Page 91 of Power Shift

“Is that what you want? Someone else to do your job for you?”

It’s a lowball shot, but I’m desperate. Every moment I don’t get relief, the pain grows more intense, threatening to steal the air from my lungs. I could leave, but my body wants Landon right now. Needs him more than it needs anyone else.

Sparks fly in his eyes. “Nobody could do as good of a job as me.”

“It’s fine. I’ll ask Ronan.” My body cries in outrage as I release him and take a single step back. “He’s already?—”

Suddenly, Landon’s hands are all over me. One second, my feet are on the ground, and the next, they’re in the air, and my back is planted on the same weight bench, still warm from his body.

My entire body shakes in anticipation as the emptiness inside of me grows more painful. Landon drops to his knees at the end of the bench and grabs my thighs, yanking me toward him. His nostrils flare as he inhales and paws at the hem of my dress. It’s high on my thighs but still hides my panties. I shed the jersey earlier, and I’m grateful for that now. It would have been too thick. Too bulky and in the way.

“It’s my turn,” he snaps before my dress is shoved up to my belly, my slicked panties exposed. “You can scream, omega. LetRonanknow who’s making you come now.”

Coherent thought escapes me. The only thing I can do is nod and fall into the promise of relief. My eyes roll back as the band of my panties snaps and the soiled material is peeled away, baring me completely.

“I’ll be the first one to taste this pussy, Briar,” he spits, angry at me for something I don’t care to learn the reason for yet.

“Yes,” I moan.

He shoves my legs up and away before diving between them. His tongue draws a hot line up my pussy before he sucks at me and fills the gym with a rattled curse. My vision disappears as the pain eases, replaced with a blast of pleasure that makes me jerk against the bench.

“Call my name,” Landon demands, tongue lashing my entrance.

A thick finger slides inside, filling and stretching. I push up with my hips, searching for more.

“Landon,” I breathe out.

“Louder.”

He adds a second finger while pulling my clit into his mouth, teasing it with his teeth. I reach down and grab at his hair, needing more of a connection with him. His responding groan shoots through me. Two fingers curl with every thrust, dragging across the spot that blackens my vision.

“Landon!”

“That’s it. I’m the one easing your pain. You needed it this way, right? Needed me.” His voice drops, darkening. “Wanted me.”

“Wanted you,” I repeat mindlessly, chasing the relief dangling above me.

“Fuck. You’re gushing on my tongue. Slicking me up, Haven. This room will smell like you for weeks.”

I nod, reaching behind me for the bench, needing stability. His hair is so soft that it pains me to pull on it as I thrash below his mouth.

My lemon scent swirls around vanilla and cinnamon until they become one. It’s still not enough. Nothing is enough.

“Please, Landon. Please,” I cry out, tears flooding my eyes.

My alpha pushes harder. I hardly register each flick of his tongue as he drives me closer to release, fingers pistoning inside of me.

“Give it to me, Briar. Let this perfect pussy come for me.”

Time freezes. Landon’s eyes snare mine, brutally beautiful and cruel. He snarls as I come, slick pouring out of me and into his mouth. His fingers don’t slow as I quiver around them.

“Landon,” I whimper, the heat not breaking the way it’s supposed to.

Another slash of pain moves through my belly, bringing a second wave of tears to my eyes. Frustration and fear make it hard to think clearly.

Bright blue eyes blink up at me from where he kneels on the floor and slowly eases back, fingers slipping free. “Go, Briar. Leave.”

“It’s not getting better. It should. It’s just a spike,” I ramble, voice lifting with worry.

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