Page 93 of Power Shift

“Her heat’s coming soon. Any day, if I had to guess. Keep an eye on her until it does,” Landon demands.

How does he know that? Has he slept with that many omegas in heat?

I whine so loudly it burns my throat.

“You know what? I will. But you’ll help.”

Landon hesitates before releasing a warning growl. “Ronan.”

I pant heavily and tug down the top of my dress to bare my chest. The heavy weights of my breasts bounce free before I dip a hand between my legs and swirl a finger through my hot, slick flesh. Pleasure bursts behind my eyes as I moan, eyes drifting shut.

The sound of a zipper sliding down floats into my ears before Ronan’s voice calls out, encouraging me to open my eyes again. When I find him standing beside me with his jeans open, my mouth waters, hands reaching for him.

“There are plenty of ways to satiate an omega in pre-heat, Landon. If you’re not up to be the one to help her, then stand there and fucking watch me do it for you.”

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Her taste lingerson my tongue like a tease from the devil himself. I’m ten seconds away from taking her hand from where it’s playing with her pussy and licking her fingers clean. Being on my knees has never felt as right as it does when I’m between hers.

Breasts hanging free, nipples hard and pink, she gapes up at Ronan, pleading with wild eyes. My packmate drops a hand to her head and strokes her hair before knuckling her chin and tipping it back further.

Briar pulls frantically at the waistband of his jeans and briefs, another pained noise balling up in her throat. I want to be the one to help her. To please her the way I did just minutes ago.

It should have been enough. An orgasm is always enough to help soothe an omega in pre-heat when their body is preparing them for the real thing. Yet it wasn’t, and instead of giving her more, Ronan will do my job for me and make damn fucking sure I know it.

So why can’t I leave?

My cock pulses, knot swelling to the point of discomfort as Ronan thumbs her parted lips and slowly sinks it inside her mouth. Briar sucks the digit, rosy lips sealed around it while his jeans fall to his knees.

She releases his thumb with a gasp and stares wide-eyed at his cock. It’s got to be at least nine inches long and thick enough that she’ll struggle to fit it into her mouth, but I’d bet it’s not either of those things that have her so awestruck.

The black piercings running up and down the shaft are responsible for that.

“Like them?” Ronan asks, stroking her face and neck.

Briar moans, sliding her ass to the edge of the bench. She brings the tip of one finger to touch the bottom rung of his Jacob’s ladder. Ronan hisses, thrusting forward slightly.

“Do they hurt?” she whispers.

“No.”

Growing more confident, Briar leans into his groin and sticks her tongue out. Ronan’s fingers curl in her hair when she brings the tip of it to the bottom rung.

“Count them with me, Petal.”

She moans, flattening her tongue before circling both metal balls. “One.”

I swallow thickly and release a harsh breath. There’s a burn in my chest as I watch them. I’m not jealous. There’s no place for jealousy in a pack. This is worse. It’s a soul-deep desire to join them that’s responsible for the inferno inside of me. Every second that I reject what my body and instincts demand that I do makes my yearning stronger.

I fear the day I won’t be able to deny it anymore and my body gives out.

“Two,” Briar whispers, having slid her tongue up to the second set of piercings.

Ronan’s throat strains as he says, “Good girl.”

Our omega preens at the praise, her body shaking with a shiver. The knot beneath her chin is as swollen as mine, and I watch with narrowed eyes when she wraps her hand around the bottom of it and squeezes.

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