Page 46 of Shifter Situations

Thrust after thrust, Vaughn grew rougher, using more of his strength, and Stone matched his quickening pace. Every time my fae slammed into me, I swallowed more of my demon’s dick.

I’d never had an issue with a gag reflex, but they were testing that theory.

Stone dragged his talons over my shoulders, leaving shallow cuts behind that healed almost immediately. The burn amplified the pleasure, causing me to whimper as I tensed between them.

My orgasm built slowly, low in my core, until I screamed around Stone’s cock. He swelled in my mouth, and I swallowed as he came with a drawn-out groan.

Vaughn flipped us, landing on his back with mine pressed against his chest. He used his knees to spread my legs, opening me up for Stone. The demon crawled his way across the bed, sucking my cum off the skin of my thighs.

I was pretty fucking positive that he was leaving marks.

Stone’s fingers teased along the lines where my fae’s skin touched mine as he made broad strokes with his tongue. He circled my clit, trailing down when Vaughn pulled out of me to lick the length of his shaft.

My fae groaned against my neck, and I propped myself up to watch my demon. I kept my eyes on his for as long as I could, but when they faded to black, I shattered.

“Cum for the Devil, Fae,” Stone demanded.

Vaughn’s quick, steady pace grew unpredictable as his cock swelled. He pulled out of me, muffling his shout with a pillow over his face as I wrapped my fingers around his girth, pumping him until thick ribbons of cum coated my thigh and hand.

I rolled off my fae, grinning as I popped my fingers in my mouth one by one. Stone dropped onto the bed, using my ass as a headrest while Vaughn toyed with my hair.

A beat of silence passed, and my demon chuckled to himself. “You know she’s getting bodily fluids on your quilt, right?”

“I think I’ll live,” Vaughn muttered. “It’s not yours, and that’s the important part. I don’t think I could sleep on my bed tonight if there was demon nut all over it.”

“I don’t know, Fae. It’s not so bad,” I teased. “I mean, it’s not chocolate, but I wouldn’t discourage you from tasting it.”

Vaughn rolled his head over to glance at me, his brows creased in confusion. “What is it with you and tasting us? Have you sampled all the flavors yet?”

I smiled, biting my lip as I thought of a witty reply, but all I could say was, “I’m a connoisseur with a delicate palate, your highness. I specialize in chocolate, blood, and dick. Not necessarily in that order.”

He scoffed at me. “I’ll take How to make a psycho feel happiness for 800, Alex.”

Stone snorted. “How do you keep Sloane King entertained?”

“What is dick, blood, and chocolate?”

“Correct. Next Category?”

“Tonight's events for 200, please.”

I shoved my face into the pillow as I groaned. “What is the pack pre-hunt party? Bullshit for 1000.”

10

Vaughn

Thursday, June 4th

Night

Palmer drove the truck cautiously down the back roads, all too aware of the daredevils riding in the bed. The mage was bickering at York about orcs, and the druid was calmly trying to explain that they weren’t legends.

“I know a whole village of orcs, Palmer. Growing up, my best friend was an orc named Flint. They may be legends on Earth, but they are very much alive and thriving in my realm. I don’t know why we keep having this conversation.”

I spoke through the small, open window at my back. “If the mage gets a hard-on for orcs, we’re all going to blame you when Lo has questions.”

When York said, “I’ll handle her if that happens,” she and Palmer both scoffed at the druid.