Page 21 of Granny’s Christmas Shifters

I snuggle on the plush brown rug with the three men, feeling utterly and completely satisfied. “The Most Wonderful Time of The Year” plays over the speakers, and I’m inclined to agree.

Bear’s large bicep pillows my head, and his hard, muscular chest warms my side while he idly flicks my nipple. Dragon warms the other side, his large thigh draped over mine while he draws slow circles around my belly-button. Wolf settles cross-legged at my feet, grabs my ankle, and proceeds to rub the pad of my foot with strong hands.

I moan. “I’m in heaven.” Literally. I giggle.

Wolf grins. “Ticklish?”

“Not really,” I tell him. “Never have been.”

He raises an eyebrow, and I let out another moan as he rubs my foot just so.

“I could get used to this,” I tell the men.

“You’d better,” Wolf tells me, “since we’re never letting you go.”

I start to laugh.

Dragon’s fingers still on my abdomen.

Wolf stops the heavenly foot massage. “That wasn’t a joke.”

“I know,” snort, “it’s just,” snort, “in my novels,” snort…

Bear starts to laugh, too, proving that he really has read me. “Gertrude writes horror,” he tells the other two men, but they don’t seem to understand.

“That’s what the villain always says,” I tell them.

“Oh.” Wolf’s face falls. “We wouldn’t keep you here against your will.”

“But you belong with us,” Dragon adds.

Bear plants a soft kiss on the top of my head. “We’re hoping you’ll stay.”

“Of course I will,” I tell him. “There’s nowhere I’d rather be.” And I’m falling for all three of you—though it’s too early to say that, considering we just met. Even if we are in heaven. There are rules about these sorts of things.

Wolf starts up his foot massage again, and I relax. “This is heaven.”

“Good.” Wolf switches to my other foot.

I let out a contented sigh. “So how does this work? Is there a manual?” The afterlife really should come with one.

Wolf runs his thumb along the pad of my foot. “You mean the Kama Sutra?”

“I’d be up for that.” I grin. “But I mean, do we just stay in here and fuck for all eternity?”

Bear lets out a hearty chuckle that rumbles deep in his throat and vibrates against my side.

“It’s a valid question,” Dragon tells him. “We’ll need to draw up a new schedule.”

Wolf snorts. “Let me guess… Orgy Sundays, Dragon Mondays, Wolf Wednesdays, and Bear Fridays? Or were you planning to schedule daily orgies from six to eight?”

“I’m on board with daily orgies,” I say.

Dragon looks thoughtful. “Would that be six to eight in the morning or evening?”

“Definitely both,” I tell him. “And add some afternoon orgies, too.”

I’m just teasing, but Dragon frowns. “I’ll have to rework our entire schedule!”