Page 13 of Shifter Situations

“Yep,” York agreed. “Good old Buzz Lightyear. She doesn’t call them that, but I do. I swear that thing is faster than Novak.”

“Don’t call me a minute-man,” Novak griped, missing the point entirely.

Briggs glanced up at the vampire from the floor, placing his chin on his folded arms. “Call me confused. I don’t know for sure, but don’t people pay tons of money for something that moves as fast as you do?”

“Ha. Ha.” Novak rolled his eyes.

“That was a compliment.” The shifter tried to shrug before standing up.

Her door slammed shut, and I grinned at the guys. “I’ll be right back.”

“Sure you will,” Stone drawled like we’d interrupted his whole night.

The demon tipped his glass of bourbon at me. “Don’t be gone too long. Your whiskey might drink itself.”

“Drink it,” I called as I stepped into the Void to chase her down.

The chilling wind hit me hard, but I pushed myself straight to Sloane. She was leaning against her bedroom door, chuckling as she stared at the ceiling.

I popped out of the Void in her closet, waiting for her to move away from the door.

“Whatcha got there?” I asked when I saw her walk across her room.

I stepped out of the shadows of her closet and ambled toward her. She had a split second of surprise on her face before she schooled her features into a suspicious expression.

“Fuck. What were you doing in there? Looking for my secret stash of sex toys? You won’t find anything other than this,” she smarted, waving her vibrator at me like a red rag to a bull.

“Oh, I won’t?” I questioned, raising a single eyebrow. “Are ya sure about that, Love?

I’d never seen her eyes flare brighter than they did as I smirked at her. The minor shift in her attitude was how I knew she understood I wasn’t bluffing. Her gaze followed me as I prowled forward.

“You have some… interesting things in your collection,” I acknowledged.

“You didn’t find all of it,” she stated confidently.

I hummed. “I must’ve missed that memo, cause...”

I called a set of leather restraints from her closet, depositing them onto the bed. Then I brought forth a cane, a flogger, and some other weird torture devices.

I wasn’t sure what they were for, but I was positive they came from Dolyn’s toy room.

She narrowed her eyes at me, and I shrugged, a smirk still firmly in place. All the items had been from different locations, so unless she was hoarding a whole store’s worth of toys, I didn’t think we’d missed any.

As she marched to her nightstand, I snapped my fingers, removing her clothes. They fell into a pile on the floor, and she gasped in disbelief.

“You just stole my move.”

I nodded my head, taking my time to fold my sleeves up and unbuckle my belt. Her eyes blazed as she watched me drop the brown leather onto the floor and toe my shoes off.

“Get on the bed, Love.”

She bit her lip, shaking her head slowly with her hands clasped behind her back. My fingers twitched with the need to tie her up and mark her skin until it turned a rosy pink, but I refrained.

For now, anyway.

“One might think this isn’t consensual,” I remarked, mentally categorizing all the places I wanted to leave my handprint.

She winked, grinning at me. “It’s not.”