Page 41 of Shifter Situations

If we were talking about group sex, then sign me up. I wanted front-row seats to the pre-show. Dinner and dessert looked hot and fucking delicious after working out.

It was like an upgrade to the dick buffet. Six-course meal for one, please. All the meats, all the sauces, zero vegetables, unless they came with a toy.

This time the buffet came with a curtain draped over it, though. I wasn’t sure what they were serving, so I was anxiously rubbing my thumbs across the bottom of my plate, waiting for the menu to be called out.

“You could,” York said, pulling me out of my dick-filled daydream.

“I won’t.”

“Ye would,” Palmer admitted, nodding his head.

“It’ll be a fun game,” Briggs coaxed.

Something in the tone of his voice told me that it’d be fun for them and akin to torture for me. His eyes were a lively shade of green as his wolf pressed against his skin.

I lifted my chin, shaking my head before I scrambled out of Vaughn’s lap. I needed to put some distance between myself and them. I couldn’t think straight while my fae’s dick hardened against my ass, and my vampire was picking apart my mental walls.

I could physically feel him pushing and tugging inside my head, so I thought of a flashing neon pink Do Not Enter sign. His chuckle caressed my mind, but outwardly he looked intense as he concentrated.

They were all staring at me, and I wasn’t used to feeling like prey unless it was voluntary. It wasn’t hostile, but the air was thick with sexual tension.

Flight, fight, or fuck?

It was hitting me hard as I inched toward the door, repeating, “No, no, no,” while shaking my finger at them.

“What’s the game? I need to know if I should fight or run. Pre-warning; I’m smart prey.”

“Wasn’t there a third option?” Novak asked, proving he’d made a hole in my mental barriers.

“Only if you catch me,” I sassed.

Briggs glanced at my feet, grinning as he said, “Barbie. There are six of us. Someone is bound to catch you.”

Vines wrapped around my ankles as Novak riffled around in my mind. I fought for control of York’s living restraints while working on barricading my mental walls back up.

I needed to get loose before Palmer called his chains because I couldn’t magic my way out of those.

Stone’s fingertips brushed my arm, and I faded, turning into smoke as I filled up the room.

“What are the parameters of this game?” My whispered voice echoed around them.

“This wasn’t part of the game.” Briggs’ bright eyes bounced around quickly as he cocked his head, trying to hear where my voice originated from.

Stone smirked, meeting my eyes through the smoke. “It is now.”

“First to catch you—” Vaughn started.

“First to get me home,” I corrected, moving to see if my demon could find me again.

York shrugged. “Winner’s choice.”

“Oh, no. Not the group sex. Anything but multiple cocks at once,” I sarcastically replied, knowing I was going to win whatever this was.

“One,” Palmer counted loudly.

“Godsdamnit,” I mumbled.

Stone found me again, holding up two fingers as he added to my mage’s tab. His eyes were hooded as he licked across his bottom lip, and I suddenly remembered that he loved the thrill of the chase as much as I did.