Page 8 of Granny’s Christmas Shifters

I take her from the men and cradle her naked body against my chest. “Biting Granny makes me feel like the big, bad wolf,” I joke as I try to add some levity to the situation. Turning someone is no joke. “I’m going to huff, I’m going to puff…”

“Wrong fairy tale,” Bear growls.

“Been a while since I was a kid.”

“Just bite her, you dolt,” Dragon snaps.

I let out another resigned sigh, mostly for show, and sink my fangs into Granny’s neck. My wolf howls.

Turning a human is a delicate matter. I’ve never done it, but I heard tales of it in my youth. Bite her. Drink her blood, but just a pint… no, wait, not a pint. A shot. She’s a fine spirit, not an ale.

I wish I could impart this wisdom on my pack mates, but I can’t talk while my fangs are buried in Granny’s neck. Bear and Dragon are sorely missing out.

When I finish drinking, I lick her wound closed. Then I rip open my wrist and place it against her lips. A spirit for a spirit.

My blood pours into her mouth, and I stare down at her naked form. I really do feel like the big bad wolf, and Granny is fucking hot.

Her skin is etched with lines and stories of decades past, unmarred by magic like our own. I feel honored that I get to see the chapters of her life, and that I get to turn her and make her mine.

Her silver hair grazes my arm, and I long to thread my fingers through it. Maybe I will once I’m done pouring my blood down her throat. That is, assuming Bear and Dragon don’t try to stuff a sword down mine for even thinking it.

As if reading my mind, Bear grabs the blanket and tosses it on top of her curves, shielding them from my leering eyes.

“Get your head out of the gutter, pup,” Dragon snaps.

“As if yours isn’t in the gutter, too,” I snap back.

It’s obvious he wants her as much as I do. Bear, too.

As her sire, it is my duty to care for her, but she’s one of us. Pack. So she belongs to all three of us now.

I pull my wrist from her lips and lick the wound shut. Bear and Wolf kneel in front of me, watching her for any signs of life.

“Wake up, little wolf,” I whisper. “You’re ours now.”

As if on command, her eyes fly open and land on Dragon’s cock.

She gasps and turns her head slightly. Her gaze lands on Bear’s cock, and she gasps again.

As shifters, we’re so used to seeing junk flying free, we don’t bat an eye. But it must be a bit disconcerting for a human.

“Why are you naked?” she asks, her voice trembling. Her gaze drops down to the blanket we’ve got draped over her, and she gasps. “Wait, why am I naked?”

Chapter 4

Gertie

I wake up in a young man’s arms, in my birthday suit, and there are two young gentlemen kneeling in front of me, their impressive cocks flying free.

Well, that’s unusual…

Not because of my age. I’ve taken my fair share of lovers since I retired, and I’m no prude. Even had a threesome back when I was in my prime. Back in those days, fifty was the new thirty, you know.

But I always send lovers home after we’re done playing hide the salami. I have enough trouble sleeping without having to listen to a man’s snores and farts all night long. Not that I expect these men to have either problem, considering they’re young enough to be my grandkids.

I get to my feet a whole lot faster than I remember doing in the last few decades.

“Now would you look at that,” I exclaim, planting my hands on my naked hips and feasting my eyes on the three men kneeling in front of the crackling fireplace. “Did I fall asleep watching a porno again?”