we had some semblance of an idea of what could happen for us. The instant attraction, sense of rightness, and desire for a mating mark. Rejection of a match was touched on briefly, but beyond the knowledge that it can be a painful process, I don’t remember shit.

What I need to know is whether it’s possible for her to only mate half of a pack, and if that’s the way things go for us, what will happen to Landon and Dash?

“What do you do for work, love?” Jasper asks, his gentle voice managing to smash through my thoughts.

Briar’s hands fall to her lap, eyes glowing with excitement. I make note of her reaction to that question.

“I’m a doula. My best friend and I run a birthing clinic.”

“A doula . . . that’s a birthing partner, right?” Jasper asks.

“Yes! Clover is an OB/GYN, so she handles the babies and all the medical whatnot, and I focus more on the moms and their experience. Childbirth can be as traumatic as it is beautiful, and the omegas we help often don’t have any form of support with them. That’s where I come in.”

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