Page 17 of Granny’s Christmas Shifters

I also don’t miss the fact that in books, men order their women not to come, not other men, but I find that I kind of like it.

“No one comes until I say so.”

My bear growls in approval.

“The hell?” Wolf demands, gritting his teeth. He starts to sweat, but then his scowl turns into a triumphant grin.

He reaches between them to rub Gertrude’s clit. She whimpers, and it takes me a second to realize what he’s up to. The fucker’s going to force her to break the rules by making her come.

“I said neither of you comes!”

Wolf rubs her clit even faster.

Gertrude whimpers and lets out these delicious little moans around Dragon’s cock. He groans and throws his head back.

“You don’t come either, Dragon.”

“Cut it out,” he snaps back. “I’m in charge of my cock, and I come when I want.”

Gertie moans something around his cock.

“That feels so good,” he groans, tightening his grip on her hair. “You’re mine, Gertie, and don’t you forget it.”

“Ours.” Wolf growls as he slams his cock into her pussy.

I suddenly need to be inside her. I need to feel her heat wrapped around my cock as I fuck her into orgasm.

“You can all come now,” I tell them. That’s how it works, right?

Luckily, it is, because Gertrude shatters instantly. Her thighs shake as she screams her release around Dragon’s cock. It sets him off, and he roars as he comes in her mouth, and Wolf howls as he fills her pussy with his cum.

“Swallow!”

Gertrude does. Then she licks her lips and collapses on the carpet, completely spent.

“I came because I wanted to,” Dragon tells me.

“Of course you did.” Gertrude lets out a long, content sigh. “I think I’m in heaven.”

“I think I am, too,” Wolf says, leaning down to shower her naked back with kisses.

“I’m not through with you yet, Gertrude,” I tell her.

She grins up at me. “I think I have it in me for one more round.”

I march past her to the Christmas tree and grab some tinsel. “Wrists,” I order.

She sticks her hands out. “Yes, Sir.”

“Good girl,” I say automatically. “Woman.”

She giggles. “Girl is fine. Makes me feel young again.”

“I’m going to make you feel young again. Now, hands behind your back.”

She does as I say, and I wrap the sparkling red and green decoration around her wrists and tie a bow. “You’re such a fuckable present,” I tell her.

“I’m liking Christmas more and more,” she says.