Page 62 of Demon Demands

“But what happens if ye do?” my mage urged, lifting a russet eyebrow. I loved that Palmer’s facial hair was more red than the hair on his head, but held the same natural metallic sheen.

“We didn’t discuss that,” Briggs bit out, eyeing me warily.

I shrugged again. “When I win, I get what I want. If I lose, I’ll still get what I want, sooner or later. He can’t hold out forever. He knew that when he agreed.”

“I didn’t agree to shit,” Briggs shot back, shaking his head.

“I took your thoughts as an agreement by default. You didn’t say no either.”

I tilted my head to the left, watching his reaction as he digested my words. He furrowed his brows, flaring his nostrils as he rubbed his middle finger between his eyes and up his forehead.

Finally, he smiled at me in disbelief. “That's not how it works, Barbie.”

I knew that, but… “Isn’t it?”

Palmer cleared his throat, ready to step in for Briggs. “If ye lose…”

“No,” my shifter said suddenly. “You’re not negotiating on behalf of me, mage. I know the stupid shit you offer, and she’s not getting off that easily.”

“All I want is to get off easily,” I muttered, folding my arms against my chest as I pretended to pout.

Palmer looked to the ceiling thoughtfully before snapping his fingers. “I got it. What about a butt plug that looks like a wolf’s tail?”

“I already have two different tails,” I pointed out to Palmer, but neither he nor Briggs were listening to me as they went back and forth. Novak chuckled at my response as York sat down, Jack and Grim following behind him. Dolyn was at the bar, flirting it up with a purplish female.

“Nope.” Briggs shook his head adamantly.

“What about those memories,” Palmer waggled his eyebrows, “but in front of us.”

My shifter sighed. “Nope. Not good enough.”

Palmer side-eyed Briggs, shrugging like he was out of ideas. “Group sex?”

“Define group sex,” Briggs requested immediately. Jack snorted.

Nudging Stone’s shoulder, Novak grinned and said, “Been there…”

“Done that,” Stone finished, causing Briggs to narrow his eyes at my vampire and demon mates.

“Foursome,” York clarified, making me roll my eyes. “A couple nights ago, on the roof. It was fun.”

“Gross,” Hyde snickered, despite the fact that she’d popped up in my house months ago to tell me about her first group sex endeavor.

“It was fucking exhausting,” I scrunched my face in mock distaste, knowing damn well that I enjoyed every second of it. Ten out of ten. Would definitely like a repeat performance.

“Heard that,” Novak whispered to me across the table.

“I bet it was,” York snarked, ignoring Novak. “But it shut you up for a while, didn’t it?”

I scoffed at him, but he was right, that motherfucker. “What’s the verdict, Briggs? Are you going to be my Ken and give me everything my pussy desires, or are you playing by Palmer’s rules now?”

Jack and Hyde cackled, and Grim sighed. “I haven’t drunk enough to deal with this conversation.”

“We’ll play by Palmer’s rules,” Briggs answered, making his decision known as he held his hand out for me to shake.

Placing my hand in his large grip, we sealed our deal as I tried not to grin triumphantly. He’d get it in a moment. Just give him a second. “You win, you get what you want. I win-”

“I still get what I want,” I interrupted him, smiling like a maniac. I couldn’t hold it in any longer.