Page 45 of Shifter Situations

“I’m telling you, she’s got to be here. I can’t pick up a fresh scent trail anywhere.”

“I don't have your sense of smell, so I’ll just agree with you on that. Either she’s here or she’s not.”

I smiled as I turned the page. “I’m in here.”

“I fucking told you,” Stone muttered as they came into view.

Glancing up, I bit my lips together to stop the laughter from bubbling out of me. “There’s dirt on your forehead.”

“I bet there is. I kissed the fucking ground,” Vaughn grumbled under his breath before asking, “How did you do that? I blinked, and you were gone.”

“Do what? I misted…”

“No, you didn’t. You just disappeared.” My fae shrugged.

Stone bounced his gaze between the two of us. “What did she do?”

Vaughn shook his head. “I don’t know. She was there and then not. Kind of like… Have either of you ever met a Djinn—a genie?”

“I can’t say that I have for sure.” I almost shrugged, but I stopped myself.

“I have. Two or three of them.” My demon nodded thoughtfully.

“You know how they just blink in and out of existence? That's what she did.” My fae’s eyes were intense as he studied me.

I set the book aside, standing from the couch to stretch my arms over my head. “I landed in your bed.

“And why would you do that?” Vaughn questioned as his gaze roamed over my bare legs.

“I was cold.”

“It’s ninety degrees outside,” Stone commented, tugging at the hem of my t-shirt.

I shrugged. “I was tired.”

My fae smirked. “Of running…”

“Mmm,” I agreed. “I could think of some other things to do, now that I seem to have company.”

“Like what, Kitten? What do you want to do?”

“I want you to fuck my mouth,” I told Stone before turning to Vaughn. “And I want you to fuck me from behind. Rough, Fae, with my hair wrapped around your fist while the demon claws at my back.”

I grabbed Vaughn by his jaw, pulling his face down to meet mine in a fevered kiss. His hands came up to my throat, and he ripped the front of my shirt—his shirt—open with a swift jerk.

Stone led us both toward the hall, looking in rooms until he found my fae’s. Once he pushed us inside, he kicked the door shut behind him and tugged his shirt over his head.

I snapped my fingers, stripping them down to nothing as I tried to remain patient.

Vaughn sat on the edge of his bed, hauling me back with him. I sank into his lap and down his shaft, moaning from the friction alone. My demon dropped to his knees in front of me, lapping at my clit before moving lower to include my fae’s cock.

I gazed at Stone, panting as my eyes rolled back. My core tensed, tightening around Vaughn as they shoved me into an abyss of pleasure.

I felt like I was falling, and then my knees hit the bed. The mattress dipped behind me. Pressure between my shoulder blades pushed me down until I was on my hands and knees on the edge of the bed.

The only thing holding me up was my fae’s fingers twisted in my hair. I gripped the side of the mattress as my demon’s dick bobbed against my lips.

I swirled my tongue around the head of Stone’s cock as Vaughn slid inside me inch by torturous inch. He pulled my head back, and my demon stuck his fingers in my mouth, opening my jaw to slip past my lips.