Page 95 of Power Shift

Ronan lifts her off the side of the bench, and she clings to him immediately, nuzzling her face in his neck. He groans, and I watch as she sucks at his skin, tongue swirling.

“Smell so good,” she mumbles. “My alpha.”

I watch Ronan when he inhales a deep breath and keeps his lips shut, a battle of wills being fought within his hard stare. Unlike me, he’s battling his instincts but not refusing them entirely. Just enough to keep from burying his teeth in her throat and marking her right here and now.

“We’ll take care of you, Petal.”

“I know,” she purrs.

Laying her lengthways on the bench, similar to how I had her earlier, Ronan pulls her along it until her head hangs off the edge. She paws at him immediately, taking his cock back into her hand before kissing the tip and licking up the cum collecting there.

“Yeah, take it back down your throat, Briar. Nice and deep for me,” he instructs, reaching over her to palm one of her round tits.

The blushing pink nipple disappears beneath his palm as he squeezes the soft flesh and plucks at the other, making her writhe on the bench.

“Landon’s going to lick your pussy again, Petal. Be a good girl and spread your legs for him.”

I don’t ask how he knew I’d already tasted her. Falling back to my knees is easy. Briar parts her thighs, and I smooth my hands up the soft skin of her calves and knees. When I reach her inner thighs, I slow, my palms growing slick.

“Fuck,” I spit.

Ronan stares at me. “She’s wet, isn’t she?”

“Soaked. She’s dripping, Ro.”

I drape my torso over the bench, possessed by the sight of her swollen pussy and the way it shines in the gym light. I’ve never loved lemon more than right now as I shove her dress the rest of the way up her stomach and draw a hot line up her lips with my tongue.

She tastes sweet, like temptation and sin and every fucking perfect thing in the world wrapped into one. I trap her beneath my mouth and get to work.

Her cry is muffled by Ronan’s knot as he plows deep, her throat bulging. She takes my two fingers easily, already stretched out and so wet I doubt I’d find much resistance if she were still as tight as earlier.

“Tell me how she tastes,” Ronan barks.

There’s a feral edge to him now that I’ve only seen a handful of times on the ice after a fight. With one hand buried in his hair and the other alternating between pinching and tugging our omega’s nipples, he grinds his teeth and struggles to control his breathing.

I move my mouth to her entrance and lap at her slick, teasing him but also trying to satiate my own needs. Every fibre of my being begs to get as much of her as possible.

Fuck her. Knot her. Bite her. Make her mine.

Every demand plays on repeat in my mind.

“She tastes like ours, Ronan. Sweet as sugar but with lingering lemon. Perfection.”

“Fuck yeah, she does.”

Briar humps my mouth, twisting and rolling her hips as I bring my tongue to her clit and flick it with a quick pace. My fingers are soaked as I drive them into her faster, working every inch of her in the hope of making her come.

Ronan tenses, his thrusts gaining in intensity. Briar jerks in time with his movements, bringing her onto my mouth at a pace that twists my thoughts.

“Gonna come, Petal. Keep sucking just like that and I’ll fill you full of it,” Ronan warns.

I bring a hand between my legs and cup my cock, massaging my knot as Briar tightens around my fingers. She bucks against my tongue, and I growl, feeling her pleasure as if it’s my own. Tingles break out up and down my spine as I squeeze my knot and gasp.

Ronan pushes inside one last time before stalling and jerking into her mouth. “Swallow, baby.”

I scrape my teeth over Briar’s clit as Ronan comes, pushing her over the edge. She gushes onto my face and cries around the mouthful of cum he’s giving her, forcing some to leak from her lips.

Another squeeze of my cock has me joining them. I press my mouth to Briar’s pussy, silencing myself as I throb in my briefs, coating them in cum that I wish was joining Ronan’s. My entire body flushes as I give in to the sensation, feeling more alive than I have in weeks.

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