Page 12 of Shifter Situations

He huffed at me. “That’s a strange request. What do you need my nose for?”

“I’m looking for something,” I vaguely admitted.

“Palmer,” he fussed, “you can’t just dig through her room.”

I turned so that he could see me rolling my eyes. “I’m lookin’ for toys. Be a good lad and help me out.”

When I reached for her doorknob, he peeked over the stairwell reluctantly. “Are you sure about this?”

“Briggs, it’s not a cardinal sin to be nosy. If we get caught, I’ll tell her it was all my idea. Stop bein’ a pussycat.”

“There’s nothing feline about me,” he growled.

He tripped over literally nothing, and I slapped a hand over my mouth to keep myself quiet.

“Yer so graceful. Kick her door in while yer at it, sure.” The words were muffled, but I snickered as he glared daggers at me.

“Get fucked, Mage,” he snapped back, entering her suite behind me. “This shit feels sketchy as fuck.”

“We’re not doin’ anything wrong,” I reassured him as I headed toward her bedroom. “I just wanna know what kind of toys she’s got.”

Briggs closed his eyes, scrubbing his hand up his neck and over his face before he agreed, “Yeah. Sure. If we get caught, it’s all on you. I would have just asked her.”

* * *

“You guys won’t believe what Palmer and I found in Barbie’s room.”

Briggs had yelled from two floors up, bounding down the stairs three at a time in an attempt to bypass our mate. If he hadn’t shouted it at the top of his lungs, it might have worked.

I knew he was only trying to rile her up, though.

“Don’t you dare,” Sloane quietly threatened as she rushed around the corner to cut us off in the hall. “Oh.”

“Or what?” Briggs shot back, dangling a corded vibrator between his fingers as he wiggled them.

She narrowed her eyes at him, flourishing her arm out to let him pass. “Go ahead. Find out.”

“Do it, Briggs,” I whispered, shoving at his back, even though we both knew it was a trap.

He grinned and lunged forward, trying to outrun her. She didn’t move until the last second, sticking her leg out to trip him. As he caught his balance, she tackled him from behind. They both slid across the rug in the hall in a tangle of limbs and laughter.

She was considerably smaller than him, but that didn’t stop her from crawling up his back.

He groaned as she shoved her left knee between his shoulder blades, and he struggled to tuck his fisted hands against his stomach. That simple movement had taken more effort than I’d recently seen from the wolf.

Briggs bucked and shoved at the floor to get her off of his back while Sloane giggled at his attempts to free himself.

When he managed to knock her sideways, she rolled his body with her, dislodging his hands. She freed herself before he trapped her under his mass.

Sloane snatched her vibrator back just as he yelled at the guys in the kitchen, “Help! A wild beast is attacking me in the hallway!”

“Help, help. I’m being repressed,” I mock-whispered.

Sloane covered her mouth and cackled as she jumped out of Briggs’ reach.

She dashed behind me when the guys started to peek around the corner to check out the commotion. Just as Stone spotted the silver bullet in her hand, she hid it between her breasts and zoomed back upstairs.

Vaughn scrunched his face up as he stared in the direction of our mate. “Was that a—”