Page 90 of Power Shift

“Briar.” His voice draws a moan up my throat. “Get out of here.”

I shake my head, opening my eyes to find him right in front of me, andoh, god.Craning my head back, I trail my eyes up his entire torso. Over the ridges of the abs still glistening with sweat, the sharply contoured pecs and broad shoulders pushed back with dominance. My pussy throbs so fiercely I flinch before finally meeting his blazing stare.

The heat rippling off him is still nowhere as intense as the gleam in his eyes as he grinds his teeth. Veins strain beneath the thin skin of his throat before he speaks again.

“You need to leave.”

Panic explodes inside of me. “No.”

Slowly, he looks down. The heat beneath my palm has me doing the same, only to find my hand planted firmly on his chest.I hold my breath and press harder, watching in fascination as his muscles ripple in response.

“Why are you so warm? Your scent is wrong,” he hisses.

I wait for him to step back or push my hand away in disgust, but he doesn’t. Pupils expanding, Landon leans forward, close enough for my elbow to bend at our proximity.

“Wrong?” I whisper.

He inhales, body quaking. “You smell like you’re?—”

“In heat.”

The growl that escapes him should send me running in terror. It’s deep and raw, aggressive but somehow comforting to the omega inside of me. Fear is the last thing I feel right now.

“Are you?”

“Not yet. I can’t be.”

It has to be another spike. My next heat cycle is closing in, but surely, I have atleastanother week to figure out what I’m going to do. I’m not ready for it yet, and the signs haven’t started yet other than for brief moments. My stomach swirls at the thought of sharing my heat with anyone but a member of this pack.

As if sensing where my mind has gone, Landon shocks me by snapping a hand out and cupping my face. It swallows the side of my head in a strong, possessive hold that I can’t help but wish was between my legs. The pre-heat hormones twist me up inside, forcing all my innermost desires to the surface regardless of how much force I apply to shove them back down.

I need Landon. Need him on me, with me, inside me. Yes, inside me. He’ll know how to help. We’re mates. I’m his to soothe.

“Please, Lan,” I plead.

His expression shudders and cracks. The mask he wears disappears as he strokes his thumb over my chin and below my jaw to where my pulse thrashes.

“Please what, Haven?”

My heart beats wildly. “Please help me.”

“You have no idea what you’re asking for.”

His cinnamon scent is on fire. I lean toward him, bringing a second hand to his middle and slipping it around his back.

“It has to be you,” I state through the fog in my mind.

He hisses a breath and tightens his hold on my face, fingers threading through the hair behind my ear. Lips grazing my forehead, he shifts his hips, letting me feel the hard press of him in his shorts.

“It won’t mean anything.”

“You’re lying.”

“Get one of the others to help,” he demands, not moving away.

I splay my fingers on his abdomen and stroke the firm muscles. “Touch me, Landon.”

“Jasper would be better to you,” he argues, sounding weaker with every word.

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