Page 87 of Demon Demands

“And Blue,” Dolyn added super fucking helpfully as he glared at me. I couldn’t tell if he was still pissed about me murdering all his rivals or if he’d heard what I’d been doing too.

For Devil’s sake. How many people were only a few walls away as I had my world rocked?

Priorities, Sloane.

Focus, bitch.

“Have you selected a new legion?” Papi inquired, rubbing his chin as he thought through the plans he and Lucy had been making.

I was so fucking happy that they weren’t privy to my current thoughts, because I kept flashing back to a few hours ago. I had to clear my throat twice before I could speak.

“Yes. Hyde evaluated my choices, as well as Stone’s, and we’re ready to call them in.”

“They’re outside waiting, when you get ready,” Hyde affirmed, smirking at me as her eyes drifted between Briggs and Novak.

Gods. She’d heard. There was no mistaking what she was thinking, I didn’t need to be a mind reader to know.

I wanted to scoff at her. I was ready for a metric fuck ton of things… but this fucking conversation wasn’t one of them.

I was still turned on from Novak’s intensity and still kind of sore from Briggs, but that was healing quickly. If I could get my vampire and my wolf in a room together, I’d be one satisfied bitch. Two apex predators prowling around me as I stood naked in the center of, well, whatever room was fucking soundproof in this monolith palace. Yes, please.

“Bitch,” Jack called out suddenly, gaining my attention. “Will you please get your thoughts under control? Some of us can’t handle that shit before we finish our first cup of coffee.”

I made a weird snort-choke-gagging sound as my thoughts ran wild with ideas and positions and combinations. I glared at Novak when I realized that all those thoughts weren’t mine. Some of them were his. My vampire winked at me before broadcasting our shared ideas to the rest of my mates.

Stone rolled his head slowly to observe me through narrowed — hooded? — eyes. Palmer sunk down in his chair, his arm thrown over his face as he held in a groan.

Vaughn massaged the bridge of his nose, staring at the table as he bit his lips to stop himself from grinning. Briggs scrubbed his hand up his neck and over his mouth, his eyes alight as his cheeks pinked.

“Sweetheart,” York coughed, glancing at me with wide eyes. “I’m gonna need you to keep those thoughts to yourself.”

“I didn’t share them,” I stated, glaring at Novak once more. “This asshole did.”

Jack covered his face with his hands, his shoulders shaking as he silently laughed at my expense. Grim and Dolyn were speechless as they watched the spectacle unfold, and Hyde was fucking giggling.

And that was when I realized that he hadn’t just sent the thoughts to my mates. The nosy godsdamn vampire had sent them to… oh gods.

“I think this is the first time that I’ve been truly thankful that they’ve kept their mental conversations in their own heads,” my DAD muttered to PAPI, while my fucking grandparents sat there looking perplexed.

“I don’t know if I want to kill you or kiss you right now,” I murmured to Novak, my nostrils flaring in aggravation. “But if you share that shit with anyone else at this table, it’ll be the former.”

He shook his head at me, the silky strands of his brunette hair swishing with the movement. All I could think about was how badly I wanted to run my fingers through his hair and then shove his face between my…

Fuck.

Focus, bitch.

It’s not that hard.

Novak smirked at me, and so did Vaughn when I met his eyes. I had to stop looking at my mates. I couldn’t be like this in front of my family. What the ever-loving fuck were these bastards doing to me?

One day I was sane and competent, and the next I was back at that all-you-could-eat dick buffet, bouncing in line with a clean plate held against my chest. Just drooling over the pans of dick in all kinds of lengths, girths, colors, and curves.

I'll take a meat and five, please. Hold the vegetables. Sauce on the side. Or on my back, or on my face, or...

“For Devil’s sake, Lo. Shut the fuck up.” Jack shouted at me, making my ears ring.

I closed my eyes, took a deep fucking breath, and cleared my mind, putting on my professional mask. “Where were we?”