Page 115 of Shifter Situations

With my head lowered and my back arched, my ass was up.

My druid had always had a preference.

York buried his face between my buttcheeks, his tongue trailing from my soaked core to my star—I regretted that thought immediately. I heard his laughter mentally, but he didn’t pause as he rimmed me.

The door swung open and closed, Palmer’s light footsteps moving through the room before he stopped on the right side of the bed.

“That escalated quickly,” he whispered to himself.

I pulled away from Briggs, grinning up at my mage as I admitted, “Not as fast as I planned.”

Briggs snatched me up, rolling to the edge of the bed with his hands rough around my ribcage. He dropped me in his lap. York groaned, jumping up to amble to his nightstand. His shirt flew through the air as he discarded his clothes.

My wolf rocked, the head of his dick meeting resistance as he pressed into me. I held Palmer’s eyes, silently challenging him to join us.

“What do you want, Love?” he questioned, his accent a little thicker than normal as he unbuttoned his shirt.

“Stroke yourself.”

“No.” My mage shook his head. “You’re not the one giving the orders here. Answer the question. What do you want, Sloane?”

“All of it. Everything. I don’t want to make the decisions.”

I closed my eyes, moaning as Briggs’ thick length filled me completely.

But I still craved more.

A slick hand rubbed along my starfish, and I threw my head back, groaning at my thoughts. I bumped against York’s shoulder, feeling the slight burn as he breached my pucker slowly.

Palmer’s eyes burned my skin as he studied me closely, teasing me with every pop of a button as he shed his shirt. His hand tugged at my hair, and I pried my eyes open to stare into the storm that was my mage.

Mine.

And all I really wanted was to continue giving myself over to them.

York and Briggs drove me higher as I swallowed Palmer’s cock, dragging my tongue along the veiny underside. My core throbbed and tightened, my sounds garbled as I tried to scream through my sudden release.

I opened my mind, leaking all my thoughts to my mates.

I was needy, wanton.

I wanted the most from them at this moment.

Briggs took my breath away as he drove into me, steady and rough. York timed his thrusts, making sure that one of them was filling me constantly.

Palmer took a step back. His dick popped out of my mouth audibly. I groaned at the loss, then heaved in a breath as my wolf sped up.

I heard the door open again, and turned my head to the left, catching sight of Stone leaning against the door frame. Dark eyes roamed over my body, his gaze pushing me into an abyss of pleasure.

My inner walls clenched as Briggs swelled inside me. His hips slammed against me, pushing me further onto my druid, as he fucked me through my release and his. York’s chest pressed into my back, his abdominals flexed as he tumbled over the edge with us.

They left me feeling empty as they pulled away, but I didn’t have more than a moment to think about the lonely sensation.

My mage lay back on the bed, dragging me back with him. Palmer’s hand circled around my throat, holding me to him as he pushed into my ass in one swift thrust before stilling.

Stone stalked across the room, the metal button on his jeans hitting the floor with a loud thump. His knees hit the bed, resting under my thighs as he lifted my hips.

Palmer’s grip on my hair made my back arch. My demon supported my weight as he and my mage filled me at the same time. My thin inner wall kept them from touching, but I could feel their dicks rubbing against one another.