Page 114 of Shifter Situations

When I mumbled my thoughts aloud, he ducked his head, chuckling at me.

“You’re being dramatic, Barbie. You can wait three minutes.”

“I can’t. I really, really can’t.”

I counted every second in my head.

One hundred and eighty-seven seconds later, the water shut off. I was a panting fucking mess.

He tossed me a towel, snorting when I twirled my index finger to dry us off.

“That’s—” he cut himself off. “Doesn’t fucking matter. Come here.”

I lunged, thrilled when his arms wrapped around me to lift me up. I locked my ankles against his back as his fingers teased the insides of my thighs.

Briggs stumbled out of the bathroom, his lips on a dangerous path down my neck. The scent of flora was heavy in the air, and the furniture wasn’t quite right.

With the lights dimmed, I couldn’t be sure, but I thought we might be in the wrong room.

Not that it was important.

I was too worked up to care if anyone else joined us.

I wanted more.

I wanted the buffet.

To fill myself to the brim.

To take all the pleasure for no reason other than the greed in the forefront of my mind.

My back collided with the wooden trim around the doorframe. The edges dug into my left shoulder blade with a pinch of pain. I bucked my hips, feeling his cock slide through my slick folds only to have him pull back.

“How much more do you want, Barbie?”

The seductive rumble of his voice sent shivers coursing through my entire body. Goosebumps tingled along my arms as he leaned in to speak directly in my ear.

“Tell me. Who else are you coming for tonight? Who’s going to fuck your ass while I make that tight pussy mine?”

“I won’t choose,” I murmured, my rasping words echoing in the quiet room. “I want it all, in every combination I can get. I want to use and be used.”

“Call them,” he commanded.

I let my legs fall away from his waist, my toes barely touching the ground as he refused to let me go. Pushing at his chest, I directed him backward with both of my hands on his pecs. I shoved him onto the bed when his legs hit the edge, delighting in the surprise on his face.

And I dripped in anticipation.

I prowled toward him on my hands and knees as he moved to the center of the bed. Pulling my hair over my shoulder, I swirled my tongue around the head of his cock before glancing up at him. A smirk graced my lips as his hands gripped the planks of wood that made up... York’s headboard.

I summoned my druid to me as I bobbed my head on Briggs’ dick.

The doorknob turned seconds later, and I felt not only York’s but Palmer’s presence too.

“What did we—”

The door slammed shut as my mage shouted, “What the fuck, York?”

I listened to my druid’s heavy footfalls crossing the room. His shoes hit the ground as the bed dipped behind me. I moaned around my wolf’s cock, knowing exactly what York was going to do.