Page 14 of Granny’s Christmas Shifters

Dragon steps forward first. He growls, and a shiver of anticipation travels down my spine. Unlike Wolf, he grabs a fistful of my hair and claims my lips like he’s punishing me for some past transgression.

My breath quickens, and the humping urges return.

The moment he pulls away, I’m ready to confess all my sins. “I stole a piece of licorice once when I was a girl.”

He looks confused.

“You can punish me later,” I add.

He breaks into a slow grin. “I look forward to it.”

Bear clears his throat and crooks a finger at me. I stare at it and lick my lips.

“Come here,” he growls.

I don’t need to be asked twice. I cross the room and stop in front of him.

“Good girl,” he says.

“Young man, I’m four times your age.”

He snorts. “I’ve been around for centuries, little girl.”

“Who are you calling little?” I cup my breasts, which are sitting a whole lot higher than they were this morning.

He crooks his finger at me again, beckoning me even closer.

“Do that a bit lower,” I tell him and shoot a pointed look down to the apex of my thighs.

His pupils dilate further, and then he does just that. He drops his hand between my thighs and flicks my clit.

I moan.

“I said kiss!” Wolf snaps.

“As you wish.” Bear drops to his knees and grabs my thighs with strong hands. “I’m going to teach you the meaning of GOYKALTPLAGB.”

And then he leans forward and plants a hot kiss right on my clit.

It’s been too goddamn long since I’ve had a man, and longer still since I’ve had one willing to go down on me. And it’s actually been forever—meaning never—since one did it as well as Bear does.

He runs his tongue along my clit, sucks it into his mouth, and gives it slow, delicious licks, drawing moans from my lips that get louder and louder as I get closer to orgasm.

“This is so unfair,” Wolf protests as the pleasure continues to build.

“I just wish I’d thought of it first,” Dragon says.

“You’re both assholes,” Wolf snaps.

I ignore them and focus on the pleasure.

But just as I’m about to come, Bear pulls back.

I let out a sob. “Please, Bear. I need this so bad. Don’t stop. Don’t let this be hell.”

He gives my clit one more lick, slow and rough. “Come for me, Gertrude,” he orders.

I shatter against his mouth, screaming my release so loudly I wouldn’t be surprised if birds took flight outside, an avalanche came down, and the whole forest burst into flames.