Page 117 of Shifter Situations

I was blissfully spent by the time my vampire’s cock thickened, spilling down my throat as he groaned. I moaned around him as I swallowed, and Vaughn surged forward with two more powerful strokes.

“Fuck,” my fae drawled, falling onto the bed beside me.

I didn’t move, couldn’t even if I wanted to.

“Are you alive, Trouble?”

I grunted.

Novak lifted my arm, releasing it when it was parallel to the bed, and I let it fall limply.

Vaughn leaned over to peer at my face. “Do you want me to heal you for real this time?”

I snorted. “Yes and no.”

“What do you need?”

His cautious question had me turning my head to smile sweetly at him.

“I need to take a shower and wash all this,” I motioned my hand over my body, “Off of me.”

“The cum?” My vampire chuckled as he searched for his clothes.

I scoffed at him as I sat up. “The sweat.”

* * *

I lay in the bed, my legs tangled with Vaughn’s as he curled up behind me. His chilly breath caressed the back of my neck, icy fingers skating across my hip as he and York talked over my head.

The palm of my left hand began tingling, the skin heating before erupting in hellfire. York startled, throwing himself off the edge of the bed as the small flame licked over his chest. Vaughn buried his face in the crook of my neck, smiling against my skin.

“Sloane,” Hyland hissed, her voice quiet but laced with intense aggravation.

“How do you know if she answered or not?” I heard Ripley ask.

“She always answers.”

I caught myself grinning at her reply, easing myself from between my guys.

“I’ll be back.”

“Sloane. I know you hear me.”

“I’m here, Hyde. What’s wrong?” I asked, closing the bedroom door as I walked out.

Ripley growled. “Stop knocking on the fucking door.”

“Uhm,” I started.

“Do you have a minute? Rip and I are having some issues,” Hyde remarked in fake-cheer.

I ambled through the cabin, slinking out the front door to give the girls a little privacy in their call. I sat on the stairs, pulling the flames closer to my face so that I could see them better.

“Who’s knocking on the door? Where are you at?”

“Well,” Hyde began, sucking in a deep breath. “We’re in my bathroom, trying to avoid men.”

“Annoying, overbearing men,” Ripley added.