Page 19 of Granny’s Christmas Shifters

“Tits?” I suggest. “But is this really the best time to talk about semantics?”

“How about we don’t talk, period?” he asks.

“I’m not good at that. And that rock paper scissors game looks like it’s going to take a while.”

Bear glances at Wolf and Dragon and shakes his head. “Amateurs.”

“Then why don’t you show me what that expert cock of yours can do.”

Bear pushes me down onto my knees, which doesn’t hurt in the slightest. Come to think of it, my wrists feel just fine, which hasn’t been the case since I finished my tenth book. And my joints don’t ache, either. Ah, the perks of being in heaven.

“Stick your cock in my mouth, Bear,” I tell him.

“No,” he barks. “Spread your legs. Wider, Gertrude.”

I instantly obey. My heart pounds and my pussy throbs in anticipation as he circles around me. He drops to his knees behind me, forcefully spreading my legs apart with his own.

“Rock. I win,” Wolf cries triumphantly.

I flash him a mischievous grin. "Time to bring that big bad wolf to Granny's house."

Wolf smirks at me, his piercing gaze caressing every inch of me. A surge of desire floods straight to my core, and I tremble in anticipation.

Bear grasps my bound wrists and forces them back so my hands graze his rock-hard abs. I feel deliciously exposed, achingly vulnerable, and one hundred percent ready for the men to ravage me.

My mouth waters as I stare hungrily at Wolf’s throbbing cock. He strokes himself, teasing me as he steps closer and rubs the glistening tip against my lips. I lick my lips.

Wolf groans and thrusts into my waiting mouth. The taste of our previous encounter lingers on him, intoxicating and delicious.

Bear leans down, his breath caressing my ear. “If you want to stop, tap my stomach twice.”

I do.

“Out,” he orders, and Wolf instantly pulls his cock from my mouth.

“I was just testing it out,” I tell the men. “Seeing how it works.”

Wolf’s pupils dilate, and he strokes his cock. “Does that mean you don’t want this?”

“I do.” I lick my lips and tilt my head forward, but he’s just out of reach. “Please, Wolf.”

Bear reaches around me and rubs a small circle around my clit. “You’re so wet for us, aren’t you, my little Gertrude? You want us to pleasure you with our cocks.”

I moan. “Yes, please. Take me. I’m yours.”

“And I’m yours,” Wolf says as he plunges his cock into my mouth.

“As am I,” Bear growls, lining his hard length up at my dripping entrance. I ache for him, but he focuses his attention on my swollen clit instead. He teases and torments me until my body’s begging for release. “I’ve never been inside another woman, Gertrude. It’s just you. Only you.”

With those words, he thrusts inside me, filling me to the brim.

I gasp around Wolf’s cock.

“You feel so wet.” Bear growls.

“And so beautiful,” Wolf adds. “Can we keep you forever?”

His words send heat flooding straight down to my core—and my heart. But before I can really process what I’m feeling, Dragon growls and crosses the room toward us.