Page 40 of Shifter Situations

I tilted my head to the left as I tried to picture myself in the chokehold that Stone currently had Briggs in. The move itself wasn’t overtly sexual, but yes, please.

And then I was frustrated…

Novak collapsed onto the floor beside me, wiping a wet towel across his forehead as he squinted at my shifter.

“I’ve never thought about how much bigger Briggs is than the rest of us,” he murmured to me.

“Why do you only comment on a small portion of my thoughts if you’ve heard all of them?” I hissed back, squinting my eyes at him as I ran through everything I’d just thought about.

My vampire shrugged, grinning at me. “I just chime in when I have something to say…”

“What were the rest of her thoughts?” Stone called from the other side of the gym.

“The cliff notes?” Novak suggested.

“A summary would be lovely,” Vaughn sarcastically replied.

“She thinks we’re all sexy.”

I scrubbed my face, trying to cover my grin. “Gods, Novak. Can you please—”

“Absolutely not. Your thoughts are entertaining.”

Palmer rolled his stormy gray eyes at me. “How else are we supposed to understand ya if he doesn't tell us what ye were thinking?”

“Yes, okay. I understand that,” I admitted.

“But could you not pick and choose which parts you relay to them? If you’re going to tell them what I’m thinking, at least tell them everything…” I trailed off when he smirked at me.

“Everything?”

“Mmm, maybe not everything.”

He shrugged, teasing me. “I could.”

“Let’s not and say we did.”

“It’ll cost you.”

“How about I don’t lock you out of my mind, and you keep your mouth shut?”

“I think I could tear your walls down,” he challenged. “I now have a secret weapon to use against you.”

I scoffed.

“It’s recently come to my attention that you can’t contain the perversion within your mind if one or more of us is shirtless. And that’s got me curious.”

My nostrils flared as I narrowed my eyes at him.

“Could be fun,” Briggs acknowledged.

Vaughn sat on my left side, picking me up and placing me in his lap as he played with my hair. He tugged on the ends, humming his agreement.

“What could be fun?” I slowly enunciated each word, meeting the eyes of my mates, one after the other.

“Oh, you know,” Stone shrugged.

“I don’t think I like this game,” I mumbled, but godsdamnit, I wanted to know more.