Page 56 of Vampire Visions

“Just tryin ta get dressed.” He didn’t look at me, rummaging through his bag instead.

“That’s not what I meant, and you know it,” I asserted.

He peeked up at me, and I glared into his dull gray eyes. Whatever this was, it was wearing him down. “What do ye mean then?” He asked me with a mix of curiosity and hesitation.

“You’re not acting like yourself.” I raised my eyebrow at him, feeling the steel ring move as I did. “I want to know why.”

“It’s nothin’.” He tried to assure me, but it sounded more like something he’d been repeating to himself.

“It’s something, Palmer.” I stood, pausing at my full height. “If you need help with it, then we’re all here for you, but we can’t help if you don’t let us in.”

I left him to think about it, knowing he’d need a few days to mull it over. Sloane had already said something to him, now me, and Stone would be next. The demon was always picking up on the little things we did or didn’t do that was out of character for each of us. When Briggs said something — and he would — Palmer would spill the tea.

Looking for anything to occupy myself with, I rounded the corner into the living room and found Sloane wrapped up in Vaughn’s arms. She looked concerned, but then she laughed. Vaughn rolled his tired blue eyes before warning her, “Stay out of my mind, Sloane.”

“It’s such a fun place to be, though,” she dreamily replied, and her raspy tone made my cock start to swell. Fuck. What was he thinking about? I couldn’t get past his mental barrier.

“Those thoughts are private,” Vaughn playfully admonished her.

“They aren’t if they involve me...” Sloane trailed off before grinning. “Let's make it happen, Vaughn. He’ll be game, and being sandwiched in between you two sounds like the perfect way to end this night.”

“Lo,” Vaughn began, readying himself to ask her a question.

“It’ll be fine, Vaughn. Let me show you.”

He sighed. “Yes, but…”

“A simple ‘Yes, Mistress’ will suffice,” she sassed, swatting at his ass as a reprimand and making us both smile.

“Why?” That one word was laced with so much curiosity. I listened closely, hearing every breath she took and each heartbeat, surprised when it didn’t speed up.

She didn’t miss a beat. “Why not? You don’t like to share?”

Vaughn huffed. “No, I’ve shared.” But he also squirmed under her gaze, and I was loving every minute of it.

“Don’t want me in the middle, then? Someone else, maybe?” She leaned back to look at his face.

“That’s not where I was going with that,” he admitted.

“Ahhh,” she sang. “You want to be in the middle?”

“No.” He rolled his eyes at her in annoyance, that same way he did with me so often.

“Why do I want a threesome?” She pushed out of his arms gently, tilting her head to the left. “Is that what you want to know?”

“Yes,” he said in exasperation.

Sloane circled behind him, standing on her toes to whisper in his ear. “I’m not afraid to ask for what I want, Fae. I want solo play, orgies, and everything in between. I don’t always have to be the star of the show.” Her eyes snapped to mine from across the room, and I grinned, knowing I’d been caught eavesdropping but not caring one bit. “I like to watch, too.”

Hell yeah.

That was my fucking mate.

I didn’t know who the other person was in that threesome they were talking about when I walked in on them, but I’d gladly jump in. Either as an outside piece of this sandwich she was referring to or as the middle. Actually, I’d be fine with both.

Vaughn and I had shared a few women before. Hell, I’d even shared with Palmer once. There’d never been anything sexual between any of us, much to my disappointment. I’d never hidden my attraction to Vaughn, but he was my best friend, and I wasn’t willing to screw up our friendship over a fling. With Sloane in the middle, though? I was starting to think that maybe I could have the best of both worlds. Realms? It didn’t matter; I wanted what I wanted, and I wasn’t above being vocal about it either. As long as the timing was right.

Gods, I’d be like a kid in a candy store. Okay, that was a bad analogy. We were all sexual deviants to some extent. Sloane was going to end up putting us to shame, and I was fucking ecstatic about it. Now, if we could just get the fae to stop suppressing his lusty nature, then we could really make this a party.