Page 137 of Shifter Situations

My knees hit the velvet cushions, and I slowly lowered myself down his shaft, reveling in the ribbed sensation.

I lazily turned my head to the right, catching Stone’s eyes as embers flickered in their black depths. Those midnight pools bore into my soul, seeing straight through me.

My demon roughly grabbed my jaw, kissing me senseless before biting me. His sharp teeth barely broke the skin, but I moaned as I licked the drops of blood from my bottom lip.

I pivoted my hips, repositioning my legs so that I could get better leverage atop my vampire. I needed to pace myself, but Novak thrust up as he reached for Stone’s cock. And I thought fuck it, let this be fast and hard.

I wanted to watch as much as I wanted to participate.

I lifted myself, rolling my hips as I pushed back down, each bump of his Jacob’s ladder driving me crazy. I couldn’t pull my eyes away from his mouth. His lush lips wrapped around Stone’s length had me groaning at the sight.

Stone’s hand was twisted in Novak’s hair, his eyes closed, mouth parted. I leaned in, running my tongue along the base of his dick, meeting my vampire’s mouth in the middle of my demon’s shaft.

I rode Novak at a leisurely pace, only switching my motions when I felt the pressure growing in my core. My inner walls clenched around my vampire’s cock, causing him to moan.

“Fuck. Fuck,” I repeated, desperately trying to slow my impending orgasm.

I felt Novak swelling inside me and sped up my pace, my thighs burning and shaking as I shouted profanities. My demon growled out his release right after me. I pressed forward, kissing Novak as he groaned, chasing Stone’s taste on his tongue.

I rested my head against his forehead for a beat before taking my demon’s hand to climb out of my vampire’s lap.

“So…” I began.

“Don't,” Novak stated, smirking at me.

“I’m glad that you needed more than three minutes.”

He threw his head against the back of the couch, chuckling quietly.

Stone padded over to Novak’s laptop, clicking the mouse a few times.

“What did you label that as?” my vampire inquired, turning his head to see over the back of the couch.

“Today’s date and take one.”

“I hear the guys moving around,” I mumbled, standing to stretch.

I called the bare minimum of clothing to me, letting it land on the ottoman.

“Can you call me a hoodie?” Novak asked.

“Your whole body is covered in tattoos. If you put a sock on your dick, everyone would assume that you're fully clothed.” My demon shook his head.

“But my nipples are hard. I’m chilly.”

Stone rolled his lapis eyes. “Your nipples have been hard since you got them pierced.”

“Please, Trouble,” Novak cajoled. “May I have a hoodie?”

“I don't know where yours are, but…”

I called an oversized jacket from my own closet to my hand, tossing it to him. When he held it up, he quirked a brow at me.

“Funny. Did you have this made?”

“I haven’t had anything made recently. Why? What does it say?”

He pulled the hoodie over his head, adjusting the shoulders as he turned for me to read it. I smiled, calling my phone to my hand to snap a picture of the I heart the grim reaper sweatshirt.